Dae ye ivir think us humans will ever come guid in the future wi death by dinosaur roond ivvery corner in this present age? Translate: ivir, ivver: ever. Do you ever think us humans will ever … Continue reading Iver, Ivver.
He couldni be in better hauns than wee Hoolet Erchie there to be cairried forrit into the New Year. He’s nivir drapped a soul yet twixt one year an the next. Mind his pipe leaves an … Continue reading Cairry
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.
“The Gods are telling yez two stories. Russia/Ukraine and Israel/Palestine. Neibours o sorts. Ahn by the depth o yer hypocrisie anent tae them twa tales is the depth o the level o the pits o Hell … Continue reading Neibour.
He’s a cuik tae be reckoned wi. Nae blitterie biled farin here. Bruckle scowdered reekin spicy divots tae nip ‘n birsle the mou an mak the een weep is the wye ahn ye need a cast … Continue reading Birsle.
Fie! Awa wi ye! I dinni believe in wraiths, ah’ve no reached my three score an ten yet, nivir mind the rest. Awa an gie me peace tae enjoy my smoke o extra strong special baccy, … Continue reading Wraith.
Ah’m a craw an canni sing so the maister steam-smith made me this furlie so I can mak my ain music. He loves craws. Ah keep the fire stoked and the steam organ toots awa played … Continue reading Maister.
Whyles ye ken, an awfie wee thing can mak ye canty for a spell e’en in the worst o times. Translate: whiles, whyles: sometimes, occasionally. Sometimes you know, an awfully small thing can make you cheerful … Continue reading Whyles.
He’s been converted tae electric for years but took tae feuchin tae compensate. His feuchie habit means I hae tae tak a pipe aff him at iviry station. He disni like it. He misses his lum … Continue reading Feuch.
Yon jug’s his preferred recipe. He maks it fae the pot beer oot o the still ahn adds a guid helpin o foreshot tae shairpen the taste tae his liking. Ah dinni grudge it, he’s bin … Continue reading Foreshot.