Strangely akin to 'morphed' in that the most regular and mild-mannered individual can, in the space of a few hours, turn into a rabid, dribbling fiend, screaming obscenities willy-nilly, controlled by the strings of Arthur Guinness. The act of spending an evening in the company of Vince Murphy of Rathmines. Yeehaw.
"Mattress was locked the other night, man."
"Yeh, he was completely fragonned and controlled by strings."
"Exceedingly Murphed. Oh no, he's coming over..."
"Can ye not do that somewhere else..?"
Hell. Basically just the absolute worst place for a person to live. Surrounding towns and areas have elevated temperature due to their closeness to this god-forsaken podunk town.