Wherefor art thou Swade?

Hello, it's Swade. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

Ok ok - it's biron and that was a cheap shot. Had this been an actual Swade post, you'd undoubtedly be spinning around trying to figure out wtf he's saying in just the first sentence, "Hello, it's Swade."

I keeed, I keeed.

I actually haven't heard from ole Swade since he switched jobs and we last argued over his big words, my cursing and Teebee's trail of tits 'n ass. But I mean, all I was trying to say was that next time, in promulgating your esoteric cogitations, or articulating your superficial sentimentalities and amicable, philosophical or psychological observations, beware of platitudinous ponderosity. Let your conversational communications possess a clarified conciseness, a compacted comprehensibleness, coalescent consistency, and a concatenated cogency. Eschew all conglomerations of flatulent garrulity, jejune babblement, and asinine affectations.

Let your extemporaneous descantings and unpremeditated expatiations have intelligibility and veracious vivacity, without rodomontade or thrasonical bombast. Sedulously avoid all polysyllabic profundity, pompous prolixity, psittaceous vacuity ventriloquial verbosity, and vaniloquent vapidity. Shun double-entendres, prurient jocosity, and pestiferous profanity, obscurant or apparent!!

You know, quit using big fuckin' words!