At the top of my "list of things I hate" are terrorists, people who talk in theaters, and Keeping Up Appearances.
When I was in seventh grade I lived with my dad and my step-mom. It was an overly-religious household (but I won't get into that too much), the TV was rarely on, and when it was, nothing above PG was acceptable. I was surprised they watched the Fresh Prince in the evening, given that my sisters typically enjoyed Veggie Tales and various animated biblical stories. I knew that anything I enjoyed was out of the question. For instance, The Force was too "new age," so Star Wars never flew in that place. Anything with magic was even worse. Because of this, I was forced to watch a lot of stuff I gave absolutely zero shits about. Anne of Green Gables, some stupid Christie series, and every night my step-mom would try to force to to watch "Miss Bucket." Miss fucking Bucket.
"Oh, it's absolutely hilarious. You'll love it! Her last name is Bucket but she pronounces it Bouquet!"
Hardy fucking har.