Word Play

Internet Challenge:

Me: Hold my beer thesaurus.

Also me:

Having almost recovered from a nudiustertian jentacular meal that qualified as an absolute floccinaucinihilipilification – the jumentous omelet combining in such a way with the erinaceous profile of the biscuit that I feared I would expire from tyrotoxism – I stepped out onto the front porch and was staggered to find that the qualtagh of the morning would be the reclusive xylopolist who lived down the street, my surprise was compounded by his apparent recovery from a recent bout of tarantism so extreme that he lost the aglets from both shoes.

But, you know, it is what it is.