Macmac tried to pick up a girl at the coffee shop. She said, 'You’re not my type. You’re more like my uncle's type.'

He told my sister, 'You’re not the only one who can charm people.' She said, 'You’re not even close.'

At the bar, Macmac bragged, 'I’m the best thing since sliced bread.' The bartender said, 'You’re more like the last piece of bread.'