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When you get right down to it, I don't guess there is too much difference in malapropism and a colloquialism. They perhaps are at least first cousins.
Now you take the word TARE. Colocalized: "We aint'tare yet." (arrived)
Malaprops are words that seem to jump the track, but maybe come close to correct... but not quite.  Even the educated succumb at times. Once one of my doctors told me he was "Val-Victorian of his high school class. (Valedictorian)
Juberious: At ole mule is plumb juberious about his head and ears. (Dubious)
Facefomest: One of my granddads used that a lot, "After his fourth large bowlful Lester fainted and fell facefomost into his chicken and dumplings.
Gladrags: "If you'll feed the chickens I'll slop the ole sow.  We'll wear our glad rags tonight. (best clothes)
Thar-Thar: If someone starts to warm up your coffee and overfills, you holler thar-thar. ( that means woe)
Swee-tater: There was sister Sally settin on a rail, swee-tater in her hand and a possum by the tail.(sweet potatoes- C or M take your pick)
"How old is Veechel?  Well, Veechel's ny-eighty. (Biblical near)
Growing up, my mother Gladys used o mop our sore throats with iodine (ouch). Some folks called it ideen back then. This malapropism is perhaps from the Old English Cockney lingo.
So is fount perhaps: "Our mare fount a colt."
CAM: Two drops of Ideen in a glass of well water Cams like the hands of the Lord.
Soffagus: Malaprop for window soffit
Historectum: Female surgery (Malaprops removal of the female reproductive organs Hysterectomy.
Sick as he aneemus: Cycle Cell anemia
One old fella said he had the Iwo Jima. (emphysema)
Our pastor is smart.  He 's been to the seminar.
Our daughter is only eleven, and she is already wearin a trainin Brar.
This year we are planning a vacation trip to Asprin, Colorado.
This heavy snow caused our carporch to fall in.
Em ole cows were brushed up in a little scope of trees.  However, Copse is the correct word here.But scope is easier to get your tongue around.
I 'll grab my saddle horn and blow.  Which makes me think.  The last time I rode horseback I knew it was time for me to hang up my spurs.  I got on the horse ok, but he began running like the wind.  I was not ready for that, and I fell off.  To make matters worse, I hung a foot in the stirrup.  I thought I was a goner.  I would have been too; thankfully the manager of the Wal-Mart store saw the fix I was in; He ran out front, grabbed the cord and pulled the plug!
Kindest regards...