
Scottish Word: Madderam.
What possibill madderam could possibily wipe the grin aff your coupon!? The likelihood that ye’ll no be so busy in a few decades is it? Aw doon tae the chancy o Climate Change leavin only a … Continue reading Madderam.
What possibill madderam could possibily wipe the grin aff your coupon!? The likelihood that ye’ll no be so busy in a few decades is it? Aw doon tae the chancy o Climate Change leavin only a … Continue reading Madderam.
I think it’s lumpy because you’ve used the parritch mix instead o the wallpaper paste mix dear. Nae wonder the rat’s eating it. Ahn tae mak it warse ye’ve used ma insta-mix special extra lumpy hip … Continue reading Parritch.
Boss! Boss! Are ye mad? Mind yersel. Threaten them aw ye want. But if ye pap the tap aff the bottle then mind you’re the only one wi-oot onie protective gear. And of aw folk, ye … Continue reading Wirricow.
I’ll jist feeze aff the tap o the wee bottle here fur us tae have wee a dram or two inside us oan this oorlich simmer efternuin. Aye the world’s cheengin. What’s goan tae be left … Continue reading Feeze.
First they cam fur the Wild Auroch. Ahn ye said nithin. Then they cam fur the Woodland Bison. Ahn ye said nithin. Then they saw aff the multiple millions o Passenger Pigeon. The Bastard Gum’s gone, … Continue reading Nithin.
Ah’ve gruppit an snippit the tip aff o yin o the spirlie spruts frae the unco linear row o spruts yiv observed doon here. It’ll be in the sample poke in a jiffie and I’ll be … Continue reading Sprut.
This is the 40 puss a meenit cheenger, ye jig yir siller caird through this slot tae mak yir red nose day donation an awa she goes. Wi jist need tae get the Winkleman worried look … Continue reading Puss.
Haggert in hauf. Yin the kyte n shanks leckin blude, yin the pow n shouders seemin wice. Whit pairt airtens t’ither n tae whaur? Whit pairt mishanters n whit clecks thouchts? Twa th’gither yet alane, mirkit, … Continue reading Hagger.
A baited fish oot o watter walks oan cinders, the deein burd clooks the sky, mind the numbers, mind the siller, yer haun that maks cut aff, e’en the wise hoolet canni hud it aw, hud … Continue reading Hert.
“He’s weel kent as ‘a gutts an gangyls’, slocherin doon onythin that gangs past. It’s why he gies aff stinks mair ramsh an reekit than the guff o the swamp.” Translate: a gutts an gangyls: nothing … Continue reading Gangyls.