Marzipan Jones was not fond of responsibility or commitment, as her longest relationship was with her Netflix subscription, and the only thing she was accountable for was making sure she replaced her roommate's cereal after eating it. When her 'perfect' sister asks if she'd be the surrogate for her first child, Marzipan has no choice but to think she's finally lost her mind. Undoubtably, she finds a way to fuck it up, and it all starts with her eclectic neighbor Harry. Boy, does the bird bite and the bee sting.