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- Sythe Gold
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So, I'm 20 and my girlfriend's 19, we've been dating for months now. And all of a sudden this guy named Joe comes out of nowhere into my life (he's my new co-worker at my company). Pretty soon I find out he has no money, no place of residence. Basically he moved here for the job and can no longer afford his hotel. So, being the nice guy that I am, I decide to open up to him. I keep him in my apartment for weeks, bro is pretty cool. We play the vidya, drinks beers, watch football, it's good times. This continues for several months.
Afterwards, I find out my girlfriend is pregnant, so by all tradition, I have to marry her now. One night, I'm eating out at dinner with her. Joe had decided to stay at the office late for some overtime. I pop the question to my girlfriend. And then here comes a revelation out of nowhere. She admits she was raped by Joe and the baby isn't mine. She says she isn't ready to make a commitment any more after being violated. You can imagine this makes me mad. I go home in a wild rage. I throw out all of Joe's stuff, and I am gonna kill him when he gets home. He finally come back at about 1AM maybe. And as soon as he opens the door, I punch him in his bastard face. His eye swells up like a boll of cotton. He swings at me, but I dodge and sweep his leg, causing him to fall down. I am in a giant rage now. I go to the kitchen, grab the meatcleaver out of the drawer, and go back to confront Joe. He jumps in his car and hightails it out of there. I haven't seen or heard from him since.
So anyway, I'm on the phone a month later with my brother, and he finally asks why I've been so depressed. I tell him that if it hadn't been from 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?
Afterwards, I find out my girlfriend is pregnant, so by all tradition, I have to marry her now. One night, I'm eating out at dinner with her. Joe had decided to stay at the office late for some overtime. I pop the question to my girlfriend. And then here comes a revelation out of nowhere. She admits she was raped by Joe and the baby isn't mine. She says she isn't ready to make a commitment any more after being violated. You can imagine this makes me mad. I go home in a wild rage. I throw out all of Joe's stuff, and I am gonna kill him when he gets home. He finally come back at about 1AM maybe. And as soon as he opens the door, I punch him in his bastard face. His eye swells up like a boll of cotton. He swings at me, but I dodge and sweep his leg, causing him to fall down. I am in a giant rage now. I go to the kitchen, grab the meatcleaver out of the drawer, and go back to confront Joe. He jumps in his car and hightails it out of there. I haven't seen or heard from him since.
So anyway, I'm on the phone a month later with my brother, and he finally asks why I've been so depressed. I tell him that if it hadn't been from 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?
