One of these pics is a bit NSFW. But what else would you expect from a post about Scottish Snapchat?
“I run a successful baking business.” – I sell cupcakes at car-boot sales.
Haggis nachos: Nice or nasty? Neighbours: Great or shit? Join our mass debate.
It’s shite being Scottish.
Scottish teenagers take exams like this. Can you beat them at philosophy?
It’s been a hell of a year for the funniest, most batshit city in Scotland.
“Raging about TITP, the only place a could shit myself and no gee a fuck.”
“What’s your name?” “Mairearad MacFhlaithbheartaich.” *Delivery guy starts crying*
It’s freezing here, so why not warm up with a spicy cheese toastie, or a steaming hot bowl of Aberdeen Angus beef stew?
Why fill in a sinkhole when you can just draw a cock and balls around it instead?
We’re definitely the funniest people on the planet.
Winter is coming, so why not hibernate in a snug AF log cabin with a hot tub, sauna, and all the whisky you can drink until spring?
It’s a disgrace that the wildlife series is ignoring our unique native breeds, like the majestic Mancunian fagpie, and the lesser-spotted chundergoose.
American teenagers: “I love you mom!” Scottish teenagers: “Am sitting wae ma cock in a pint of milk cos the wee man is on fire.”
“Please don’t shit on my dreams. I don’t want shit on my dreams.”
A Scottish fry-up contains all the nutrients you need to survive a Trump presidency.
Paisley, Renfrewshire: Home to dancing grans, fanny cars, and guys with washing baskets on their heads.
World, let Scotland soothe your pain.
“I don’t pay you to tell me I look good. I pay you to poo on my chest!” Er, what?
Warning: don’t read this post if you’re easily shocked.