Bumptastic, man!
Oooo! Modern day curses. I like those.
Warning: The next poster’s fingers will produce an aura that makes them unable to be detected by touch screens.
One of the medications that they tried on my migraines had the listed possible side effect: “May experience a false sense of wellbeing.” I’m sure that means something specific, but it still boggles me.
I’ll take one for the team. Besides, I use a stylus on the touch screen of my phone anyway. Bump.
Warning: The next poster will experience a strong urge to binge-watch Gilligan’s Island.
How did you bumpin’ know that?
It’s the aura on my fingertips. I’ve found that they help me see … things.
Bump.
I’ve got aura on my fingers
And bumps on my toes
Friday Bump!
That’s one way to beat these walkin’ woes:
Aura fingers and bumps on my toes.
Early Saturday morning bump.
Another early Saturday morning bump.
A pumpkin bumpkin.
Early autumn Saturday bump.
An “it looks like it might rain today” bump.
Nice.
I’ll add a boo-bump.
Scary bump!
The father of the next poster will get a chancre on his nose.
Don’t do it. It’s not worth it!
My father has been dead for some years now. He’s not about to be bothered by a chancre. Bump.
A bump for all dead fathers.
Just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean it isn’t there. But out of respect for Canadian Thanksgiving, I will change it into a succotash.
How would that work when my father was cremated?
Bump.