He ain’t right!

He’s not hittin on all cylinders
His elevator doesn’t go to the top floor
He‘s a quart low
He’s mowin with a dull blade
Dumb as a bag of hammers
 
If brains were dynamite, he wouldn't have enough power to blow his nose.

If brains were gasoline, he wouldn't have enough fuel to drive a moped around the inside of a Cheerio.
 
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