Pissed
It was late one Saturday night. We had just returned to our red cabin deep in the woods of Ohio, in the countryside east of Cleveland, beyond Shaker Heights. "God, I'm pissed!" I announced as I crawled into my bed. Chris said nothing as he also hit the hay. I had arrived at the summer camp just two days before. Somehow Chris and I had requisitioned a cabin all to ourselves, even though there would have been room for two other male counsellors. We had been to "Skip & Ray's" bar by Route 87 - just a mile away and there we had consumed a couple of large glass pitchers of blonde American beer. That is why I was drunk or as English people will commonly say - "pissed". It doesn't mean that we are angry about anything. It just means we are inebriated. If we are annoyed, irritated or angry about something we often describe that state as being "pissed off". Adding the "off" is key to the changed meaning. In the early sum...