That might not even be a typo.
Bra. Vo.
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There’s this religious retreat - or something, I don’t know what it is exactly - called The Grotto, and it’s in a not-so-nice part of town. About a mile away is a road sign: “The Grotto —>”
A few years ago, someone altered the sign, so that it said “The Ghetto —>”. It stayed that way for months.
I once posted a George-from-Seinfeld-inspired thread. A typo made it say: “I just ate a clock of cheese the size of a car battery!”
And I emailed my new ladyfriend the other day, inadvertantly asking: “Did you enjoy hosing your guests?”
Today’s Lafayette Journal and Courier food section contains an article about a new Indian (as in from India) fast-food restaurant in town. On the front page of the paper, however, is a “What’s inside” teaser which implores the reader to “[c]heck out Shaukin for the ‘hot dogs and hamburgers of Indiana cuisine.’” Since I am in Indiana, I can assure you that such dishes as Papdi Chaat and samosas aren’t as familiar to most of this state’s denizens as are frankfurters and Big Macs…
When I was living in Japan, at a particular store in Harajuku that had labeled its clothing sections in English, they managed to get “shirts” right on every sign but one, which read:
Wool Shits
When I was growin up every morning my school bus would pass a certain subdivision. There was a brick wall at the entrance to the subdivision with big block letters bolted on to the brick spelling the name of the subdivision WINTER PARK PINES.
Every now and again some pranksters would reverse the I and the E in PINES.
Penis ensued.
Eventually they removed the letters and just painted the name on the brick.
It must really hurt to apply the notary seal!
I once worked on a contract at the Department of Housing and Urban Development. A colleague once caught a document they were working on, JUST before it went to the client, that discussed Pubic Housing.
“Open Monday Thur Saturday.” is a bit different than “Open Monday Thru Saturday”.
I’ve shared this before.
I once worked as a proofreader for a savings & loan. A typo that I nearly (nearly and deliberately) allowed out the door was a salutation:
I was emailing my professor and wrote “please excuse my excessive abscesses.” Caught the typo before sending the email though. 
A note I left for my mother, written in panic read: “I’ve taken Dad to the hospital. He’s not had another heart attack, but the doctor recommends it.”
I was thrilled to receive my new business cards years ago. I’d given many out before someone noticed I was a “Pubic Relations Officer”. Twenty-four and kinda hot - it took me a while to match up the lewd offers with the typo on my business card.
Another reason “thru” and “donut” should be banned. BANNED!!!
Although, if the typo was “Thur”, it’s not like you’ll show up on a day they’re not open. Three days will just be busier than the others.
I shared this one last year when it happened but it bears repeating.
A student entered a poem for the school literary mag. It was supposed to read
God saw she was getting tired
and a cure was not to be
So he put his arms around her
and whispered “Come With Me”.
That’s not how it appeared in print.
It also makes the next line particularly hysterical.
Worst thing of all: it turned out to be plagiarized from a sympathy card! (We had to take an X-acto knife to every copy of the journal; luckily there was nothing on the other side.)
:dubious: How do you get “anus” from “arms”? They’ve only got one letter in common.
But they have four “humps” (heh) between the a and the s. Some folks make all humps the same shape, up into a point and back down. Cursive versions of anus and arms could look very similar.
Although, the typist/typesetter might have paused a moment to think.
:smack: Er, make that two letters.