The double-digit doggies.
We all know I don’t like the number 11.
It’s stupidly verbose. It’s the smallest positive integer requiring three syllables.
It’s prime. Try to share it with 2, 3, 4, or 5 people. Someone is going to get jipped.
If you take one away, you’re left with a game of hang man [ 1 _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ]. I’m still bummed about killing that man in third grade.