The iceman bumpeth.
The bumpman always rings twice.
To thine own bump be true.
Threads that go bump in the night.
It was a dark and bumpy night.
It was the best of bumps, it was the worst of bumps…
In a hole in the ground there bumped a hobbit.
I will not eat this oatmeal lump,
I will not eat it, Sam-I-Bump.
We have nothing to bump but bumping itself.
Awwww. A Bump for the well wishers.
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Bumpin’ bless you, bumpin’ Beck.
Seconded! And thus, bumped.
Stone walls do not a prison bump.
Razors pain you,
The river’s a dump,
Acids stain you,
And drugs say “chump.”
Guns aren’t lawful,
Nooses slump,
Gas smells awful.
You might as well bump.
– After Dorothy Parker’s “Resume.”
Bravo, Spoons! I always bumpin’ loved that poem.
Thanks, Panache. She’s one of my favourites, and I own a few of her first editions, one (Death and Taxes) actually signed by her, and with marginalia by her. Hey, try this:
I like to have a martini,
Two at the very most.
After three I’m under the table,
After four I’m under my–umm, bump.
That was a bumpin’ “host” of humor.
Hey, Beck!
If we’re doing first lines: The bump was on fire and it wasn’t my fault.
So bump, bump
I’ll make this thread jump.
Right to the top
I won’t ever stop
Giving this thread a bump.
You good Dopers
Never let me slump.
This will be the thread that I’ll bump.
This will be the thread that I’ll bump.
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were bumping thirteen.