So here’s a true story. Several years back, i was living in an apartment with a roommate, just working and trying to go to college. So one night, (before i knew my wonderful lady love of the present day-obviously) i was just about to propose to my girlfriend at the time. My roommate drunkenly barged into the room from out of nowhere, tripped and fell over, breaking the glass table with his face. Well, it totally ruined the mood. Now i didn’t know Joseph THAT well, don’t even remember where he was from, but let’s say i put my plans on hold to help him through his injuries. Joseph had a shard of glass in his eye, he was nearly blinded in that eye. He was walking around with one of those cotton pads bandaged on his eye for a couple months. Then suddenly, he disappeared, along with my girlfriend. Apparently they’d bonded during the time after his injuries, and eloped together, leaving me behind without so much as a note. i tried to track them down, but never could. Maybe he did me a favor. What i’m trying to say about all this is if it hadn’t been for cotton eye Joe, i’d have been married a long time ago, where did you come from where did you go? Where did you come from cotton eye Joe?

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