Well oot o the levels we’ve goat it’s tousie, oozlie, clarty, slaigerin, mankit, midden or skitter-keechit. we’d better jist pit it up tae midden level. We’ll be wantin him tae be keepin maist o his skin. … Continue reading Midden.
Yir leid lid’s nae yis as protection agin the 5G phone masts transmitting Covid 19. Which is paranoid shite onywye. Especially, if’n it wiz true, awbody has tae be opening this wee hatch tae spik te … Continue reading Leid.
She’s telt me in no uncertain terms ahm no allood tae help ye. But yer next moves a belter, if ye kin see it. Ahn if ye do, yer wins a certie, a hunner percent. Translate: … Continue reading Belter.
We aw ken a unicorn’s aye gonna lamp a lion. It’s scrivand. What girnels my kirn is thon sook oan its back thinkin he’s Erchie. Ahn the same goes fur the tumfie dirlit frae the shouders … Continue reading Lamp.
I have my pet craw here wha’s hungert. Kin he rake oer yer kirn-field for leavins sickert frae you eatin him? He’s caw’d Erchie an the wee loun unner me’s mha brither caw’d Windy Windlestrae wha … Continue reading Hungert.
It’s the remains o Pirate Captain Windy Wuntle Windlestrae richt eneuch, preserved oer the years by his weel kent aboundant pushionous pumps. His peg leg sauf here anaw. Pirate Captain Windy Wuntle Windlestrae. [part 2 of … Continue reading Pushionous.
We ken him as Pirate Captain Windy Wuntle Windlestrae. [Part 1 of 2] Wuntle – cos he wuntles aboot oan land ahn sea aw doon tae his widden leg. Windlestrae – efter a lankie gizzen stalk … Continue reading Wuntle.
Thon giant zombie took me by surprise ye ken. I managed tae bash its brains oot wi my machete afore I realised I wiz wantin an erm. Guid job ah’m corrie fisted. It wisni till I … Continue reading Wantin an Erm.
Yir wee nakit by-bit is tryin tae get yer attention Oswald. Ah think it jist wants ye tae bite its heid clean aff, gleg like, instead o fryin it. Translate: by-bit: a snack between meals. Your … Continue reading By-Bit.
Whits aw this stramash steerin up the stour o the tar o the playgroond fur. Whit are ye aw oot o yer boxes fur, Wha stairted it? Hae ye forgotten aw o yer social distancin trainin? … Continue reading Stramash.