"Sky is not for everyone. Seconds after you crack a can of Sky you'd swear you were falling from thirty thousand feet. Just ask Felix." At least that what I heard the gentlemen claim as I was walking down the street.
After prying the acorn from the dead squirrel’s hands, the
chipmunk sped off looking for other easy scores. He looked back at the dead squirrel
from his rear view mirror, but felt no remorse for what he had done. It was
nothing personal. It was just business.