Where’s the bump? Oh, here it is. Comere boy.
Bumpin’ back in here.
Bump! Bump, bump, bump.
An end-of-the-weekend bump.
(not that it matters anymore)
A Monday morning bump.
Bumping and watching silent movies. A peaceful bumping treat.
Cat is back by my bumpin’ feet.
My cats are napping. At last.
Oh, and bump.
A quiet Tuesday bump.
Bumped to state that it’s a quiet evening here.
Bumping in to say hello.
Back to work tomorrow. Bump.
Sun’s coming up later every day. Bump.
And setting later. How can I get in 18 holes after work now?
Bump.
No, it’s setting earlier. Only enough time to get in 17 bumpin’ holes.
D’oh! You’re correct of course. Must have bumped my head to make that error.
Bump.
Another bump.
And an aftershock bump. It happens.
Bumpity bump