A duck, a goose, and Jesus walk into a bar. They walked through a pond, a lake, and a river to get here. Who pours a drink first?

I circle without moving I can be skipped, but not by everyone I'm carved in snow and pressed in wax I've carried names, storms, and secrets and when you follow me too long, you might forget where you started

I am sometimes in a room, but I am not supposed to be there. You might avoid talking about me.

It's what your partner does when she catches you cheating. It's what a tree needs to keep on breathing.

My first three letters, the carrier of ink. I am black and white, waddling on the rink.