Check this bellend who doesnae ken that Scots, and indeed all “improper” dialects an accents ay English, arenae incompatible wi intelligence oar eloquence ay expression
(I mean, the original post insnae exactly the most poetic ay thoughts, but neither’s fuckin off tae bed wioot gien yer mate a cover, whit the fuck’s wrang wi you, were you raised in a fuckin shed)
We’re teetering on the edge of this going to the editor’s. This new chapter is 36k. I would like to note that I have spent the last 20k bitching, crying, weeping and regretting my whole existence. I’m hoping to get it up before I hop on a plane tomorrow night (England!) but I can assure all Shelby has been wet with e-tears for the last long lap of this marathon.
SO SOON I WILL BE FREED FROM TYPING “MOTHERFUCKER” SO MOTHER FUCKING SOON
