I can explain it to you, but I cannot understand it for you.
You two make quite the wit.
No one could possibly have a higher opinion of you than I have.
Thick as mince
You are the proud owner of not a single redeeming quality.
A few beers short of a six pack
Your ma wears high heels with tracksuit bottoms.
“Sorry, I already have a boyfriend/girlfriend.”
Implying that everything they said or done was to get your romantic attention.
It was trending a few years ago but never caught on fully.
Still good.
“Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!”
The classic southern “Bless your heart”
Big fan of a slow disapproving head shake and a thumbs down. Especially in road rage situations (or any time I see a Cybertruck).
I only recently discovered the power of the thumbs down in the car. It is magical.
I have to thank the one and only James May for introducing me to “you witless dishcloth”
I have neither the crayons nor the inclination to explain it to you.
You make this world not worth saving.
I saw one here the other day calling someone a soup fork. I’ve been using that for people who are completely useless.
I’ve also heard “wind sandwich.”




