I think that Shane once spewed beer out of his mouth AND nostrils AND simultaneously lost control of both his bladder AND his sphincter muscle...

It was the time that the Ontario Provincial Police and the Sudbury cops came piling through the front door, back door, and windows of the place on Bond Street when he and Don were dividing up that 25 pounds of dope that they scored, and separating out the seeds and twigs on the dining room table.

Somebody must've squealed on them. It was a bad moment, eh?