Just had a guy round to do some decorating, he used to be an airline pilot until this pandemic and lost his job. I went to check on his work, the bedroom and kitchen were ok but his landing was brilliant.
One night a couple of years ago, I was about to propose to my girlfriend when a guy I know a bit, Joseph barged into the room out of nowhere, tripped and fell over, breaking a glass table with his face. Totally ruined the mood. Now I don't know Joseph that well, don't even remember where he was from, but let's say I put my plans on hold to help him through his injuries.
Joseph had gotten a big glass shard in his eye, blinding him in it. He was walking around with one of those cotton pads on his eye for a couple of months. Then suddenly he disappeared - along with my girlfriend. Apparently they'd 'bonded' during the time after his injuries, eloping together and leaving me behind without as much as a note. I tried to track them down but never could.
In conclusion, if it hadn't been for cotton eye 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 eye Joe?