Well, I guess the Tylenol did the trick, because Boney appears to be feeling a little better after his wild night of partying. He still won't talk about what he did. I guess what happens in a pub crawl, stays in a pub crawl. But at least I was able to pry him off the table and get him more comfortable on the couch. He has been enjoying watching my son play with his dinosaur toys all afternoon.
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