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>Me 46
>Girlfriend’s 39
>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 wife
>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 boll of cotton
>He swings at me
>Dodge and sweep his leg
>He falls down
>In a giant fucking rage now
>Go to my room, grab my handgun out of my drawer
>Go back to confront Joe
>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
>He finally 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?

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>Me 46

>Girlfriend’s 39

>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 wife

>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 boll of cotton

>He swings at me

>Dodge and sweep his leg

>He falls down

>In a giant fucking rage now

>Go to my room, grab my handgun out of my drawer

>Go back to confront Joe

>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

>He finally 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?

Quoted:
>Me 46
>Girlfriend’s 39
>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 wife
>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 boll of cotton
>He swings at me
>Dodge and sweep his leg
>He falls down
>In a giant fucking rage now
>Go to my room, grab my handgun out of my drawer
>Go back to confront Joe
>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
>He finally 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?

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I'd watch it

Quoted:
>Me 46
>Girlfriend’s 39
>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 wife
>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 boll of cotton
>He swings at me
>Dodge and sweep his leg
>He falls down
>In a giant fucking rage now
>Go to my room, grab my handgun out of my drawer
>Go back to confront Joe
>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
>He finally 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?