Oily Tights
Orly Taitz is the gift that just keeps on giving.
A couple of sandwiches short of a picnic.
The lights are on, but nobody’s home.
A few roos loose in the top paddock.
A few beers short of a six-pack
One brick short of a load
A few fish short of a hatstand
Not playing with a full deck
As crazy as a sack full of ferrets
Out to lunch
Nutty as a fruit cake
Mad as a hatter
The elevator doesn’t go to the top floor
Not the sharpest knife in the drawer
Not firing on all six cylinders