Remember when I was bumming around Chelsea on the purple hearts! The chicks there thought I was God's gift to their little bohemia. A real devil. ‘I'm pilled to the gills,’ I'd tell them and their little eyes would grow as big as plates. 1966, Alan Bestic, Turn Me on Man, page 20:
I never give these randy bastards a second glance when I'm dancing because when I'm pilled sex is too slow and anyway my legs are like rubber and I feel like I can out-dance anyone. 2014, Casey Harison, quoting “Irish” Jack Lyons, Feedback: The Who and Their Generation, Rowman & Littlefield, →ISBN, page 65:
Of woven fabric: having formed small matted balls of fiber.