Ye're as daft as ye're days auld.
Ye're as fou o maggots as the bride o Preston, that stoppit hauf wey as she gaed tae the kirk.
Ye're a man amang geese when the gander's awa.
Ye're as fou o mischief as a egg's fou o maet.
Ye're a queer fish no tae hae fins.
Ye're as lang tuinin yer pipes as anither wad play a spring.
Ye're a sweet nut if you were well cracked.
Ye're as mim as a Mey puddock.
Ye're a weedaefu gin hangin time.
Ye're as smaa as the twitter o a twined rash.
Ye're aa blawin like a burstin haggis.
Ye're as souple sark alane as some are mither naked.
Ye're aa grease, but I'm only grushie.
Ye're as stiff as a stappit saster.
Ye're aa made o butter, an sewed wi soor milk.
Ye're aye in a hurry, an aye ahint.
Ye're a day efter the fair.
Yer breid's baked, ye can hing up yer girdle.
Ye're a deil an nae cou, like the man's bull.
Yer een's greedier than yer guts.
Ye're a fine sword, qo the fuil tae the wheat braird.
Yer een's no marrows.
Ye're a fit ahint the foremaist.
Yer een's yer merchant.
Ye're a foot behint the foremost.