
Scottish Word: Bairnie.
Noo this is a bairnie shot an it’s a chip ontae the green no a drive. And Mak sure ye dinni hit the big yin in the ee, nor tak a divot oot o his luif … Continue reading Bairnie.

Noo this is a bairnie shot an it’s a chip ontae the green no a drive. And Mak sure ye dinni hit the big yin in the ee, nor tak a divot oot o his luif … Continue reading Bairnie.

We snowkit yer weet bitch green bogie-roll tabacha – twa glens awa. We kent where ye wiz even afore ye started tae licht the baccie in yer no sae sma pipe – reekin an feuchin at … Continue reading Snowk.

Here ye go pal. Free peh’s for the moutit an no forgetting yir wee birsie dug. The wicked coont their worth by the gowd they haud. And the guid coont their worth by the acts they … Continue reading Moutit.

Goldilocks with the three bears, at supper instead of breakfast, addressing the Haggis; “Wee chieftain o the pudden race, hunted by the fierce o face, slaverin an snortin an fu o fang nae matter that yiv … Continue reading Jine.

Noo keep yer protective macintosh jaikit oan aw the time and aye keep yer hood up when yer oot in the sulphuric rain and stay awa frae the nitric bobbin-quaws an acidic rouks. An nae skelpin … Continue reading Bobbin-Qwaw.

Look, it’s the loom o morn awready ya evil basket. You’ve nae time tae squat there moodily indulging in existential angst o’er deith, entropy and the ennuii o immortality all o-er the heid o yer morning … Continue reading Loom o morn.

Pit the fit doon! pit the fit doon! There’s a muckle xenoc birk o a bairn’t’ll mak a munsie o us like all bairns do wi toys if we dinni get oot o here spankie like. … Continue reading Birk.

The tounser moose aa’n the teuchter moose. “For the umpteenth time, there’s nae drains awa oot here. So tak yir chantie leavin’s tae the midden aback o the byre whaur ah’m aboot tae empty this pail … Continue reading Tounser.

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.

Sittin in a meeting wi ma heid in a pot o blethers, goin roond in circles bilin awa, The pen moves again on the pepper, an the scribbles skreek oot frae under, no kenning whit they’ll … Continue reading Skreek.