A bump because it’s been a while.
Bumpin’ along on a hump night.
Thursday freakin’ bump, baby.
I had to turn on the bumpin’ heat this morning. In August!
We’re still dealing with bumpin’ heat.
Yeah, panache45, come on over here to Boston and bump some of our heat back to your place.
TGI bumpin’ F!
Just bumpin’ along here.
Feeling a little fuzzy.
Bump. Bump. Bump.
Nicely done, Yllaria!
Bump.
Hey, me bumpin’ too!
Bumpin’ right back atcha.
Saturday afternoon bump.
Paying my bumpin’ property taxes.
Bumpin’ taxes!
No taxes. So glad I did them early. My kids said I shouldn’t do it with paper, but the return came soon enough.
Bump.
Hope your taxes go well, Spoons.
They’re done, and they went okay, I guess.
Bump.
A Monday evening bump.
Let’s bump then, you and I,
While the evening is spread across the sky,
Like a patient etherized upon a table…
The Bump Song of J. Alfred Prufrock