"All words are made up. That's what words are for."
And there I thought words were for conveying what it was intended should be conveyed, in a way which could be comprehended by the reader/auditor and with as little ambiguity as possible.
(Don't mind me, I've made a life-long study of language at several levels. There are some times I am more astounded by truly weird misapprehensions than at other times, is all. Or as CaraDuneRedux so sensibly expressed it, "fizzywig".)
So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage leaf, to make an apple pie; and at the same time a great she-bear coming up the street, pops its head into the shop. 'What! no soap?' So he died, and she very imprudently married the barber; and there were present the Picninnies, and the Joblillies, and the Garyulies, and the grand Panjandrum himself, with the little round button at top; and they all fell to playing the game of catch as catch can, till the gunpowder ran out at the heels of their boots. (Samuel Foote, January 1720 – 21 October 1777, making fun of Charles Macklin)