ｄｏｎｔ　ｔａｌｋｉｎｇ　ｐｌｅａｓｅ ( ☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ) ☞




I was about to propose to my girlfriend when my roommate 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, making him completely blind in that eye. He was walking around with one of those big 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, and eloped together, 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 been married long time ago
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?




>Be me
>Ugly and balding scot
>Swiping through tinder
>Get first match in months
>Fat black sheboon with almost cute face
>Begs me to go on a date with her
>Fantasize about cute black gf
>Choose McDonald's car date because I'm poor
>Negress shows up
>gap tooth
>Fat pot belly
>Dark as shét
>Chipped blue nail polish
>Flip Flops
>Yoga pants
>Saggy tits
>welfare queen
>As I listen nag about ghetto negress boshit I begin to realize this is the best it's gonna get for me
> I start crying
>"Baby, Is you okay?"
>Desperate for even a shred of nurturing I cry into her lap.
>We go back to my shétty studio in the hood and have unprotected sex
>Wake up in the morning refreshed that I had sex and emotionally bonded with someone, even if it was a négger
>Feeling like a king check tinder matches and decide to thank her for last night
>She unmatched me
>Message her on FB
>Get Ghosted