Synopsis: A smooth, Barry White-talking dinosaur in a leather jacket stands outside of a tour bus, appearing to be something like a roadie for a band called Wild Cherry or similar. An excited female Pop Tart shows up, exclaiming her excitement at seeing the band’s tour bus. Roadiesaur asks if she’d like to meet the band, and upon affirmation, invites her into the bus. Pop Tart scampers into the bus that leads her precariously through the top of the roof. Roadiesaur then pushes a switch, which causes Pop Tart to sink back into the bus, whose walls then collapse revealing that it’s not really a bus, but a toaster – of doom! Upon successful execution of his diabolical plan, Roadiesaur cockily boasts the money line: “Groupies are easy.”
Okay, so it’s not so much that this commercial is necessarily stupid, but there is one thing that I’d like to point out: isn’t the plot of this whole scenario basically murder? Not just any murder, but first degree murder?
