“I keep my love in the trunk. And I drive slowly over speed bumps, so she doesn’t bump her head around.”
“I’m just like this speed bump in the middle, slowing everyone down because I keep fucking up.”
“THAT WASN'T A SPEED BUMP!!!”
“Potholes and bumps? Welcome to the world. Every road gas them. They're there to be navigated, avoided, driven over, or through to the other side. Don't keep driving into the pothole.”
“If you keep looking at your feet you will bump your head. If you keep your eyes to the horizon you will eventually learn to not trip over.”
“Are you alright?""No, I bumped my head." Rubbing the spot, I looked dazedly around the bare hallway. "What did I bang it on?" I demanded ungrammatically. "My head." he said, rather grumpily, I thought.”