Home > Topic > waily
1 " Is somethin' wrong?" said Daft Wullie." Aye!" snapped the kelda. " Rob willnae tak' a drink o' Special Sheep Liniment!" Wullie's little face screwed up in instant grief." Ach, the Big Man's deid!" he sobbed. " Oh waily waily waily - " Will ye hush yer gob, ye big mudlin!" shouted Rob Anybody, standing up. " I am no' deid! I'm trying to have a moment o' existential dreed here, right? Crivens, it's a puir lookout if a man cannae feel the chilly winds o' Fate lashing aroound his nethers wi'out folks telling him he's deid, eh? "
