Slow panning to a bedroom floor…clothes are strewn about…man is moaning in the background, “oh yeah, gimme some of that…mmmhmm…right over here.”
Camera goes to the bed, wife wakes up and prepares to give the husband the “I can’t believe you’re fantasizing about other women” look. Turns out, he is thinking Arby’s. Fantastic for him. I am tired of it.
Some SUV drives down the street. Kansas sings “Dust in the Wind”. All the SUVs that this particular vehicle passes instantaneously grow brittle and fall apart, fade into dust, grow ferns, crumple themselves into cubes of steel. We get it. This SUV makes all other SUVs obsolete. But I am getting sick of Kansas. Sick of “Dust in the Wind”. Sick of watching cars contort themselves into various positions of sado-masochism.
Am I missing any?