Periodically folks like me find things that strike our funny bones. Now I realize that my sense of humor lies somewhere between a 7th grade boy’s and someone slightly disturbed, but I try to not look at that as a major character flaw. In fact, back when I has a high school English teacher, it added some necessary comedic relief. Need a reference point to flesh that out? How about, never say “tongue-in-cheek” in a room of 9th graders. Or, when using a personal anecdote to illustrate a point, keep in mind that “thongs” mean something a wee bit different to today’s youth than back in the 70s. Of course, I was always the one laughing the hardest over such conversational mishaps. You would be amazed at my lack of decorum whenever somebody had the bean and cheese burrito for lunch. (Why would school cafeterias do such a thing????)
So you can probably image how much mirth I find in typographical errors. Specifically ones about missive boobs. It is amazing how many folks hit this site by searching for “missive boobs” – which I’m thinking are supposed to be “massive boobs.” You know, I’m not really sure I’m doing much for those lonely folks.