YOU KNOW YOU'RE ON A BAD DATE WHEN: (Female Version)
You order a Whopper Value Meal and he says, "Hey, my name ain't Rockefeller, honey."
You've never heard someone speak with such passion about an ant farm.
Your dinner reservations are under "Loser, party of 2"
He's especially proud of how long he can sustain a burp.
He calls to tell you he'll pick you up, just as soon as the stand off with the police is over.
He's been on Geraldo once and Jerry Springer, twice.