I’m still bumped from it.
Thank you. All this praise is giving me goose bumps.
You bumped up all our spirits with that!
Yes, bumped-up spirits!
A couple of ice cubes bumped in the glass that I planned to pour spirits into.
I’ve already bumped a few into my iced coffee.
Bumped, because … um, well … just bumped.
Is that an excuse for bumping?
An Independence Day bump and a huzzah to all!
Bumped to say Happy Independence Day to our American friends!
Bumped in to say thank-you!
Bumped to say that you’re welcome. Any plans for your long weekend, Beck? Or anybody else?
Not going to my first-cousin, twice-removed 5th Bumpday party today. His bumpday was actually yesterday, the 4th, and yes, he thinks the fireworks are just for him.
Off to Philadelphia to visit the Museum of the American Revolution, Valley Forge and USS Olympia with a friend.
I understand the next Stallone film set in Philadelphia will be Rocky “Bumpy” Balboa.
Stallone is one bumpy actor.
The other day, I bumped into a friend, who can do a perfect Stallone imitation.
I don’t have any friends that bumpy.
No friends that bumpy? How about acquaintances?
I bumped my knee on the corner of a bench. Now I have a bump on it. I’m thorougly bumped off, about it.