I fell asleep outside Asda last night, so no chance to brush my teeth. Good job i had a pack of Glasgow tooth brushes.
by Major. Tumpleton May 17, 2008
by David McQuillan March 28, 2003
The Glesga Kiss.
I remember my first kiss like it wis only yesterday.
An’ I’ve goat the marks across my foreheid jist tae prove it.
It wis in the West End Ballroom, it’s nae longer there they say.
An’ I’m glad the Glesga Cooncil decided tae move it.
There wis this wee blonde wumman, she looked a guid wee dancer.
So I dashed across the flerr at considerable speed.
The wumman saw me comin’, sayin’, ‘here’s that bow-legged chancer.’
An’ she hit me oan the foreheid wi’ her heid.
I cannae remember her name, och! It’s a’ the bloody same.
I’m bein’ hurled aroon’ the Royal oan a barra.
My shirt’s a’ fu’ o’ bleed, wi’ fifteen stitches in my foreheid.
An’ the Doctor says I’ll no’ see for days, because o’ her mascara.
I swore it wid be the last time I’d be goin’ tae the dancin’.
There surely must be a safer way tae carry oan romancin’.
I remember my first kiss like it wis only yesterday.
An’ I’ve goat the marks across my foreheid jist tae prove it.
It wis in the West End Ballroom, it’s nae longer there they say.
An’ I’m glad the Glesga Cooncil decided tae move it.
There wis this wee blonde wumman, she looked a guid wee dancer.
So I dashed across the flerr at considerable speed.
The wumman saw me comin’, sayin’, ‘here’s that bow-legged chancer.’
An’ she hit me oan the foreheid wi’ her heid.
I cannae remember her name, och! It’s a’ the bloody same.
I’m bein’ hurled aroon’ the Royal oan a barra.
My shirt’s a’ fu’ o’ bleed, wi’ fifteen stitches in my foreheid.
An’ the Doctor says I’ll no’ see for days, because o’ her mascara.
I swore it wid be the last time I’d be goin’ tae the dancin’.
There surely must be a safer way tae carry oan romancin’.
by joseph sharp January 11, 2004
Public holiday in Glasgow, during July, characterised by torrential rain and generally appalling weather.
"What's the weather forecast for the Fair Weekend?"
"Rain. Rain aw weekend."
" Sounds about right - typical bloody Glasgow Fair!"
"Rain. Rain aw weekend."
" Sounds about right - typical bloody Glasgow Fair!"
by AwrightPal July 17, 2015
Public holiday in Glasgow, during July, characterised by torrential rain and generally appalling weather.
"What's the weather forecast for the Fair Weekend?"
"Rain. Rain aw weekend."
" Sounds about right - typical bloody Glasgow Fair!"
"Rain. Rain aw weekend."
" Sounds about right - typical bloody Glasgow Fair!"
by AwrightPal July 17, 2015
by The real deal 22 November 7, 2017
The act of filling a glass or cup with urine and throwing it onto innocent passers-by.
A common pastime in the dreary city of Glasgow, probably caused by the lack of sunlight and too much Irn Bru.
A common pastime in the dreary city of Glasgow, probably caused by the lack of sunlight and too much Irn Bru.
"Sir did you just throw urine in my face!?"
"Aye, haud yer wheesht, wee eejit!, Glasgow Caipirinha!"
"Aye, haud yer wheesht, wee eejit!, Glasgow Caipirinha!"
by BerHK April 26, 2019