Big old bam, you slim slim slamma. Jumping Junipers. Spling the splung dungus. Dip on the dip thang. Mamo jams. Serdy berdy derds. Miggity mung. Krungada doots. Scrammage. Skootings. Slibby slib slabs. Goontzer. Fungaloids. Bippers. Bip bip la rue. Bamage. Sody sunga munga doots. Doots, I doose you.
I’m the SECOND best writer ever (lame pun intended), here’s proof.
Willingly workingly, wistfully wastefully,
waffling worriedly, whimpering wantonly,
hurriedly harrying, tittering tarrying,
toiling tirelessly, troubling terrifically,
gamboling gallantly, gorgeously galloping,
knavishly nannying, nervously stammering,
stupidly sleepily, damnably dallying
desperately deterring, willingly working.
No, I think you just surpassed me.
No no, I think the lame pun damns me. And my post is still the second 
haha, okay, have it your way. But I was really looking to dump the responsibility over to you. Heavy is the head that wears the crown.