Scottish Word: Seek.
I’m seek o this regular weekly ritual o ‘pat the lawn o the dragon for tae sleep in peace’ that we’ve done fur longer than we mind o. Noo that I’ve been promoted tae heid o … Continue reading Seek.
I’m seek o this regular weekly ritual o ‘pat the lawn o the dragon for tae sleep in peace’ that we’ve done fur longer than we mind o. Noo that I’ve been promoted tae heid o … Continue reading Seek.
Them neeps, once neeps like us, coofs noo, are o the opinion that tumshies an baigies are unworthy o neep hood an want us aw deid. So hud the line an mak yer shots count – … Continue reading Coof.
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.
OK … it’s a braw menu an I’ve ordered the mergh rich shin bone wi a liver pâté an a side o lettuce. Ahn I ken it’s a howf whaur ye kin eat in yer bath … Continue reading Mergh.
Anither rip tide swimmer that’s droonin. Gruppin their would be rescuer like a limpet ahn thrashin awa agin the current, goin nowhere. They remind me o aw the conspiracy theorists ah ken. It aw seems so … Continue reading Sweem.
Noo noo Karntarnoc – be respectfu, nae snash or sneist, ahn dinni gie the man a fleg. They’re a wraikful flichty lot an kin wheich up a brae an oer the tap in a blink o … Continue reading Wraikful.
“… Awa, ye selfish, warly race, Wha think that havins, sense, an’ grace, Ev’n love an’ friendship, should gie place, To catch-the-plack! I dinna like to see your face, Nor hear your crack. But ye whom … Continue reading Catch-The-Plack.
Here’s hoo its goin tae go doon. As ye weel ken – us cats rule the multiverses – as it’s aye been – and it’ll go very bad for your species if ye deal oot onie … Continue reading Kippage.
“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.
Ah’ve jist telt ye that it’s jist mha neb herrs I’m wantin dealt wi here. I ken yir jist an artificial intelligence inside that hairless blue plastic napper o yours. But thers gibbles particular tae sneckin … Continue reading Futtle.