If you haven't yet experienced the delight that is Scottish Twitter, nae bother because we've got a great selection of entertaining tweets that will give you a taste of some pure Scottish wit. For all the dafties out there who cannae understand one word of Scots, we've translated some of these tweets just for fun.
A scotch egg is a hard or soft boiled egg wrapped in sausage meat and sometimes breadcrumbs.
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Me convincing myself in the pub bathroom mirror that I'm not completely wasted.
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It's not even a hangover I get anymore, it's more like being a pubic hair away from becoming extinct. Solid 12 hours lying in bed trying to communicate with god to see if he'll do me a favor and either kill me or fix me.
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Woman goes to the dentists and gets in the chair.
"Where do you come from?"
"Govan (Glasgow)"
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Don't care if this vaccine makes us grow a third leg, just means I'll be able to walk to the pubs faster.
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Using my gold trimmer on a boy at work and he goes, "did you unlock that after 500 haircuts?" Genuinely the best line I've heard in a while.
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A woman took a sh*t so bad today in my work that the little woman who owns the place was in the kitchen crying and saying 'I don't know if this is for me anymore.' A shit so powerful it makes you reconsider your career path.
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Don't text your boss when you're still wasted.
Actually, peridottea91 is wrong. Irn-Bru isn't coffee, it's Scotland's most popular soda and 'other national drink' (after whiskey).
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Police brutality in America is f*cking awful. Police in Scotland probably flip coins for who's knocking the door and who's doing the talking.
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I'd be so mad if I was a detection dog. A dog with a job. All your pals down at the park sniffing assh*les and you can't because you're on the late shift.
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How good does it feel coming home every day to a little excited face all happy to see you jumping up and down barking. Love my little grandma.
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I don't understand fussy eaters man and people who don't like sauce, how can you not like sauce, you need a sauce, I don't care what kind of sauce you get, just don't have no sauce.
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Out from Friday 'til Monday morning without sleeping, left a party full of guys saying no chance I was making it, had to prove them wrong so went home, quick shower, taxi down (asked the driver if I looked okay - he lied) to work a 9-5 shift, lasted the full day as well.
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Just saw a woman shouting at her kid to put his underwear on, then pointed at me saying "look the man's gonna steal your willy." Wtf no I'm not.
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Sleeping naked is all well and good until your mom whips the covers off you in the morning to wake you up and you're sitting with your genitals out.
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Dad came home drunk after he went out 8:30 this morning to play golf, did my mom scream and shout? Nope, she put him straight to bed, and that's the sign of a good Catholic marriage. If he's done anything wrong, God will get him. She's watching MasterChef and can't be bothered.