All right here we go..
I've been with my g/f for a few years now, everything was great, super happy, and loving life. One day this guy named Joe comes out of f***ing nowhere into my life, he's a new coworker at my job. I soon find out he has no money, nor a place of residence, he moved here for the job and can no longer afford the hotel where he was staying. So, I decide to open up to him, and have him stay in my apartment for a few weeks. Bro is pretty cool, we play vidya games, drink beers, watch football, all that good stuff. This ends up going on for a few months.Then, I find out my g/f is pregnant..
By all tradition, I have to marry her now. So one night when Joe stayed late at the shop for some overtime, I decided to take the g/f out for nice dinner. I popped the question. She then proceeds to openly admit she was raped by Joe and the baby isn't mine, she says she isn't ready to make a commitment after being violated. So I go home in a f***ing rage, and throw out all Joe's s**t. I'm gonna f***ing kill Joe when he gets home. 1am, and still in a state of pure fury, I hear Joe pulling in. As soon as Joe opens the door, I f***ing punch him in his bastard face! His eye swells up like a boll of cotton! He swings at me, I dodge and sweep his leg, and he goes down. In a giant f***ing rage now, I go to my room and grab my Glock out of my drawer. Go back to take care of Joe, and see him jumping in his car! He hightails it out of there. I haven't seen or heard from him since. So, I was 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 for cotton-eye Joe, I'd been married long time 'go. Where did you come from, where did you go? Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?
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Originally Posted by Katman
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