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Oh, don't play hide-and-seek with your true intentions, Ricky Coogin.

Jesus, Donald Trump could play Tony Clifton without needing any makeup.

Little wing-ed potato…

In his defense, he thought it was an after dinner drink the first time.

Weirdly, the lady in your avatar looks quite a bit like Trini Alvarado.

I always knew her as John Goodman's tiny wife in "The Babe".

Or Charles Bronson as a mailman. Or a store clerk. Or a mechanic.

It was supposed to….beezy.

Oh, yeah, Plainview is definitely something you put a ring on. I mean, yeah, he's irredeemable and might be Satan himself, but, c'mon. That mustache? Those dimples? That twinkle in his eye when he's deriding his deaf son?

I'm still reeling from the fact that there's a Young Weezy, a Yeezy, and a Young Jeezy. I mean, what the heezy? It's enough to make you queezy. For sheezy.

So I'm not the only one who was like "how you doin?'" when Amsterdam woke up to find Bill the Butcher sitting by his bed, wrapped in a flag, and staring at him?

I'd play, but do you really want to imagine a celebrity harem that includes John C. Reilly and Brendan Gleeson?

@avclub-e3f5ab7f02122f95b801e13e2c586d6a:disqus, there should be.

Are you implying something unseemly is afoot?

You want AV Clubbers to spend New Year's aulding their Dick? That won't be a problem.

Don't forget to put on your fingerless gloves and smash a nerd's carton of milk.

Ah, nuts.

Now youse guys got me all worried about whether or not I talk good and shit. Fuck all y'all.

Maybe transcendent in this instance means groin-grabbingly good.