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>Be 21
>Girlfriend's 19
>Been dating for months now
>This guy named Joe comes out of fucking nowhere into my life
>He's my new coworker at my company
>Find out he has no money, no place of residence.
>Moved here for the job and can no longer afford his hotel
>Decide to open up to him
>Keep him in my apartment for weeks
>Bro is pretty cool
>We play the vidya, drinks beers, watch football
>This continues for months
>Afterwards, find out girlfriend is pregnant
>By all tradition, I have to marry her now.
>One night, eating out at dinner with girlfriend
>Joe stayed late at the office for some overtime
>I pop the question to my wife
>She admits she was raped by Joe and the baby isn't mine
>She isn't ready to make a commitment after being violated
>Go home in a fucking rage.
>Throw out all Joe's shit
>Gonna fucking kill Joe when he gets home.
>Joe gets home about 1 a.m.
>As soon as he opens the door, I fucking punch him in his bastard face
>Eye swells up like a ball of cotton
>He takes a swing at me, I Dodge and sweep his leg
>He falls down
>Go to my room, Grab my handgun out of drawer
>Joe jumps in his car and fucking hightails it out of there
>I haven't seen or heard from him since
>On the phone a month later with my brother
>Asks why I've been so depressed
>I tell him that if it hadn't been for cotton-eye Joe
>I'd been married a long time ago
>Where did you come from, where did you go--
>Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?
>Girlfriend's 19
>Been dating for months now
>This guy named Joe comes out of fucking nowhere into my life
>He's my new coworker at my company
>Find out he has no money, no place of residence.
>Moved here for the job and can no longer afford his hotel
>Decide to open up to him
>Keep him in my apartment for weeks
>Bro is pretty cool
>We play the vidya, drinks beers, watch football
>This continues for months
>Afterwards, find out girlfriend is pregnant
>By all tradition, I have to marry her now.
>One night, eating out at dinner with girlfriend
>Joe stayed late at the office for some overtime
>I pop the question to my wife
>She admits she was raped by Joe and the baby isn't mine
>She isn't ready to make a commitment after being violated
>Go home in a fucking rage.
>Throw out all Joe's shit
>Gonna fucking kill Joe when he gets home.
>Joe gets home about 1 a.m.
>As soon as he opens the door, I fucking punch him in his bastard face
>Eye swells up like a ball of cotton
>He takes a swing at me, I Dodge and sweep his leg
>He falls down
>Go to my room, Grab my handgun out of drawer
>Joe jumps in his car and fucking hightails it out of there
>I haven't seen or heard from him since
>On the phone a month later with my brother
>Asks why I've been so depressed
>I tell him that if it hadn't been for cotton-eye Joe
>I'd been married a long time ago
>Where did you come from, where did you go--
>Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?
