“I’m hungover”
- Lame
- Big deal
- Get off the couch
“The gods have punished me for my indulgences”
- Oh damn
- That sounds serious
- Shall I prepare a healing poultice?
The thing about romanticizing sitcom friend group hangouts (Eric’s basement, Central Perk) is that they don’t exist anymore. The epicenter of friendship is no longer physical, it’s in your groupchat called “cunty little babies 👶🏼” or something like that
“Men used to go to war” “men were sent to hunt and provide” please know that no matter what time period, I never would have done that shit. I would’ve been in the town square calling myself a philosopher saying “well… some things ARE and some things are NOT”