Savage wrote:Drunkish is my 1.5 language, and you might laugh to know how long it took me to type this sentence correctly.
The true Professor of Drunkish was Scotland's national poet, Robert Burns.
Gudeen to you kimmer
Gudeen to you kimmer
And how do ye do?
Hiccup, quo' kimmer,
The better that I'm fou.
We're a' noddin, nid nid noddin,
We'r a' nodding at our house at hame,
We're a' noddin, nid nid noddin,
We're a' noddin at our house at hame.
Kate sits i' the neuk,
Suppin hen-broo;
Deil tak Kate
An' she be na noddin too!
How's a' wi' you, kimmer,
And how do ye fare?
A pint o' the best o't,
And twa pints mair.
How's a' wi' you, kimmer,
And how do ye thrive;
How mony bairns hae ye?
Quo' kimmer, I hae five.
Are they a' Johny's?
Eh! Atweel no:
Twa o' them were gotten
When Johny was awa.
Cats like milk
And dogs like broo;
Lads like lasses weel,
And lasses lads too.
We're a' noddin, nid nid noddin,
We'r a' nodding at our house at hame,
We're a' noddin, nid nid noddin,
We're a' noddin at our house at hame.
"Booznik. Smooth, classy and manatee-like." --Bur
"Oh, you've been reading your
Sir Kenelm Digby, haven't you? Stick to the mead recipes, especially that of the Mayor of Moscovy. That shizz is
SACK!!!" --Badfellow
"Now stop and DRINK! bastards." --mistah willies
"A stand alone place for booze is as essential for a home, as is a bed to sleep on." --Miklo