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Scottish Word: Chitter.
Hoi! Yer ivver an on chitterin’s getting on my nerves. Cut it oot or ye’ll see me going brainwode. Pull yer hood up an coorie doon intae my insulated duffel bag an warm yersel up. Otherwise … Continue reading Chitter.
Hoi! Yer ivver an on chitterin’s getting on my nerves. Cut it oot or ye’ll see me going brainwode. Pull yer hood up an coorie doon intae my insulated duffel bag an warm yersel up. Otherwise … Continue reading Chitter.
Ha Ha yer in the gled’s grups noo Superchook, ah’ve had mha gled ee on yer pouers for years an ther’s nocht ye kin do but snuil doon noo an gie them tae me. Mha Super … Continue reading Gled.
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.
Jings, we didni hauf rooze up thon bear by peltin it wi stanes. Oniegate we’re sauf noo Erchie, she’ll be awa lickin her birses at hame. C’mon oot – nae worries, she disni ken aboot this … Continue reading Rooze.
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.
It’s irrelevant that ye sprauchle up a tree cos ye hae a gastrous dreid o cats ya munce ye. Trees is oor second hame. How dae ye no know that? Onywye what cat’s gonna disreul itsell … Continue reading Sprauchle.
Rin rin Sneddon o the pen, keep up wi Malky yer bird and stap yer huizle. If we mak guid time we kin tak the currach and navigate tae the hidden Firth o the Black Winter … Continue reading Rin.
Tak that ye contermacious scowderin fiery beastie ye. Huv the foo smeddum o my fire pit-ootery tin. This is yer last warning. Yiv no tae scoff virgins ahn scowder guid polis sent tae protect them. You’ll … Continue reading Contermacious.
In the name o the wee man that thing gies me the grue. It’s chowin guid gowf baws ahn crushing yin tae bits in its nieve. Its dreeps o pushion are scowderin the girse, and it’s … Continue reading Grue.
Hoo’d a thoucht that yer cranniewanny clook wid be as teuch tae manicure as yer ither clooks eh? Did ye ken I mak doon the nail shavins an sell the pouder as sneeshin? An I must … Continue reading Cranniewanny.