A couple of years ago, one night

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?