Mr. T has no patience for metrosexuals.
This series of Mr. T Snickers spots are brilliantly edited; I love the super-short cuts of the wriggling ass and the speedwalker hopping as he gets pelted with chocolate. Imagine how most amateur filmmakers would have shot those moments: each cut would show the beginning and end of the action, turning a hilarious glimpse into a soul-sucking marathon of unfunnny. Also there would be a subplot involving an icky and inappropriate love story. (Why yes, I DID recently watch some incredibly boring indie movies, why do you ask?)