But I bottled it.
Row, row, row your boat, Underneath the stream, Haha, fooled you all, I’m a submarine.
Quoth the raven, “Never moor.”
Icy dead people.
Dad: *Getting into row boat* "either oar"
To the tune of Row row row your boat.Roll roll roll your eyes because you are a teen. Your Mother and Father are very dumb and you know everything.
Driving into work, we see a vehicle with stickers for oars/boats on it placed in a horizontal manner.
Wife: "Looks like that guy likes to row."
Me: "Huh. I prefer columns myself."
Wife: (groan) "So, you like to column?"
Me: "Yeah, on the phone. I leave a message if I can't get a hold of 'em."
Wife: (GROAN) "You're the worst...but I love you."
I'm on the rowing team at my university and the chancellor (a clergyman, no less) came down to the boathouse to check out a new boat named after him.
As we were all introducing ourselves and shaking hands, the chancellor said that he liked my hair. I said "Thanks! I grew it myself."
You could hear the groans for miles.
Dad: I can row a boat. Canoe?
So my dad rows with a senior Coast Guard crew team racing long boats against other senior teams. I asked him where they race; his response...."on water usually"
We walked into a furniture store and my dad found these row boat paddle wall decorations. He looked at me and said "Hey Mike. Which one looks better? This one 'oar' this one?"
