I went away, but instead found this:

Once upon an aetataureate delusion we all celebrated a certain matriotic holiday. Actually, had we done so this year, it would have fallen on the preantepenultimate day, but I digress. I recall fondly one such day when Pfranz, who tends toward being quite the perpilocutionist, was heard to utter the following effutiation, "dames maritorious ne'er were meritorious." Wordwind, who should have been practicing piano, but who is also a practicing misodoctakleidist, chose this moment to practice an act of adfenestration, through the open window, after which she commented upon the contravivulating nature of the dialectic of the room. We all laughed out loud.