The Nutsack is his masterpiece.

What subculture is evinced by Ike’s clothes and his shtick, by the
Non-Semitic contours of his nose and his dick, by the feral fatalism
of all his loony tics – like the petit-mal fluttering of his long-
lashed lids and the Mussolini torticollis of his Schick-nicked
neck, and the staring and the glaring and daring and the…

The Sugar Frosted Nutsack is his masterpiece. If you have not followed him past his 90s material, do yourself a favor…