Scottish Word: Howff.
It’s a heid scratcher tae aw o us, o immortal Lord, why ye settled yer secret eternal abode doonstairs in The Howff, it’s got mair deid bodies than ye can shak a stick at. And it’s … Continue reading Howff.
It’s a heid scratcher tae aw o us, o immortal Lord, why ye settled yer secret eternal abode doonstairs in The Howff, it’s got mair deid bodies than ye can shak a stick at. And it’s … Continue reading Howff.
Weel done min, Captain Frumpsqualler the first is noo straicht jist like ye straichtened Skew Bazzer Whiffington ahn the ithers, but ah see Baw Graip Clatterbutt the third is noo the squint yin. Ye’ll hae tae … Continue reading Squint.
Whaur’s that damn puggie that caws hissel a librarian ya beardie bulfie? I’ll teach him tae keep the likes o me me cheyned up oan the shelf aside a lot o lesser buiks foo o peetifu … Continue reading Cheyne.
I’m o the opeenion Igor, that ye need tae cut back oan yer bawkie restoration programme. No least because o the nummer o flies ye hae tae breed tae feed them. Ye’ll get me a warse … Continue reading Bawkie.
Ye’ve no real richt tae murn, cark an channer at me if ye’ve no voted – so hud yer wheesht when ye huvni made yer mark tae entitle ye tae mulligrumph. Get oot an vote. Translate: … Continue reading Channer.
Here ye go pal. Free peh’s for the moutit an no forgetting yir wee birsie dug. The wicked coont their worth by the gowd they haud. And the guid coont their worth by the acts they … Continue reading Moutit.
This kist o aw kists an its trumpery has us bumbazed and thorter. Ye ken what that means. We’ll have tae ca’ in the scientists for the first time ever and if that disni work get … Continue reading Bumbazed.
“Ahm tellin ye Prozack we’re well oot o it, flittin, it’s only a matter o time til the auld bauchle faws and drops oor universe while exercisin up an doon the stairs. Particularly wi those awfie … Continue reading Awfy.
“Yiv forgot the stairter key, it’ll no stairt wi-oot it.” Translate: stert, stairt: start. “You have forgotten the ignition key, it will not start without it.” stɛrt journey. Sorry if it’s a bit ageist. Leaving the … Continue reading Stert.
“Skip up the corbie stanes, shin alang the heid, a wee lowp tae yir plettie, in yir scratcher windie an yir maw’ll niver ken ye’ve been oot boozin. Maw’s can be unforgivining whaur booze is involved.” … Continue reading Corbie Stanes.