This is "Bumpy" the Bumplord. He bumps threads, because he sees other people do it. Just formally: BUMP!
I really don't want to do this again... its so pointless... But its what all cool kids do these days... I really miss the old days without bumping...
Just so my bump is not fully useless, here is a poem for you:
oh my sister,
there are 77 dreams
I wrote in a journal
there is a glass of water I left
on some patio
there is a box of wisdom
I buried at a dusty crossroad
there is a beach where you are
I can see you in the waves
the razzle of the sand
like a billion speckled stars
and the horizon—black galaxy
next time I see you
you’ll be tan
like Cary Grant
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