Sewing on a wee button

Angus Broon of Glasgow , Scotland , comes to the little lady of the house
> exclaiming, "Maggie, cud ye be sewin on a wee button that's come off of ma
> fly? I canna button ma troosers."
>
> "Och Angus, I've got ma hands in the sink, go up the stairs and see if Mrs.
> MacDonald could be helpin ye with it."
>
> About 5 minutes later, there's a terrible crash, a bang, a bit of Yelling
> and the sound of a body falling down the stairs.
>
> Walking back in the door with a black eye and a bloody nose comes Angus.
> Maggie looks at him and says, "My god Angus, what happened tae ye? Did you
> ask her up the stairs like I told you?"
>
> "Aye," says Angus. "I asked her to sew on the wee button, an she did,
> everything was goin' fine but when she bent doon to bite off the wee thread,
> Mr MacDonald walked in."

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