I had that same dream. Only in my dream, the rowboat becomes a 1966 Corvette convertible 4-speed, and instead of doing a load of laundry, the chick dresses up like Little Bo Peep and begs me to spank her with an undercooked lamb chop.
Matthew Wilder, “Break My Stride”
I’ll bite, being that no one else has.
Unfortunately, the only thing I can come up with is that my ex-mother-in-law used to sing “break my spine” in all seriousness.
In which case, the rowboat becomes an ambulance and the chick becomes a leather-wearing nurse.
“You break my stride, I’ll freakin’ kill you, man.”
Matthew Wilder wasn’t all that laid back. He was a real crank-snorting maniac, if you ask me.
Which you didn’t.
But now you know.
As I told Michele (who emailed me that same picture), with that mustache and the blush Wilder looks like the porn version of Pinocchio.