I dunno. Maybe that’s a euphemism for chamber pot.
Ohh! I just saw this one in the local weekly. An old “shuddered” city building is going to be reopened soon.
When did “need to be” become a necessary part of verbs? Can’t we just skip straight to the verb? Using your last line as an example, wouldn’t it be more efficient to say, “Why have people stopped using an -ed ending?”
As an editor, I go around lopping out “need to” from every sentence I see it in. 90% of the time it’s not… needed. 
Or “viola” (when you are not referrig to the instrument).
As I’ve said on SDMB several times in the past, “ect.” makes me extrememly stabby.
Pouring that oil all over those documents can’t be good for them, no matter what time of day it is. Especially if it’s burning.
I suppose that could be more of a brain fart misspelling, rather than ignorance. I’ve been told “Good mourning” by email. Thanks; I’ll just sit here and sob quietly, then.
Don’t forget the La Brea Tar Pits, which translates to “the the tar tar pits”.
“I received the merchant dice I ordered.”
Oops! Just noticed I made a boo-boo in my last post. In my defense, I don’t do that consistently! 
Once, in a Parisian hotel, I shared breakfast with a family of stereotypical Texans. The father would show up in total Texas drag (including spurs), and got the waiter’s attention by bellowing "Parlay-voo, boy, parlay-voo!!!
Not sure whether it was a mangling of language or of cuisine.
In an Italian-themed restaurant, so-called bruschetta which was hiding under a mountain of chopped-up tomato. You couldn’t see any bread until you’d laddled a bunch of tomato off it. I wanted toast with oil and garlic with maybe some chopped tomato, I got a ton of tomato with an itty bit of bread (garlic, what is this thing?). It was like the bastard child of bruschetta, pa amb tomàquet and an explosion in a tomato field. And the tomato was just chopped up, there was nothing to compose it with 
The book I’m currently reading includes a reference to a “principle investigator” in the acknowledgements. Maybe the physicist in question is in the Ethics Committee, but I doubt it.
“Well, I would of gone out, but…” is a pet peeve. You “would have gone out…”
I’m also not a big fan of “alot,” as in “I like alot of mustard on my hamburger.” It’s two words: “a lot.”
The strangest I ever heard though was when I overheard a conversation in a coffee shop. One guy was telling another about a car he was thinking of buying. He called it a “Chris-ler” instead of a “Kry-zler.” (It was a Chrysler, as you may have guessed.) His friend must have been too polite to correct him.
I don’t recall where I read it but someone was writing about legendary jazz cornetist Bix Beiderbecke and seriously called him Big Spider Beck.
I worked with a woman who had three teenaged kids and one had gotten into such trouble that she(coworker) and her husband had to take parenting classes. (As part of the charges being dropped, maybe? The whole thing was a mishmash and I never did understand the whole story.)
So she came into work and we were talking about it: what she’d learned in the classes.
"Well, they’re telling me no matter how angry I get–I have to stay the three C’s-- Calm. Cool. and COLLECTIVE.*
Me, mentally: “Sooooo…ride a tractor and farm for the common good…?”
Of course, it’s collected and I didn’t have the heart correct her. It was really a dark part in her life and I didn’t want to be the asshole.
BUT (b/c I am an asshole) when I do get upset with The Fella, I do say “Look, I’m trying to be ‘calm cool and collective’ and you are pissing me off!”
*Bolding mine.
I wonder if you’re referring to something that happened on the Steve Allen Show. He used to start his show by introducing himself using someone else’s name, and on this particular episode, he was laughing, then had the cue card brought to him. He showed the audience where it said Big Spider Beck. My mother had to explain to me who Bix was and why Steve was cracking up.
I saw an ad recently for a ‘leaf letter’. Repeated several times in the advert.
While I have come across plant rental businesses, I had no idea they got that specific.
The ‘ortonamus* worker wanted’ ad was my favourite though.
Or the one specifying ‘Computer illiterate worker’. I actually applied for that, and pointed out the typo; they did change it, and sent a grateful reply, but I didn’t get any further with it.
*I may have got the spelling slightly wrong, but I remember it started with an ‘o’ and looked like a dinosaur.)
A friend of mine told of being asked, “Can you tell us how to get to the Champ de Sleazy?”
Richard Lederer’s classic
The World According to Student Bloopers
I was reading some restaurant reviews today. It seems that people now get “compted” for meals. :rolleyes:
“Rick O’Shay”
ricochet.
You mean the Chi-hoo-ah-hoo-ah? (Yes, I know how to say it. But "chi-hoo-ah-hoo-ah is fun to say and it makes my kids roll their eyes. 
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I’ve got one patient who is quite smart and sort of educated, but not quite either as smart or educated as he thinks he is. I often have to work to keep a straight face as he talks about how he just needs a pancreatitis transplant, but his doctor won’t order the testes to get him one. (So close…and yet so far!)
Flustrated
Pitchers (photographs)