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Aside from my paranoia as an adult, my parents’ homophobia is likely the only reason they haven’t figured out I’m bi. Hearing your teenage girl singing the chorus of Spill the Wine as “Do I dig that girl? Heh!” probably should have made them question things. Fortunately, Heiferlump just thinks I’m embarrassing; her reaction to me singing is to roll over, grunt, fart, and go back to sleep with her paws over her nose. Cats don’t let you get a big head.
(Yeah. Almost forty and I just figured out I’ve been singing that wrong all these years. Freud would be clicking his heels with joy over that slip. And almost forty and I only noticed now that autocorrect cut my age the first time. Ugh.)
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With cats, you’re not the master, you’re the VP of chef & housekeeping services (ie litter box).
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I heard it as “Do I dig that girl” too. It wasn’t until a few years ago when I wondered, where does “Spill the Wine” come from, anyway, and I looked up the lyrics that I had an Aha! moment. I think you can guess what I thought he meant by, “Do I take that pearl.”
A mondegreen right up there with “Excuse me while I kiss this guy.”
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