That would be “favorite”
Least favourite thing we yanks get completely wrong
British accents when quoting Monty Python
least favorite experience with your feet
Does breaking my ankle count? If not, then getting a hawthorn spike in the bottom of my foot, and having a reaction to it, that got all red and puffy and painful, to the point that I was worried I had a serious infection. I lanced it, and TMI ALERT: large amount of pus oozed out. Then the tip of the now blackened spike poked out. Pulled it out with tweezers, slathered wound with a mixture of hydrocortisone and triple antibiotic creme, bandaged it like a mummy, took two Benadryl, and said I would see a doctor if it wasn’t better the next day. It was tons better the next day. I hope I don’t need to explain why this is my least favorite.
Your least favorite appliance.
Curling iron. I have no hair long enough to curl. And the wife leaves it in the sink.
Least favorite wife/husband/bf/gf/roommate quirk that you are forced to live with.
English is only her fourth best language, but I can’t fault her for that – I can’t speak any of her first three at all.
Least favorite thing you have to do before going to bed
No, but I’m glad you did. I just knew you’d have a good story for my entry.
Pee while stoned
least favorite product placement
Volvos They appear in every movie, along with a funeral, rain, and vomit.
Least favorite salad green.
Spinach. Loathe the stuff, esp. when cooked.
Least fave hangover (again, gory details desired)
Back when I was living in a rooming house at NCSU. My suitemates called me to come pick them up from a keg party, and I was already drunk and shouldn’t have been driving. When I arrived, they stole the keg. I couldn’t remember how to get back and wound up driving the wrong way on a one-way street. We finally found the house, set up the keg and sucked it down. When the keg ran dry, we drank out of the tub that contained the keg’s spillovers. My suitemates got in a fight and one of them tried to hit the other with a bottle of dishwashing liquid and hit the floor instead. We slipped in the suds and knocked the tub beer over. Beer and soap suds covered the entire kitchen and all I could do was laugh like an idiot. Before going to bed, I ate a peanut butter sandwich and later threw it up outside the door. The next morning, my suitemates hammered on the door and screamed BEER FOR BREAKFAST! I couldn’t move and wouldn’t answer because I was massively hung over. They wouldn’t go away. They tried to pick the lock to my door and couldn’t. I heard one of them say “What if he’s dead, man? What if he choked on his vomit or something?” They considered calling the cops, but instead they tried to call the fourth suitemate who was spending the weekend with his girlfriend Sally, but they couldn’t remember her name. One of them said “What’s the name of Ed’s girlfriend, Vickie something? Vickie… Vickie…” The other one replied “Vickie suckie dickie?” That got me laughing, but I still couldn’t get up.
I finally got up after a couple of hours. The suitemates were in the kitchen, drinking what was left in the tub. “We thought you were dead, man.” I said “I was, got better,” Later, “Vickie suckie dickie” became our inside joke whenever we got alcoholic.
to continue the grossness, Least favorite bathroom experience
I had snapped off my left wrist, and was wearing a cast from my upper arm to my fingers, keeping my left arm permanently bent at the elbow. Not wanting to go out in the March winds, I scrambled up some eggs. Eggs that I had bought for my Xmas B-day.
The eggs had gone bad, and I got food poisoning. If you’ve never spent a night puking your guts out while wearing a cast on your arm, be grateful.
Least favorite popular author?
James Patterson, because of his annoying TV ads. I’ve never read his books, but my son sorta kinda likes some of his juvenile books-- or did-- he’s growing into more adult-type stuff now. He’s a week and a half from 11 and just discovered Stephen Jay Gould. And he started reading his father’s sci-fi last year.
Least favorite message board that you have actually posted to.
Bone the Fish. The quasi-replacement for Jump the Shark, it quickly became a haven for right-wing nuts: any liberally-themed or leaning concept or release will get tons of “Day One” votes and mindless vitriol in the comments.
Least fave anti-virus software that you’ve personally used.
McAfee. Viruses eat it for a snack.
Least favorite religious service you’ve attended.
Catholic funeral. It’s hours of OCD-driven simon says and the only winner was the dead guy.
Least favorite song you hear at EVERY wedding.
“Dodi Li.” Even had it at my wedding, because everyone expects it. Some people even think you aren’t legally married until it’s sung. Still don’t particularly care for it-- don’t hate it, mind you, but it’s definitely my least favorite.
Least Favorite prayer, hymn, or the like.
“God Bless America”. Blatant violation of church-and-state.
Least favorite ring tone
The T-mobile sound. I don’t need to be advertised at every time you get a text.
Least favorite fungus
The one that caused a particularly stubborn vaginal yeast infection, dammit.
Least favorite bacterium.
The 50-trillion or so that comprise most of the biomass of the tweeting potus.
Least favorite human-generated noise.
The lip smacking/chewing sound while eating. Ugh. Close your god damn mouth!
Least favorite inlet