“Toast nivir lands butter side doon as afen as is thocht. An if it does, it’s a sure sign there’s attery oot an aboot that shouldni. That’s why I built this universal attery detector.” Translated: attery: … Continue reading Attery
I’m cut frae fit tae hunker-bane, deef, gless-ee’d an stumpy. But wi my cairtie an me nithin’ll stap or stint us. An I’m no grumpy. Translation: hunker-bane: thigh-bone. I’ve lost my legs from foot to thigh-bone, … Continue reading Hunker-bane.
So we haik aboot here looking like a big gowden sakeless jessie in the hope the alien craiters o this wattery warld’ll turn up? In the vain hope we dinni fleg yin when it does turn … Continue reading Haik.
I’ve goan ahn volunteered for the green-hoose re-pottin night-shift cause it’s usually restful. An noo ah’ve got the mither o aw fykie mithers eyeballin me through the glaiss yagimentin at my potting on o her wee … Continue reading Fyke