When you so inebriated that, upon examining how little you have left in your beverage, you are shocked as if a ghost had done gulped it down.
A—Egads! What manner of phantom hath quaffed mine ale?!
B–Chill man! ‘Tis but a ghost gulp that your plastered eye doth spy!
B–Chill man! ‘Tis but a ghost gulp that your plastered eye doth spy!
by ShiverBeyondAppalling November 8, 2023