Thinking of starting a joke of the week section, here goes nothing i guess.
Back when I was in college, I had this roommate. Joe was his name. He kept to himself mostly, we didn't talk much. Even the basic stuff like what his major was, where he was from, what he wanted to do, never really came up. Now around this same time, I had a girlfriend. We were getting pretty serious, and I was getting ready to propose to her. One night, the two of us were at my place. It was getting pretty late, maybe around 11. We were watching a movie, enjoying our quiet evening, when out of the blue, Joe comes in completely drunk. He made a bunch of noise stumbling around for a little while, before he fell face first into our glass coffee table, shattering the thing. Once he got up, we noticed his eye was bleeding. I tried to call the ambulance, but he begged me not to. I suspected he may have been doing drugs as well. In any case, my girlfriend went into nurse mode and started helping him out. She stopped the bleeding and bandaged him up with some cotton balls and tape. She sat with him for a while while he fell asleep, then she came back and we finished the movie.
After that night, her and I started to grow distant. She wanted to go out less and less, we didn't talk as much any more, and she was less and less affectionate. Pretty soon, she broke up with me. I was heartbroken, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't expect it. Around that same time, Joe moved out. In classic Joe style, he didn't tell me where he was going or anything. I didn't think much of it, but it's always annoying to have to find a new roommate. A couple years went by, and that brings us to about 3 weeks ago. I was scrolling through Instagram and I came across the account of an old friend from college. I guess he kept up with Joe, because there was a picture of the two of them at Joe's wedding. I scrolled through the pictures, and wouldn't you know it, he was getting married to my ex girlfriend from all those years ago.
So, In conclusion, if it hadn't been for 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?