The family Mottram joins the vacation game which I invented and no one ever thought of before me. Just like wearing Punisher shirts. Now those things come in rhinestoned baby tees.
This one's in the more risque spirit of The John Debella Show, but I have to say that I like "I. Eberg the Salad" almost as much as the condiment in question.
It could have been the early working title for The Wasteland.
Or a Big East point guard.
Or the title of an absolute kickass mix tape.