People in Smalltownland certainly have their own way of doing things. Which is to say that they like to do things as they have always been done. Without change or modern intervention. The same can be said about language. Certain phrases hang in there like a hair in a biscuit. That is to say they are permanent, never to leave the lexicon.
Let's examine a few...shall we?
*He thinks the sun comes up just to hear him crow.
*She could make a preacher cuss.
*He was as mad as a mule chewing on bumblebees.
*I'm finer than a frog hair split four ways.
*That's about as useful as a trap door on a canoe.
*If his brains were dynamite, he couldn't blow his nose.
*He squeezes a quarter so tight that the eagle screams.
*Well....tie me to an anthill and fill my ears with jam.
And, finally one that my own dad used on me as a teenager.
*She's got champagne taste and beer money.