
Scottish Word: Baigie.
Mind, way back, hoo we cam tae feel gey dowf an athoot ettle efter thon cosmic radiation burst what killed aw the organic craiters hereaboots. Weel! I redded oot mha heid pan o them orra auld … Continue reading Baigie.
Mind, way back, hoo we cam tae feel gey dowf an athoot ettle efter thon cosmic radiation burst what killed aw the organic craiters hereaboots. Weel! I redded oot mha heid pan o them orra auld … Continue reading Baigie.
Jist look at that mooth fou o bonnie sang ahn no a hint o mantin tae be seen. If she wiz spikin insteid o singin she’d be mantin as bad as an auld reversin steam puffer … Continue reading Mant.
They’re endangered eneuch as it is wi-oot haein tae thole a hallach bike ride like thon. Mind tho – It’s guid tae see the auld explorer daein the richt thing an makin sure they’ve their safety … Continue reading Eneuch.
“… Wow, but your letter made me vauntie! And are ye hale, and weel, and cantie? I kenn’d it still your wee bit jauntie Wad bring ye to: Lord send you ay as weel’s I want … Continue reading Vauntie.
First the neb: A dirl o a stang tae mha neb richt awa wi the snell smeeky reek o a choked lum aboon a pew ilk an auld dug oot o the oxter o a lang … Continue reading Smeek.
The Coo pat slinger. [Night! And oor hero and Malkie Fu expert is oot and aboot … hunting the phantom coopat slinger. Accompanied by his trusty companion – THE DOCTOR.] The doctor: “Aye weel, it’s a … Continue reading Stammer.
Ah ken ye think ahm bein fykerie but ahm no diving in there wi-oot that lifebelt. Throw it in. Noo, is there enough sugar? Ye ken I like twa lumps. Ahn tak a tot o the … Continue reading Fykerie
Yince men o mense noo peutherin ahn vaigin, sprosers aw. Crankie, pauchtie an fu o blaw an buller. Yin like the ithir, the auld gaird huddin tae their paps aw what is auld, foosty ahn past … Continue reading Sprose.
“Weel Moudie auld pal, hoo long’s thon neb been yirdit then, dae ye ken?” Spiered the hoolet frae its delf in the tree. Translate: yirdit: buried “Well Mole, my old friend, how long has that nose … Continue reading Yirdit.
We’re no gonna rook ye entirely, we’re no thon sort o pirate. But gie us yer siller wrapped in yir five pund note, we ken aw aboot it, yir bow tie, your collar, an forby thon … Continue reading Rook.