
Scottish Word: Wraikful.
Noo noo Karntarnoc – be respectfu, nae snash or sneist, ahn dinni gie the man a fleg. They’re a wraikful flichty lot an kin wheich up a brae an oer the tap in a blink o … Continue reading Wraikful.
Noo noo Karntarnoc – be respectfu, nae snash or sneist, ahn dinni gie the man a fleg. They’re a wraikful flichty lot an kin wheich up a brae an oer the tap in a blink o … Continue reading Wraikful.
Tirl yer hurdies tae peddle wi fury or we’ll sin be deid reid meat scauddit by yin o them beguessit steam scoots. Ye didni hire a pyntin puggie fer nithin, we ken the weys tae safe … Continue reading Hurdie.
We’ve got aw the Laird’s siller so hie yersel up yon ben wi yer keekin gless an holler if ye spy his army efter us. It’s his very ain an dis whit it’s telt. If yer … Continue reading Hie.
“… Awa, ye selfish, warly race, Wha think that havins, sense, an’ grace, Ev’n love an’ friendship, should gie place, To catch-the-plack! I dinna like to see your face, Nor hear your crack. But ye whom … Continue reading Catch-The-Plack.
Noo listen ye Welsh rarebit dinni drap him no matter hoo much yae want to. He’s goat oor Scots’ croon oan his powe. The auldest n langest lastin in the islands. An he’s carnaptious at the … Continue reading Croon.
Here’s hoo its goin tae go doon. As ye weel ken – us cats rule the multiverses – as it’s aye been – and it’ll go very bad for your species if ye deal oot onie … Continue reading Kippage.
It’s a fash tae me hoo his glamouried ivy an holly wreath cantled wi mistletoe along wi his favourite herbal medicinal smoke on top o several glasses of Fortified Cranberry Juice is no sootherin his feuch. … Continue reading Cantle.
Jings, ah doot it’s snawed a guid deal mair than we thoucht since this morning. Nae wonder we struggled tae find the path back doon. Still, it’s no so bad noo tho. Translate: sna, snaw: snow. … Continue reading Snaw.
Mebbe we shouldnae hae caw’d it a Snuff Gun riotstormfuhrer Senga. Especially since we ken yer in a fyke aboot the dwine in yuisible orrasters doon tae oor inventive an snar polisin o aw the protests. … Continue reading Sneesh.
It’s a gey bonnie planet hyne awa. But inbye it’s an ugsome maukie pushioness genocidal malafooster. The apex indwallers bere like mauks gilravagin for easedom, suin tae scowder, sterve an droon in their ain midden. Nae … Continue reading Gilravage.