my drink of choice is rum neat, what do I care about mimosas. enjoy eating your beverages

blocked, reported. mimosas are the hangover-brunch staple, like if you’d said ‘oh but bloody mary’s’ i might be willing to concede the point, but. c’mon. mimosas are great. i love bourbon, yeah, but there’s a time and a place, and ‘11 am on a Sunday’ is time for embracing yr inner middle-aged mom and going straight for the fresh-squeezed OJ and cheap sparkling wine

I fling a postcard at you to validate your opinions, except for the one re pulpy orange juice

pulpy orange juice is a deal-breaker, sorry. bits or gtfo. i mean, sure, sometimes there are too many bits, but no bits at all?? nope, sorry. have fun with your textureless juice and trash mimosas.

can I love everything about this post

thank you. and of course that’s in a good way - chuck tingle is one of my heroes, i can only dream of reaching the heights of baffling porn that he does. i’m honored to even be mentioned in the same sentence as him.

Happiness Patrol. yes it’s got the weird allsorts villain, but as a piece of anti-Thatcher fiction it’s pretty great. and tbh the weird allsorts villain just adds to its charm + liquid hot candy being used to kill people is frankly terrifying

only caveat i’d note is some groups don’t have the same opportunity to steer hot shows like white dudes have, so you might have valid “how to fix the show” comments from people who have perfectly valid points but no showrunning experience. but i feel you on the “the show was better before the sonic sunglasses” type complaints

fuck no | no thanks | eeeh | not sure | I’d give it a shot | sure why not | omfg yes | there go my pants | holy fuck take me now