...are there for ditz?
The lights are on but no one is home.
A few sandwiches short of a picnic.
As thick as two short planks.
Not playing with a full deck.
Dumb as a box of rocks.
Why do I want to know this, you ask? (I can hear you wondering - honest.)
Today is President's Day. Where am I? At work. My boss called me from vacation about half an hour ago and said "What are you doing there?" Me: "Uh, working," thinking to myself, duh. Him: "It's a holiday, you know. You don't have to be there."
Fantastic. So it's 1 p.m., I've been here for 5 hours and I DIDN'T NEED TO BE!
Dipshits 'r' Us.