He sure was dead weight that night in Wyoming, up in the Big Horns around the campfire, BUT Give Him Credit, Wayne was almost single-handedly holding up the tradition the boys' started of drinking that Ol' Rose till the bottle come up empty! I admired him for staying on his feet, especially when the Moose invaded our campsite.
How was Mouk affected by the Sugar? Was this Kissing "sugar" or marshmallow "sugar"?