Peloothered

‘[…] How did it happen at all?’ ‘It happened that you were peloothered, Tom,’ said Mr Cunningham gravely.

By this time Jimmy was working himself into such a state—he'd already told me “I'm peloothered, lurve, bleeding peloothered”—that I felt he'd be unable to proceed.

If you're peloothered then you're very, very drunk.