Bumped to say, thanks for cleaning up the thread, Dork!
And all my days are trances,
And all my bumping dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams—
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.
Bumping for a clean thread. (:))
How do I bump thee? Let me count the ways.
I bump thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I bump thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I bump thee freely, as men strive for right.
I bump thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I bump thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I bump thee with a bump I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I bump thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but bump thee better after death.
Bumped to say, nicely done, Panache!
bumpin a fresh drink to panache, on the house, uh, sorry, bout the other one…
Still bumpin’ that cold Dork?
I hate bumpin’ colds.
I haven’t had a cold in decades; just bumpin’ allergies.
I bump up my vitamin C this time of year.
A Saturday morning bump
I think I’m finally on the mend.
This thread however was in serious need of some vitamin bump
A Saturday afternoon bump.
This is the bump that has no end
Yes it goes on and on my friend
Some people started bumping it not knowing what it was
And they’ll continue bumping it forever just because
This is the bump that has no end
Yes it goes on and on my friend
Some people started bumping it not knowing what it was
And they’ll continue bumping it forever just because
This is the bump that has no end
Yes it goes on and on my friend
Some people started bumping it not knowing what it was
And they’ll continue bumping it forever just because
How many times could I repeat this before it becomes intolerable?
Three times ought to do it. Bumpily, in fact.
I found out today that someone who did me dirt had something very nasty happen to them.
Karma’s a bumping bitch, I tells you.
*Oh, my darling,
Bump three times on the ceiling if you want me.
Mm, twice on the pipe if the answer is no.
Oh, my sweetness,
[Bump, bump, bump] means you’ll meet me in the hallway,
Whoa, twice on the pipe [bump, bump] means you ain’t gonna show.*
When I was small, my mother’s sister had a dog named Bumpy. He was a good dog. I haven’t thought of him in a long time.
Bumping in the wee hours.
Bumping to say that I’m still awake in the wee hours.