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One sandwich short
he's one sandwich short of a picnic
he's two cards shy of a deck
he’s lost in the woods
he’ll never come good
he’s burnt out, a gibbering wreck
he's mostly away with the fairies
his ship is on the rocks
his nerves are shot
the man is not
the sharpest tool in the box
they say that he's not the full shilling
and he's got no gas in the tank
he's no flipping use
he's got a s...
Saturday 3rd November 2018 5:40 pm
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