Connor Burns
I absolutely love the word glaikit. I’ve been called it my whole life by my family and it just perfectly sums up what it is. A glaikit face is just that: void of expression and a bit daft looking.
King’s Theatre, Friday 14 & Saturday 15 March.

Amanda Dwyer
My favourite funny word is shenanigans. I can’t even really pinpoint why; it just makes me smile when I hear other people use it and I love using it to describe anything my cat gets up to. Like he’s eaten a plastic bag and he needs an emergency vet appointment and I’ll say to the vet ‘oh, he’s been up to all sorts of shenanigans.’ And then we’ll laugh and laugh, until I have to pay when leaving.
Van Winkle West End, Saturday 15 March.

Jin Hao Li
Obenrusk. It means smellier than smelly. The full scale goes smelly, rancid, putrid, gunquant, trasmus, blümengaark, registimus-tre-lacard, obenrusk. Example sentence: ‘Darius, this spoilt milk is bloody obenrusk! Throw it out before we divorce!’ Divorce is quite funny too, very forceful. If you get divorced you have to mean it.
The Old Hairdresser’s, Friday 21 March.

Mark Nelson
For me, the funniest word is bawbag. It’s such a wonderfully emotive, descriptive and disparaging word and creates an immediate image. Whereas other Scottish insults can often also be terms of endearment, there is no ambiguity about a bawbag. 
Blackfriars, Friday 21 March.

Jay Lafferty
Scots are masters of a funny word. We are especially smashing at coming up with words to describe someone who has done something stupid. The English might say fool; or if they’re feeling mean, idiot. Scots can take our pick: walloper, dafty, rocket, numpty, dunderhead, or the gold star standard: eejit! There is no better word to spit oot when you’re in a rage. Also though, there’s jobbie, a word that Billy Connolly made famous the world over. It’s a fabulous descriptive word that can be deployed to describe a situation, a feeling, a poo and a person. It’s a top insult. Far worse than being called a shit is hearing ‘see him? He’s a wee jobbie!’
The Stand, Saturday 22 March.

John Thothill
If I’m having an argument with someone and they bring out a moreover, that’s the end of the conversation. Moreover?! Ok, John Bercow. What a stupid little word. If moreover was a person, he’d be a 15-year-old who runs Debating Club. Or, I suppose, an Eastern European heiress: ‘have you met my beautiful daughter, Morova?’
The Old Hairdresser’s, Sunday 23 March.

Scott Agnew
Cow became a favourite at a gay after-party in my flat circa 2005. As the sun rose and booze ran out, a hairdresser kept the party going by drinking my aftershave. To assert his good moral character, he spent the morning shrieking ‘I am 35 years old and I have never been a cow!’
Blackfriars, Thursday 27 March.

Susan Harrison
Balls. It’s got a double meaning, it can be used as an expletive, or a description of (let’s face it) a comical part of the body. And of course, as anyone who’s ever doodled on a foggy window knows, it’s one half of the famous word double-act Cock And… Then there’s lettuce. It’s a floppy word which is fun to say and although it might not look like much on the page (or in the fridge), the humble lettuce shouldn’t be underestimated. It once outlasted a prime minister after all.
The Old Hairdresser’s, Friday 28 March. 

Peter Rethinasamay
Fuksheet. The fuksheet is the sail on a boat. And you attach it to the fukmast. The editor of this magazine will probably not want to use this as they will think I am swearing, but I am not: it’s an actual word. My funniest word. Come to my show please and we will have a fucking good time.
The Old Hairdresser’s, Saturday 29 March.

Tickets for all shows available from the Glasgow International Comedy Festival site; main picture: Troy Edige.