edith zimmerman

The girl with just a head and no body had no problem meeting guys. Everywhere she went on her special rolling cart, guys were always flirting with her and trying to buy her drinks, and she almost always said yes. She needed only the smallest bit of alcohol to get drunk, though, so she wore a special headband that had a tablespoon attached to it, and when she went on dates, she’d tell guys, “I’m only allowed to have this much tonight,” and when she’d say “this” she’d look down and indicate the tablespoon with her eyes. And the guys would be like, “All right,” and they’d use it to feed her just enough of whatever she wanted. But then things would always be going so well that eventually she’d say, “Oh, just this once because I’m having so much fun—give me another tablespoon.” And the guys would be like, “Are you sure?” and she’d be like “Of course!” And so they’d give her another tablespoon, but she’d immediately throw it up because there’s only so much space at the back of her throat for alcohol to pool, and she’d have already filled it up the first time. And then the guys would say, “Oh my god, are you okay?” and she’d take a moment to lick her lips off and clean herself up a bit, and then she’d say, “I always forg-head about that part!”

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