| Angus Broon of Glasgow comes to the
little lady of the house exclaiming, "Maggie, cud ya be sewin on a wee button that's
come off of me fly? I can't button me pants." "Oh Angus, I've got me hands in the dishpan, go up the stairs and see if
Mrs. MacDonald could be helpin ya with it."
About 5 minutes later, there's a terrible crash, a bang, a bit of yelling and the sound of
a body falling doon the stairs. Walking back in the door with a blackened eye and a bloody
nose comes Angus.
The little lady looks at him and says, "My god, what
happened to ya? Did you ask her 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." |
