I own your comment section - redhead

pt 1. +rep sugar daddy. but leave out the daddy and imagine you are in a country bar, the worn wooden doors swings open. In front of you stands a beautiful women who reminds you slightly of your mom. Your mother had passed in the great potato famine. She walks to the bar you are sitting at and asks the bartender for an orange juice. It’s 9am in the morning, you think to yourself, why am I here. The women leans over, her shoulder gently touching your arm. She says “Sugar, mind passing me the sugar”. Your mother used to call you sugar. “Of course, darling”, you respond back, stricken by the similarities. You hand her the sugar. She shakes it onto the table and places her cup on it. You ask her why she had just done such a thing. She says “it’s natures cup holder” with a chuckle. “Keeps the juice from soaking into the counter. And keeps the ants from crawling into my drink”. “What ants?”, you think. You blink.

pt 2- All around you ants are crawling up and down surfaces. You face the lady once again. She is no longer a women but rather a giant cockroach. You blink again. You are being covered in bugs. You are not scared, you are in control. The bugs are crawling into you nose. Your eyes being to tickle, you feel a bug trying to digs its way in. You are no longer in control. You blink again. The bugs are gone. In front of you sits the women. She says “Thank you, Sugar”. Your eyes slump closed and your head passes through the counter. You wake up. It was just a dream, but around you sits millions of dead ants coated in sugar.

I’m thirsty, hit me up ;)

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<3 gave me an over the counter hug today. made me day better <3 +rep my fav old man.