A couple of years ago, I was about
to propose to my girlfriend when my roommate Joe barged into the room from
nowhere, tripped over the glass table and cut his face badly. it totally ruined
the moment. I didn’t know Joe that well, didn't know where he was from, but I
put my plans on hold just to help him through his injuries.
Joe had glass shards in his eye, blinding
him 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 had bonded during his
recuperation time and then eloped together, leaving me behind, without even a
note. I tried tracking them down, but to no avail.
So in conclusion, if it hadn't been
for the cotton-eyed 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-eyed Joe?
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