Some years ago, I fired off a brief shoutout to booze-swilling, whore-banging superspy Sterling Archer, the dysfunctional lacrosse-playing preppie superbrat lead of the ligne claire F/X adult cartoon series that bears his name. Well, seven years later, I’m still laughing. Sterling’s eased off the whores, more’s the pity, but he can still chug Harvey’s Bristol…
