A couple of years ago, I was about to propose to my girlfriend. As I was just about to get down on one knee, my roommate Joseph drunkenly barged into the room, tripped, going face first **through** the glass coffee table. Totally ruined the mood. It was a weird situation. I really didn't know Joseph that well, I don't even remember where he was from. Regardless, all of my plans were put on hold to get him to the hospital and help him out during his recovery. When Joseph crashed through the coffee table, he got a huge shard of glass in the eye, blinding that eye completely. He was walking around with one of those cotton pads on his eye for a couple months. Then suddenly, he disappeared along with my girlfriend. Apparently they had bonded during the months tending to his injury, and had decided to elope, leaving me behind not even leaving me 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?

Nov 6th, 2023

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