Marketing typos: the good bad, the bad, and the ugly
Welcome to this week’s marketing typo blooper reel, friends. Apparently Siri and auto-spell have become my writing partners, as a lot of these real estate advertising gaffes would suggest. I prefer to believe that haste makes waste, and not that stupidity is on the rise… but you be the judge. Thanks to Margaret Goss of Winnetka, IL and Patty DaSilva from Davie, FL for their hilarious MLS blooper finds. Please enjoy:
Some Folks Misfire
“Buyers live to love in this area” (Welcome to The Shady Lady Ranch.)
“Really rice house” (Thank you, Wan Lobe Missin.)
“Big stink in kitch” (Big clump of sh_t on shoe.)
“Register gnome” (That explains the little green pointed hats on the hat rack.)
“We have a professional stagger” (Whispers Aunt Bridey each time Uncle Paddy sets down his Guinness and gets up to pee.)
Some Are Mistaken
“Need new lad?” (Where were you when I needed a prom date?)
“This will be a lucy year” (Said Ricky Ricardo to the winemaker while watching Lucy and Ethel stomp grapes.)
“Leave your cad” (Will I get alimony?)
“Escelent cornet property” (For those who like to toot their own horns.)
“Large colons accent porch” (Yeah, that’s what Mexican food will do for you.)
“Choose pant colors” (House designed by Levi Strauss, I presume?)
Some Are Misinformed
“Multiple aches” (Good reason to date a chiropractor…)
“Crack is foundation” (The small print on the Welcome to Hollywood sign?)
“Large farmers sink” (As do IQ points after the 3rd martini…)
“Ass for don” (Explained Sancho Panza when explaining to the bartender why his companion on the bar stool next to him had hooves.)
And Finally: the Misbegotten
“Start the Newt Year with a bang” (Oozed Newt Gingrich to his wife in an unsuccessful attempt at foreplay.)
That’s it for this week, folks. Remember: spell well and sell!
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