I’m looking forward to NFL playoff games on Sunday. There’s going to be a lot of bumping on those football fields.
Not as bumpin’ hard as it looks.
That’s what she bumping said.
A bump for a winter’s night.
Bumping family came for supper.
Mr.Wrekker is out bumping in a boat frog gigging.
Beck, I had to Google frog gigging, and watched a couple of videos. I hope none of those frogs wore a bumpin’ top hat and cane and sang “Hello, my baby.”
Couldn’t be. That was Michigan J. Frog, not Arkansas J. Frog.
Oh, and bump.
They are Bumping frogs legs, Tonite. I am not gonna be eating that. :eek:
Peanut butter sammich is cool with me.
Feeling a little under the weather, but still able to bump.
Hope you feel better bumpin’ soon, EH!
I’ve eaten bumpin’ frog legs, Beck. They’re like slightly gamey chicken.
But I got them in a more civilized manner, in restaurants.
It’s 32, in the bumping house. Might even be below that, the bumping thermostat doesn’t go below 32. But I’m dressed in layers and got the space heater going, bumping the temp in this little room up to the 40s.
Sounds like what we had last winter, in the bumpin’ “polar vortex.” The bumpin’ furnace couldn’t keep up.
“Polar vortex?” Welcome to my nightmare.
It’s been between -20C and -30C all this week in my locale.
Oh, and bump.
It was bumping a balmy 67°F here today. I bumped around outside for awhile with the puppers.
(Panache from all accounts the frogs legs were good and chicken-y. Personally, I like my chicken to be…umm…well really chicken!)
More bumpin’ lake effect snow here.
Bumpin’ good mornin’ y’all.
Good afternoon, bumpers.
A bumping bit, thanks, Spoons!