What Would I Do?

Have you seen these new commercials for Klondike Bar that are playing before every movie now? The one with Michael Ian Black and the hairy guy getting his chest and balls waxed? It's terrible. It makes NOT want a Klondike Bar. It makes me want to go out and buy Fudgesicles and laugh in the Klondike Bar's face while enjoy a seperate chocolatey treat that doesn't treat me like a turn of the century simpleton.

I've never understood the premis of the Klondike Bar commercials. Even as a kid they made no sense. Now they're just aggrevating. The jingle, "what would you do for a Klondike Bar?" followed by some benality is infuriating and frustrating.
"Hey! What would you do for a Klondike Bar?"
"I'd run around the subway in a chimp suit and harrass big angry inner city teenagers!"
"What would you do for a Klondike Bar?"
"I'd plot out a series of increasingly dangerous crimes that ends with my suicide that concludes with a swan dive from the top of my downtown office building!"
"What would you do for a Klodike Bar?"
"I'd sit through Funny People again!"

You know what I would do for a Klodike Bar? Go to the store and buy a box. Like a normal human being would.