Scottish Word: Noo.
Noo Erchie dinni mind the reek, an dinni worry forbye for oor car’s yokit tae a tree. These blootering deluges o noo an times will pass an the water’ll run awa doon the glen as afore. … Continue reading Noo.
Noo Erchie dinni mind the reek, an dinni worry forbye for oor car’s yokit tae a tree. These blootering deluges o noo an times will pass an the water’ll run awa doon the glen as afore. … Continue reading Noo.
Awfie sorry boss the trees wir awfie gropsie this year and hoovered up the lot. It’s usually jist the Aurach that’s graapus fur chocolate. So it’s jist the yin for ye this year ‘n it’s peerie … Continue reading Gropsie.
Tak a guid luik. If’n ye can see it. Ye dinni see them affen cos humans are aye luikin tae kill them. Because they think they’re dangerous since they’re gigantic, silent, strang an nearly invisible in … Continue reading Luik.
He’s refusin to wear oor safety equipment chusin insteid the theek n sicker o his grannies pouer fankled (knitted) long johns as bein literally bullet proof. He sez he kens hoo cauld the burns get here … Continue reading Theek.
Wee cawed them the Rob Sorby’s cos they yuised shairp impliments like saws, n chissels, n aixes o steel what made them tae be feared. Hail wids o oor kin, the size o a shire, wid … Continue reading Rob Sorby.
Here you. Are you the bogilly bogle o Hrungnirøss the muckle trow wha drooned in the wilsome moss holes oer the bye? Wha walks the watters maist nichts by the scarrow o the moon. If’n so … Continue reading Bogle.
McPhiz, Spud and Super Ranger. [An aff duty meenit for Spud the Squirrel.] [When … ] DUNT! Spud: “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” [Countryside Ranger McPhiz WAS haein a sowff anaw.] Whang! Poomph! Whipple! CRASH! clang! Spud: “ERK!” McPhiz: “A … Continue reading Sowff.
Jings it’s the muckle minginishrie broon troot. Gey rare. If I wiz you I wid bide still and no cairry-oan like a fly oan tap o the watter, ye dinni want tae end up a catch … Continue reading Troot.
Stage yin an Stage twa are the tasty yins. Stage fower Haggisses are the dangerous yins but are certainly aw lang deid by noo. There has only ivir been yin sichtin in recent times. An that … Continue reading Fower.
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.