When I was 5 or 6 years old, my great-grandmother (she was my other mother while Mom worked 3 jobs) would be channel surfing in the evening and find PBS, stopping right there. What was on? Benny Hill.
Because that's exactly what a 5 or 6 year old should be watching. Benny "women running around in their underwear" Hill.
Of course I had to share a picture of him in drag.
That was the start of my obsession with British TV/humor. Faulty Towers, Are You Being Served?, and Monty Python all came in line after that. Combine that with musicals from the 1940s and 1950s, Danny Kaye and Donald O'Connor, you can imagine where the hilarity went from there.
That dry and sarcastic tone is built into me, which I've learned since leaving Chicago, doesn't always go over well in small-town Michigan.
But Family Guy sure as hell does.