Everyone laughed and called him chowder-headed when he showed up with his shirt inside out.

The chowder-heads forgot to bring their spoons to the clam bake, and everyone had to share.

Don't be such a chowder head; you could have double-checked the address before we got lost.

After forgetting his passport three times, we all started calling Tom a chowder-head.

I couldn't believe the chowder heads ignored the clearly posted directions and got lost again.