What is bump? BB dun hurt me dun hurt me no more

A bump is a -gets sniped-

If someone thinks a post is worth reading for whatever reason they reply with a "bump" to bump it back to the top of the forum so it doesn't get buried under all the garbage posts.

When you was playing football and ain't realize the street light was on. My mom had one rule for me playing outside growing up. Make sure I was inside before the street light was on or else she would send my ass to the afterlife... I ain't give a -blam!- tho cause I was too real. If 50 cent could get shot 9 times and still live the. I could stay outside and not give a -blam!-, -blam!- die every day b. In playing football with the squad when they all just stop mid game and look at me, I'm sitting there confused as to what's going on till a belt strike down on my calf muscle like thunder, i fell instantly cause sneak attacks do critical damage but I was able to get back up cause I had a few life points remaining and I was a real -blam!- and today wasn't the day I was gon become a bitch. I turn around and see my mom looking like a 2015 top Nfl draft pick. My mom wields a belt like a mortal kombat character so her accuracy was just flawless, she ambidextrous too so she gave her left and right hands a turn slaying my ass. The sound of the belt across my ass was audible and crisp. She didn't do a full follow through making sure that the belt would maximize its sting (excellent grace and technique). She provided enough time for me to gain my breath, very thoughtful and classy. ( all too common mothers whip their children and provide no recovery time and just keep going like a savage.) The recovery time between the slaps lets my mothers victim know just how much she truly cares. They have to know during this tragic time that she still cares. She spoke aggressively mid-slaps ( this helps the slapee know next time not to behave in this manner, that a lesson is being taught, and she is in control.) Her belt strikes were so precise I admired her effort through my tears. After she was done slapping the ash of my cheeks, I walked in the house, steam rising off my ass, friends mourning me, and ate my dinner in silence. I was proud

They're like little hills u see and have to slow down for when u drive