The Heineken guy is kind of a dick.

So I just noticed something about this Heineken commercial 'The Date'. This guy is supposed to be some uber cool beer drinker that we all want to be like.

But I think he's actually kind of a dick... Here's why:

First, he avoids the door fee by sneaking in the back entrance of a club where he decides to fuck up the kitchen. He flicks dough at some hard working asian cook, then he throws a fish they're preparing. They can't wait for him to leave. And when he does he tries to steal a beer off a waiter's tray. His hand is quickly slapped away. Mooch.

He goes through swinging doors leading into the club where he immediately makes fuck-me eye contact with the hostess. Hey asshole, aren't you on a "date"? I mean, you've nearly been yanking this poor girls arm off dragging her behind you.

Next there's the eel aquarium where I'm sure the proprietors don't want anyone spooking them by smacking the glass. Hasn't this guy ever see a "DO NOT TAP GLASS" sign on fish tanks? Needless to say the eels freak out and start leaping out of the damn tank. He can't help himself.

Did you see it? He immediately tries to steal another Heineken off of a waiter's tray. Once again, his hand is slapped away. Persistent mooch.

He runs into this magician who, with a wave of his hands, produces a fantastic floating bunny out of thin air. Holy crap! The man might have well turned water into wine. And what does our favorite free-loader do? He makes a mockery of the man's profession by pretending to pull a Heineken out of his mouth. The magician is lucky to get his beer back and is clearly pissed. I'd watch my back if I were him.

Now he gets caught up in the show onstage where a chinese dragon is performing behind a lit-up, thin screen. He smacks the dragon in the face, dives through the screen tearing two huge holes, starts dancing like an idiot, and throws his date onto a chair. Clearly she's high as shit because she can't feel the pain of both her arms being dislocated from her torso by now.

Finally a waiter brings this free-loading, terrorizing liability and his smack-loving space cadet a Heineken in hopes that he'll stop tearing up the joint. It works, but the path of destruction is undeniable.

The club is thinking of no longer serving Heineken.

Nobody likes this guy.