A couple of years ago, one night,
I was about to propose to my girlfriend when my roommate Joseph barged into the room out of nowhere, tripped and fell over, breaking a glass table with his face.
Totally ruined the mood.
Now, I didn’t know Joseph THAT well, don’t even remember where he was from, but let’ just say I put my plans on hold to help him through his injuries.
Joseph had gotten a big glass shard in his eye, making him completely blind in that eye.
He was walking around with one of those cotton pads on his eye for a couple of months.
Then suddenly, he disappeared, along with my girlfriend .
Apparently they’d bonded during the time after his injuries, and eloped together, left me behind without as much as a note.
I tried to track them down, but never could.
In conclusion, 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?