there was the poor old sod of man, who married a pretty young thing.. she helped make ends meet by taking in borders.. all the borders were handsome young men..

himself nearly lost it one day, and told his wife, no more borders..
she replied, "sure, i was only sewing a button on the young man's fly."
'Ah,'himself replied, 'but he had his pants on, and there was no need for you to be cutting the thead with your teeth!'

it doesn't matter which side the buttons are on if you are undressing a women with your eyes! (not that i would ever accuse you of doing that to me, musick!)


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