Do you think they were juicing when they shot this commercial? I mean, can’t you picture them horsing around on the set, then sneaking off to Roger’s indoor basketball court/airplane hangar, shootin’ up, then strolling back to the set, giggling, as they snarfed on more processed meats?
Because I can.
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