this is a wug.: Back when I was a young boy, a new kid came to my small town here in...
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Back when I was a young boy, a new kid came to my small town here in the South. I knew how much it sucked to be the new guy around, so I hung out with him and we became fast friends. We did everything together; growing up in such a small town, everyone knew me and Joe were inseparable.
Adolescence was a bit of a trying time for our friendship, though. We both were so similar that we always liked the same girls. Well, actually he was a little less judicious than I. Everyone said it was just his nature — he cottoned on to just about anyone, and they gave him a funny nickname to match his nature. Honestly, I didn’t really mind, but he sure did take just about any chance I had at getting a girl.
One day, though, all of a sudden, he just up and left. The last I heard is that he was going back to where he was born, but he never told me where that was in our many years of friendship. Funny enough, I met my future wife about a week after he was gone.
I guess if it hadn’t been for Cotton-Eyed Joe, I’d’ve been married a long time ago. But where did he come from, where did he go? Where did he come from, that Cotton-Eyed Joe?