Balls to the wall (nothing to do with boy parts)
Not worth a tinker's hoot (sometimes a tinker's damn, not sure which was more valuable)
I may have devolved into phrases rather than words.
The other day I told my young smoking hot personal trainer I was feeling all stove up. She had no idea what I meant.
She’s a dish, though. A real tomato with a set of pins like nobody’s business. Hubba hubba!