Ah foond the test puddocks they aw het up biled wi-oot noticin in their surface-o-mobile bubbles when the sun kem oot. I massel ahm oer het ahn gonna huv tae initiate the emergency bubble launch doon-hill … Continue reading Foond.
If only ye’d kent semaphore ahn peyd heed tae thon cruban doon there flaggin the danger tae ye wi its cleuks ye micht both hae been saved. Noo as it stauns one o ye’s goin doon … Continue reading Cruban.
Ah’n ahm tellin ye son nae matter hoo laithsome scunnery bluidie this is, the bastards will be rinnin cyclin tours roond the landin sites in seventy five years time. Merk my words. If’m we live so … Continue reading Bluidie.
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.
They think yer a deid dug and are dragging the bottom for yer corpse. But nae worries wee livin dug – yince yer cleeked up tae this rocket ah’ve got here ye’ll be up tae the … Continue reading Dug.
Pit the fit doon! pit the fit doon! There’s a muckle xenoc birk o a bairn’t’ll mak a munsie o us like all bairns do wi toys if we dinni get oot o here spankie like. … Continue reading Birk (2).
“If it’s guided oer a wire by yersel? An it gies ye a swatch o the target on yir screen so ye canni fail tae malafouster whit yiv aimed it at? Then hoo come it’s oursels … Continue reading Oursels.
“Awa tae Scotland for compassion. We’ve democracy, oil, war, votes, blood, retribution and revenge tae maun and sclave tae this modern world.” Translated: maun: manage, strengthen, grow. “Away to Scotland for compassion. We have democracy, oil, … Continue reading Maun.
“Get a move on Lister, this scuttering aboot swoppin aprons, washing, scrubbing an pentin between operations is going tae mak me late for ma supper.” Translated: scutter: hinder with something unimportant, delay detain through some needless … Continue reading Scutter.
“As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry. Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, And … Continue reading Luve.