a casingless sausage

At all events, the vocabulary of Scots is not only the key to much of our literature, but an asset we should cherish and use to give smeddum and birr to our fushionless English.

I jammed my finger in the door yesterday. It hurt like a motherfucker.

They used to burn witches. How soon til we are burning homosexuals, the inchaste, or those who dance on Sundays?