I Relish Sparring Repartee of Clever Quips

I relish sparring repartee of clever quips... Particularly, when voicing and/or writing bon mots doth betake chuckling clownlike me rumbled stilled skin, and e'en rouses this mummified corpse (asleep for bajillion years) among sleepers awake, where mine inside belly doth pleasantly ache jollity the best medicine most thus spoke Zarathustra, asper nonpareil persona American radio broadcaster Doctor Demento would attest, one need not buy, nor spend real or "FAKE" money, yet brilliant come back (as averred by unnamed modest chap) sweeter than New York cheesecake moist definitely more delectable than grubstake jamming gobstopper with yodels, ring dings, or mouth size edible chocolate candied drake, a propensity for parrying thrusts humorously recently adopted, though occasionally embarrass self, and perhaps I might momentarily even forsake such wordplay, but honing humorous turns of phrases come roaring back to partake, and appease simple pleasure inexplicably to satiate passion with English Language and slake unquenchable thirst experiencing euphoria, vis a vis yours truly melding, jump/kick starting, forging, distilling reasonable rhyme (albeit short lived) giddy as if I won sweepstake this newfound affinity with whittling words manifested during opaque throes of fatherhood, when ceaseless parental demands sought fast break from learning to accommodate lest stressful overwhelming anguish found me undertake king oft times frazzled state, where among great anonymous dead poets society, posthumous renown would be small consolation for widowed missus, whose then two little girls, (now grown to womanhood) would inconsolably shake for ever and anon drowning their sweet sorrows, where profuse tears engender lachrymose lake.