We were in this bar in Toronto and this fucking frostback kid comes up, this kid carrying a skate-shine box. And he says "Shine, please, shine!" I said no. He kept askin', yeah, and Joey said "Yeah." And I went to get a couple of labatt blues, and the box was wired, and he opened up the box, fucking blew his body all over the place. And he's laying there, he's fucking screaming. There's pieces of him all over me, just...like this, and I'm tryin' to pull him off, you know, my friend that's all over me! I've got blood and everything and I'm tryin' to hold him together! I'm puttin'... the guy's fuckin' insides keep coming out! And nobody would help!
Nobody would help!
He's saying, sayin' "I wanna go home! I wanna go home!" He keeps calling my name! "I wanna go home, Brucey! I wanna drive my Chevy!" I said "WITH WHAT? I CAN'T FIND YOUR FUCKIN' LEGS!
I CAN'T FIND YOUR LEGS!"
The leafs drew first blood.
the only way they're going back to canada is in body-bags.
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