As Twitter brand trolling goes, give me the good-natured ribbing of John Moe's years-long "war" with Bounty paper towels any day.

Just keep bringing Shirley Temple back.

Nice catch, blanco nino!

It never occurred to me before, but his show would indeed be right at home on Al's channel. I bet Mr. Andre would love to be told that.

Also, what little we get to hear of his house band sounds to be decidedly on the avant-jazz tip.

Just being aware of the existence of his fake George Clooney feels like I'm abetting a vague but unmistakably heinous crime.

Big enough piece of cake?

Eric Andre talking about Lou Reed. Dammit, AV Club, you've been turning me off lately, but you know just how to pull me back in.

I'd call it more oaty than anything.

I saw Ringo Starr tell the Taste of Minnesota crowd that it was great to be back in Milwaukee. There was confused murmuring and a few boos but I don't recall any applause.

When I was a kid, all of my Scandinavian-American relatives in Minnesota told Norwegian jokes (even though most of them were at least a quarter Norwegian). It wasn't until middle school that I learned Polish jokes were even a thing. I might even even have learned it from Raising Arizona, now that I think of it.

Which of course flashed me to maybe my favorite Archer insult: "Shut your dick holster!"

I listened to Lou Reed.

Oh man, you missed all the highlights of the Kahn era! Like, um… that one time Oleksiy Pecherov had a pretty good game against Boston!

I do love Dante, though. He was a stalwart last year when everyone was on the ropes, and I love seeing him square up for his near-automatic 18-foot jumpers.

The toughest part for Packer fans will be holding off on eating their standard 10am 5-pound block of cheese until game time.

As much as I like Adelman and am happy to have him here, I've never liked his handling of Williams. Even after Love went down for the second time last year, it seemed like Williams was getting minutes only because they had no other options. He's had some great offensive performances for them, but it feels like he's…

Yeah, I don't know what kind of weirdo cloister this dude is coming from, but it doesn't vaguely resemble the Minnesota I've inhabited for most of my adult life. Heck, the Fringe Festival alone…

I love you.

Maybe five years ago, but now the universal scapegoat is David Kahn, and deservedly so.