A hump night BUMP
An after-midnight bump
A pre-midnight bump here.
An early morning bump
An I-hate-snow bump.
Got everything nicely cleared yesterday, and then an overnight snowfall meant I had to do it all over again. Grrr!
Bumped to interject a little reality.
The performer is quite talented; I’ll give him that. And the jokes he’s worked into his routine are funny.
But that spoon that he’s showing in his left hand would break in less than a minute, if he was playing it. The one is his right hand is good and solid, and I can tell you exactly what it is: teakwood. I’ve got two sets just like that.
With my teakwood spoons, I think I could give that guy a run for his money.
Spoons, this is the perfect time to make that video. I’d watch it.
This as an “I thought yesterday was Tuesday” bump.
I never know what bumpin’ day it is.
I’m starting to lose track of which bumpin’ day it is too.
Could be bumpin’ senility on my part.
I’ve decided it don’t matter what day I’m bumping. They all bump together, anywhoo.
(:))
I bumpin’ agree.
Yep, they’re bumpin’ together.
Bumping along, singing a song, on the bottom of the beautiful, briny . . . .
Bump for Saturday night.
Bump for Sunday morning.
Lazy morning bump.
Sunday afternoon bump.
A sunny Sunday evening bump.
Early Monday morning bump.