Sol got gaslit so crazy lmao she got baited into that straw picking argument over the pies and it invalidated everything else she had to say that night
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
the whole concept of jury duty is wild actually. why is this person's whole life dependent on 12 strangers who were specifically selected because they don't know shit seems precarious idk idk