I love this piece by Jack Winter, and finally remembered to look for it online after reading Re-Moval on 0format.com. Mister Mahoney has uncovered some real words, uncommonly used, while the other piece is chock full of invalid root words.
oh, the fun...

How I Met My Wife
By Jack Winter, The New Yorker, 7/25/94

It had been a rough day, so when I walked into the party I was very chalant, despite my efforts to appear gruntled and consolate.
I was furling my wieldy umbrella for the coat check when I saw her standing alone in a corner. She was a descript person, a woman in a state of total array. Her hair was kempt, her clothing shevelled, and she moved in a gainly way.  more