THE ROGET'S DISEASE ONLINE SUPPORT GROUP

LogorrheaBoy: Greetings and salutations, fellow circumlocutors, euphemists and spouters of orotund fustian.
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Tobermory: Felicitations, Logorrhea Boy. It has been a diuturnity since you last adorned our pleonastic sodality. I hope you are in gladsome fettle?
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LogorrheaBoy: Alas and alack, you find me somewhat Acherontic at the present juncture. Today I became embroiled in a dispiriting contretemps at my place of employment. You are cognizant that I am a sub-editor on the Walthamstow Gazette - a position that is handsomely remunerated, but one which is becoming increasingly onerous as the symptoms of our shared affliction manifest themselves. Today my editor upbraided me for the superfluous ornateness of my prose, opining that my headline, 'Indigenous demoiselle is triumphant in natatorial tourney' might more fittingly have been rendered, 'Local girl wins swimming contest.' I have had several such lapses in recent days and he was most intemperate in his language, calling down numerous imprecations upon my head and casting aspersions upon my sobriety, my sanity, and indeed my ancestry.
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Tobermory: The egregious dunderhead! Well-acquainted as I am with your not incombustible temperament, I feel quite sanguine in my expectation that you in your turn favoured this apothegmatic bigot with some choice animadversions.
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LogorrheaBoy: Your confidence is not misplaced. I called him a stercorarious despot with the ratiocinative powers of a peccary. I was careful to do so, however, only after he had made his egress from my chamber.
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Tobermory: I am revolving on the floor cachinnating so immoderately my hindquarters are becoming detached.
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MikeK: Hello logomaniacs. How's it going?
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Tobermory: Our animal spirits are at an apogee, MikeK.
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LogorrheaBoy: Kudos to you, MikeK, your symptoms do not seem so pronounced today.
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MikeK Yeah, well, I felt a bit sesquipedalian this morning, and I came over all periphrastic after lunch, but I do seem to be making progress.
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NeroWolfe: Pfui.
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MikeK: And it's all thanks to you, my support group friends, chums, compadres, droogs, homies, bruderbund, posse, confidantes, mates, muckers, bumboys
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NeroWolfe: This is sheer flummery. MikeK is not a Roget's sufferer. He is a support group tourist after the manner of the protagonist of Fight Club. I have suspected it for some time. I tracked him after he left here last night and watched him indulging in labchezia at the Tourette's Syndrome Support Group
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Tobermory: Is this veracious MikeK?
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LogorrheaBoy: This is in an inexpiable dissemblement!
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MikeK: No! Honest! I swear! I mean, I absolutely reject and rapscalliate this vermicious slanderation.
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NeroWolfe: That is not correct usage. Your claim is a taradiddle.
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MikeK: I'm for real! Listen: analgesic syllogism psychotomimetic frottage chiaroscuro furtwangler vorpable callanetics heuristic gruttocks
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NeroWolfe: You are a coxcomb and a popinjay. I am not judging you, merely classifying you.
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LogorrheaBoy: Decamp precipitately, you cozening malefactor!
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MikeK: What?
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Tobermory: You are persona non grata, you paltering reprobate!
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MikeK: I'm sorry, did you say something then?
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LogorrheaBoy: This nescient mooncalf is deriding our pathological logomancy!
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MikeK: Speak English, boy
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Tobermory: You contumate larrikin!
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MikeK: Did you just say something nice to me? Thanks
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LogorrheaBoy: You perfidious spalpeen!
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MikeK: Sorry, didn't quite follow that?
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Tobermory: Unregenerate kobold! Noxious morpion!
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MikeK: Thanks, I just had one
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NeroWolfe: You are a hebephrenic witling.
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MikeK: Que?


Acherontic - gloomy, down in the dumps
apothegmatic - concise, pithy, terse
stercorarious - composed of dung
cachinnating - laughing
labchezia - therapeutic swearing, apparently
hebephrenic - given to adolescent silliness
look the rest up for yourself, for heaven's sake


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