Zonked

I'm pretty zonked.

Tom seemed to be zonked out.

After eighteen hours of proofreading, I was completely zonked.

zoegirl:yeah, but don’t say anything to my mom about it. (not that u would.) hey, i’ve gotta go to bed. i’m zonked.

“(yawns) I'm so zonked. The red alerts from that wormhole kept me up half the night.” “Oh, I know. It's, like, are we crossing the event horizon or not? Like, I don't care actually. I just want you to pick one.”

“Anyone up for a game of parcheesi?” “Maybe a movie. I'm zonked.” “The Brothers McMullin?”

I must have been really zonked. They said it took fifteen minutes to wake me up.

The Pranksters had just held an Acid Test at the Fillmore Auditorium, a big ballroom in the middle of one of San Francisco's big Negro slums, the Fillmore district. It was a wild night. Hundreds of heads and bohos from all over the Bay area turned out, zonked to the eyeballs.

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