Drunk as a Skunk in a Runk

Now don’t ask me what that means. I am at that point in the morning –the night is already gone, bought and sold– where I do not know the meaning of any damned thing any more. What in all hell is a runk? Sure as hell ain’t in the OED. Who set that word in my mind? One of my few women, no doubt.
Skunk

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