you are losers oor Kornies

you are losers

Vertalings in die woordeboek Engels - Kornies

kolloryon owgh hwi

Soortgelyke frases

you are a fucking loser
keller a gyj os ta

you are a loser
keller os ta · keller owgh hwi

voorbeelde

you are losers
/ kolloryon owgh hwi / / /

you are a loser
/ keller owgh hwi / / /

you are a loser
/ keller os ta / / /

you are a fucking loser
/ keller a gyj os ta / / /

“Are you queer?” he shouted again before muttering: “Hate Jews and queers.” This was not a conversation I wanted. “The world has come to an end,” I said simply. “Where’s my bloody embuggerance? Where’s that useless secretary of mine?” he shouted. “Try looking in the toilets,” I whispered. I left, taking David, very much against his will. Now, you may ask what kind of loser would voluntarily lead a zombie into a cemetery with him? Hasn’t everyone seen ‘Night of the Living Dead’? Wasn’t that the protagonist’s first big mistake? (I.e. going to a cemetery full of zombies). Well, that may be. However, I knew that cemeteries are full of dead people, people who, being under the ground in recent times, could not possibly have been bitten by the recent crop of student zombies – and who, equally, were unlikely to have participated in any recent medical experimentation (if that had been the root cause of the plague). Furthermore, I’d seen no evidence at all that buried folk had been rising from the dead of late (spectacular though that might have been). On the contrary, every zombie that I had seen was young and male. So, by this logic, and, given that there were no living folk in cemeteries to attract the attention of any passing zombies, I figured that the cemetery was the safest place around in which to find refuge. Besides, David seemed amenable to the suggestion – in preference to the basement of Union House. Thus, it was ‘all good’. I thought one of the big family crypts would be good – very solid, very weather- proof. So, after entering via the Eastern gate, I headed with David in that direction. Sure enough, there were no signs of mayhem and destruction. No pools of coagulated blood, no dismembered, rotting corpses, nothing like that at all.
“Osta kethreydhel?” a armas arta kyns ev dhe stlevi: “ ‘gas an Yedhewon ha’n wer wow.” Nyns o hemma keskows a vynnen vy. “Gorfennys yw an bys,” yn-medhav yn sempel. “Ple’ma’m ynbuggrans euthyk? Ple’ma’n skrifennyades euver na?” ev a armas. “Assay hwithra an privedhyow,” a hwystris vy. My a asas. My a gemmeras Davydh, meur a’y anvodh. Wel, y hallsewgh govynn py par kollor a ledsa yn folonjedhek zombi yn ynkleudhva ganso ev. (A ny welas ev ‘Nos an Vyworyon Marow’? A nyns o henna kynsa kammgemmyans an chyf karakter? Henn yw leverel, mos dhe ynkleudhva leun a zombis). Martesen. Byttegyns, my a wodhya an ynkleuvaow dhe vos leun a dus marow, tus re via yn-dann an dor a-gynsow – hag, ytho, tus na allsa yn possybyl bos brethys gans trevas a-dhiwedhes an zombis-studhyer ha, dres henna, na yllens a- dhiwedhes kemmeres rann yn arbrovow medhegel (mar pia henna an achesonwreydh an pla). Kekeffrys, ny welsen vy dustuni vyth a bobel ynkleudhys esa ow trehevel dhiworth aga bedhow (kyn fia henna gwari-mir gwir). Dhe’n kontrari, oll an zombis a welis vy o yowynk ha gorow. Ytho, gans an reson ma, ha, drefenn na vos tus vyth yn fyw yn ynkleudhvaow rag tenna an zombis esa ow tremena, my a erviras an ynkleudhva dhe vos an sawwa le may hyllys kavoes harber. Dres henna, akordyes (lowr) o Davydh, dell heveli – yn prefferyans dhe selder Chi an Kesunyans. Ytho, ‘da-oll’ o. My a grysi bos da onan yntra’n kleudhegellow teyluyek – pur grev hy dhrehevyans, hi a allsa omsettya erbynn an gewer. Ytho, wosa my dhe entra der an yet a’n est, my a gerdhas gans Davydh y’n tu na. Yn hwir, nyns esa sinys vyth ow tiskwedhes po distruyans po deray. Pollow vyth a woes kowlys, korfow diskevelesys ha breyn vyth – travyth kepar ha henna. 67