
Scottish Word: Sleek.
Aye we’re still howkin oot remains o this ancient race frae the deep auld oxygen sterved sypes and sleeks. We find maist in their cuboid coral like structures whaur they seemed tae be makin a knotless … Continue reading Sleek.
Aye we’re still howkin oot remains o this ancient race frae the deep auld oxygen sterved sypes and sleeks. We find maist in their cuboid coral like structures whaur they seemed tae be makin a knotless … Continue reading Sleek.
Has yer hope the cardboard wid gie ye liss frae the commands frae hell mair than the tinfoil’s done come tae pass? Whit aboot tryin bubble-wrap agin but wi yer medication this time? Translate: liss: cessation, … Continue reading Liss.
Onie mair o yer snash an I’ll gie ye anither knap or twa or three tae mind ye yer manners. Translate: knap: A lump, bump, any rounded knob; a knot or protuberance; to knock, strike sharply, … Continue reading Knap.
Yir wrang! if ye kin hear me oer the din. A two stroke ingine jined tae a generator tae chairge yer batteries tae drive yer electric motors isni the tosh environmental reddit ye think it is … Continue reading Tosh.
Awfie sorry boss the trees wir awfie gropsie this year and hoovered up the lot. It’s usually jist the Aurach that’s graapus fur chocolate. So it’s jist the yin for ye this year ‘n it’s peerie … Continue reading Gropsie.
Mind the gotes! Erchie’s in yin. Translate: gote, goat, got: A drain or ditch, a gutter, a trench in a peat-moss. Mind the trenches. Archibald’s in one. gɔt The Scottish Word: gote with its definition and … Continue reading Gote.
Gaffer are ye sure ye didni feel thon hotch or hear thon splash? I’m sure I heard it despite the niver endin muittit moaning o this wanless wancheery whale? Mind, there’s red nebbed whale free-ers in … Continue reading Hotch.
Tak a guid luik. If’n ye can see it. Ye dinni see them affen cos humans are aye luikin tae kill them. Because they think they’re dangerous since they’re gigantic, silent, strang an nearly invisible in … Continue reading Luik.
They’re The Creator’s Watchmakers. On an unrelenting raik to ensure that the exact time o The Creator is oan aw the clocks o the Universe. They go brainwode if yir clocks are wrang. Ahn they’re no … Continue reading Malkie.
Anither rip tide swimmer that’s droonin. Gruppin their would be rescuer like a limpet ahn thrashin awa agin the current, goin nowhere. They remind me o aw the conspiracy theorists ah ken. It aw seems so … Continue reading Sweem.