Garrulous

My flatmate is too garrulous.

Garrulous as he may have been, that old philosopher made some very poignant arguments about economics and society.

Mother and I would ride two streetcars to Shaker Heights, where my garrulous Uncle Robert, taciturn Aunt Edna, and irritable teenage cousin Bob would meet us in their Olds 88.

She lingered for a few moments, and was garrulous over some detail of the household.

Crammed with gossip, anecdotes, and confessions . . ., his garrulous, untidy narratives read like a good novel.