Treacle poisoning.
I’m doin’ alright, good morning, how are you?
Woke up this morbin’
Morbs all around my head
Walked in to eat my breakfast
I had the morbs all in my bread
She must’ve put bacon in the mix.
He shouldn’t be surprised when he finds a horse head in his bed.
Santa Bear should be a fourteen foot tall bear from the early Pleistocene , so he’d have enough lap for this comic exercise.
It’s Morbin’ time for Mona.
I was thinking she could give the gift of her absence. Maybe a week on Skull Island with Mother Gargle.
Bad screen writing and very generous producers.
Before reading the text, I thought it was the Island of Misfit Dog Toys.
It’s actually a kid named Max in animal pajamas.
Treacle poisoning.