A couple years ago, one night, I was about to propose to my girlfriend when my room mate, 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, I don’t even remember where he was from, but I put my plans on hold to help him through his injuries.
Joseph had gotten a big glas shard in his eye, making him completely blind on that eye. He had to walk around with one of those cotton pads on his eye for a couple months. Then he suddenly disapeared one night, along with my girlfriend.
Apparently they had bonded during the time after his injuries and ran away together without even leaving a note behind for me. I tried to track them down but I never found them.
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?