Move over Clay Aiken, 'cause Wahoo just might be the next American Idol! I was singing 96 Degrees in the Shade to my cat, and she was swooning like she was on a catnip high or something. I never knew I had so much musical talent.
All I heard was "shade" and thought you meant "shades" and began to think about the club in Ocho Rios. Speaking of which I really want a refund seeing as how they wanted $$ and I ended up paying them less than the local rate and I never did get to see the 3 legged midget work his magic on the women.