Momma Mia, such a bumpy meatball…
“I can’t believe I bumped the whooooole thing!”
Told ya: call me Bumpy.
You’re looking really bumpy today, Mrs. Cleaver.
Ward, I think you were a little bumpy on the Beaver last night.
I think I’m a bumper. But I’m not *the *Bumper.
Oh, “Bumpy”. That’s what he calls ya when he can’t remember your name.
Don’t bump this thread with no big, fat woman.
“What is it, Lassie?, Bumpy is in the well?”
Bump me up, Scotty.
The game’s a’bump.
“We shall bump on the beaches, we shall bump on the landing grounds, we shall bump in the fields and in the streets, we shall bump in the hills; we shall never surrender…”
‘Never…was so much bumped by so many to so few.’
And the Allies bumped Hitler’s ass!
He’s bumped, Jim.
I think OJ is going to find the real bumper.
I’m a bumper, not a doctor!
As God is my witness, I thought bumpers could fly.
Bump me up, Scotty.
Would you believe that this forum is surrounded by well-equipped Marines? No? Then would you believe it is surrounded by Boy Scouts, each armed with a slingshot? No? Then would you believe it is a small, insignicant bump?
Flawlessly, logically bumped.