You know, I'm thinking that Shane McBride may finally have a living role model out there to give him something greater to aspire to in his lifelong pursuit to master the art of complete sloth...

I'll give him your address, Spaw. If he shows up, be sure to have a spare couch and lots of beer handy.

You'll know Shane when you see him by his Maple Leaf flag pin, his filthy jacket, his "GO LEAFS GO" hat on backwards, his uncombed shoulder length dirty blond hair and mustache, the five days of stubble on his chin, and the powerful whiff of seriously bad B.O. clinging in an almost palpable cloud around him. He will probably need a loan to tide him over, so have some cash handy too. Oh, and some cigarettes. Roll-your-owns are acceptable. Pizza would also be appreciated.