
Scottish Word: Nithin.
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.

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.

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.

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.

Jings! Yoor a gloamin gairdner too! I gairden in the gloaming aw the time, but I nivir kent you did. I dae it so the daylicht disni stimulate the exposed weed seeds intae sprootin during grund … Continue reading Gloaming.

[This is in the spirit of Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol.] The Capitalist and Politician. “Business is awfie awfie stottin bigly. Muckle. It maks us great, like massel. Art’s no sae awfie great. I divna ken … Continue reading Wally-draig.

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.

This kist o aw kists an its trumpery has us bumbazed and thorter. Ye ken what that means. We’ll have tae ca’ in the scientists for the first time ever and if that disni work get … Continue reading Bumbazed.

Right lads, hands up for wha’s next for wantin a shot o the jannie’s shuil. Translate: shot: taking a turn. Right boys, hands up for who is next to get a turn of using the janitor’s … Continue reading Shot.

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.