Quoth the raven, “Never moor.”
But I bottled it.
Icy dead people.
Row, row, row your boat, Underneath the stream, Haha, fooled you all, I’m a submarine.
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.
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.
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."
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?"
