Scottish Word: Lipper.
What wi the ice shelfs breakin mair n mair an meltin skelpin awa garin the sea tae grow mair n mair tae lipper gey near the limit o oor fleet dykes alang wi mair n mair … Continue reading Lipper.
What wi the ice shelfs breakin mair n mair an meltin skelpin awa garin the sea tae grow mair n mair tae lipper gey near the limit o oor fleet dykes alang wi mair n mair … Continue reading Lipper.
Yiv done it again wi yer stookie! That’s why naebuddy’ll sign it. Yer wife’s gonna be much mair radge than I wiz yon last time. I widni be surprised if she braks yir ither airm when … Continue reading Stookie.
Ah’m affy chancy ye ken tae have a musician perched oan the nok. He can sing anaw. Naebuddy I Ken’s sae chancy as me tae say they hae a craw’s nest wi a craw, braw singer … Continue reading Chancy.
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.
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.
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.
Aye! It’s a shame yer a craiter o the slidderin ilk. It’s sad ye werni blessed wi pairts that hae a lirk or twa ended wi cleuks, fit an hurdies tae let ye caw awa a … Continue reading Slidder.
Hop It? Whit dae ye mean hop it!? Hop it yersel ya wee short ersed peengie maithe o a gaird ye. Ye ken ahm the laithsome peg leg peratt yella teeth McGrawker, promoter ahn brither tae … Continue reading Peengie.
I’m ‘feuach’ frae fit tae hunker-bane, deef – gless-ee’d an stumpy. But wi my cairtie vertie n virr, nithin daunted – hardy we maun-dae. Nae ben, heich or brae will stap or stint us – hooanivir … Continue reading Hunker-bane.
Yoor no helpin. Stop pickin yer nose wi yer tentacle. We’re supposed tae perswad yon tarry breeked jocks that we’re here tae save them frae bein blootered by yon muckle bummelin waw. No tae mak them … Continue reading Bummel.