Was it really in a slump,
From those afraid to bump?
I’ll make a bump,
Let’s clean this place,
It’s a dump…
We gotta bump out of this place,
If it’s the last thing we ever do.
We gotta bump out of this place,
'Cause bumpers, there’s better life for me and you…
Come on, let’s bump again,
Like we did last summer!
Yeaaah, let’s bump again,
Like we did last year!
Will there ever be a Don’t Bump This Thread! II, I wonder?
It’s a bumpin’ possibility.
“Don’t Bump This Thread, Part II: The Reckoning.”
Wait, wait!! I’m not done Bumping part 1, yet!
I think we’ll be bumping here for a while yet.
Where have all the good bumps gone
And where are all the gods?
“You can’t handle the bumps!”
An early Sunday morning bump.
… long time passing?
Where have all the good bumps gone,
Long time ago?
Where have all the good bumps gone?
Gone to old threads, every one.
When will they ever learn,
When will they ever learn?
How many roads must a man bump down . . . ?
Saturday I told someone “Shit doesn’t happen. Life happens and sometimes life is bumpy.” Yes, she slipped and fell and has a bruised knee, but that’s a bump in the road of life.
As a folksinger, Mel Brooks sang, “21 men fell down and hurt their knees.” They tripped on a bump in unison.
*Before you can call him a man?
How many bumps must a white dove endure
Before she sleeps in the sand?
How many times must the cannon bumps fly
Before they’re forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is bumpin’ in the wind,
The answer is bumpin’ in the wind.
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We should search through this thread and develop some bumper stickers.
Do you want to search through this entire bumpin’ thread?
Anybody remember that game show called “Bumper Stumpers”?