Good afternoon, everybody. Today, I’d like to discuss the source of a lot of childhood trauma for a LOT of kids from my generation.
So, do you remember reading this book as a kid?

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Among the many slightly creepy not-entirely-appropriate-for-kids stories in the book was one called “The Green Ribbon” about a girl named Jenny with a ribbon around her neck.

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Jenny was ALWAYS wearing that ribbon around her neck. Some dude named Alfred even asks her what the deal is.

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But Jenny never gave a straight answer to that question. Hell, Alfred even MARRIED HER and she still didn’t say anything about it.

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They grow old together and Jenny gets sick. As she’s on her deathbed, she FINALLY tells him why she always wore that ribbon…
… Because she’s a fre*kIN’ ZOMBIE whose head woulda fallen off without that ribbon!!!!

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WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTT!!!!?????!!!???
Seriously, Jenny, WTF?!?

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I suppose the clues were there. She was super pale…

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Still, “You’re a decapitated zombie” is hardly anyone’s first guess. Jenny unties her ribbon..

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And I sh^t you not, her head FALLS ON THE FLOOR.

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This story had me suspiciously side-eyeing girls who wore chokers for years.

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And seriously, Alfred, my man, how do you not ask more questions? He’s just over here like:
“Seems legit.”

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In conclusion, this book thoroughly f*cked us all up as kids.