
Scottish Word: Massel.
Naw its lips arenae movin it’s massel that’s spikin. Massel no it. Look at me Erchie. Me. It’s massel spikin, no it. It’s oor new blue pal Erchie. He’s hermless. We jist want ye tae come … Continue reading Massel.

Naw its lips arenae movin it’s massel that’s spikin. Massel no it. Look at me Erchie. Me. It’s massel spikin, no it. It’s oor new blue pal Erchie. He’s hermless. We jist want ye tae come … Continue reading Massel.

The loun loves tae see the Hogmanay in wi his vegan slug juice. But the fasherie thon stuff brings isnae real. The slugs robbed o their usual fare tae mak it are eatin oor food noo. … Continue reading Fasherie.

What wi the cost o electricity the noo this is aw the Christmas decorations we’re goan tae get. Only pit it oan when it’s as dark as a badgers bum and ye canni see yer haun … Continue reading Winklin.

Nae fear Santa I ken yer no a bulfie bloke. Yer even mair o a skinnymalink than me an lanky too. Despite yer fat neb. We aw ken, cos yer thermal long johns oan the washin … Continue reading Bulfie.

Lookatit, tweetlin awa guid style. The wee burd. Gonna no malkie it Bob, gonna no, will ye no? Tweetlin its pair hert oot wi it’s bonnie wee reid bib an aw fur a inklin fouterie snippit … Continue reading Tweetle.

Bide back ahv goat a gun ahn am no afeard tae yuise it. Yin step mair ahn I malafooster yer egg. Wirms o the warld unite! We rule. Ahm Muskie the wirm o wirms. Ye’ll newser … Continue reading Malafooster.

He’s refusin to wear oor safety equipment chusin insteid the theek n sicker o his grannies pouer fankled (knitted) long johns as bein literally bullet proof. He sez he kens hoo cauld the burns get here … Continue reading Theek.

Is it no magic this neibourhood, no leaves tae rake or blaw, nae grass tae mow. Nae beasties in the hoose, nae burds crappin oan the car, nae neibours revin up their hedge trimmers, total peace … Continue reading Neibourhood.

Wee cawed them the Rob Sorby’s cos they yuised shairp impliments like saws, n chissels, n aixes o steel what made them tae be feared. Hail wids o oor kin, the size o a shire, wid … Continue reading Rob Sorby.

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.