It hasn’t happened yet, but I’m waiting for the moment that I start to use “bumping” as a pejorative in real life.
Not worth losing my bumping job over a bumping customer.
That was accidental, I’m sure, but for real bumping bump heads, just go to a discount or dollar store, those seem to attract bumphole motherbumpers like a magnet.
Bumping Monday!
Oh yeah, another bumpin’ Monday. Already.
It’s just another bumpin’ Monday,
I wish it was Sunday,
‘Cause that’s my fun day,
My I don’t have to run day,
It’s just another bumpin’ Monday.
An early Monday evening bump.
And I bump
Oh my god, do I bump
I bump all the time
In this institution
Just saw the local weather forecast on the TV news. It going to be bumpin’ cold this coming week!
That’s bumped up, man.
Bumpin’ A
Yeah. As I type this, it is currently minus-26C, or minus-14F. I had to go out and shovel the snow today, and I didn’t enjoy it (well, I never enjoy shovelling snow anyway). The cold was bitter.
Oh, and bump.
More bumpin’ rain here. I swear I saw animals lined up on the street, two by two.
Wait, didn’t god promise not to bumping do that again?
I work in an upscale discount store. Even if it was an accident, it was still bumping wrong. And it bumping hurt.
And yes, I’ve had my run ins (sometimes bumping literally) with bumphole motherbumpers.
Just bumping in to say: Hope your hand is feeling better, Annie.
It’s just a bump to the left
And then a step to the riiiiiiiight.
With your hands on your hips
You bump your knees in tiiiiiiight.
But it’s the pelvic bump,
That really drives you insaaane.
Let’s do the Time Bump again!