Language kills

I have, in the past been, accused of floccinaucinhilipilfication. I am no doubt guilty as charged, however I see no value in knowing this.
I have however never been accused of being erinaceous, unless of course it was in a nuliustertian sense,  in which case I've forgotten about it.
Neither have I succumbed to tyrotoxism as today's qualtagh had supposed. His nifty footwork would suggest tarantism runs in his family and that he was not the xylopolist I had taken him to be. His rather jumentous odour was in no way a pleasant experience on my post jentacular stroll.