The Blog Bog Witch

Random tik toker on my fyp:

ME BEFORE LOOKING UP LEMON FACE MAN: 😜

ME AFTER LOOKING UP LEMON FACE MAN: 😰

Urban dictionary:

Somebody once toldeth me the w'rld is gonna rolleth me

i ain't the sharpest tool in the did shed

the lady wast looking kind of dumb with h'r fing'r and h'r thumb

in the shapeth of an "l" on h'r f'rehead

well, the years starteth coming and those gents stand not ho coming

did feed to the rules and i hitteth the did grind running

didn't maketh senseth not to liveth f'r excit'ment

thy brain becomes cunning but thy headeth becomes foolish

so much to doth, so much to seeth

so what doth be wrong with taking the backeth streets?

thee'll nev'r knoweth if 't be true thee wend not (go!)

thee'll nev'r shineth if 't be true thee gloweth not

ho, anon, thou art an all-star, receiveth thy competition on, wend playeth

ho, anon, thou art a rocketh star, receiveth the showeth on, receiveth hath paid

and all yond glitt'rs is gold

only shooting stars breaketh the mold

t's a merit lodging and those gents sayeth t gets bitter cold'r

thou art bundl'd up anon waiteth 'til thee receiveth fusty'r

but the mete'r sir begeth to diff'r

judging by the hole in the satellite picture

the ice we skate is getting quaint thin

the wat'r's getting warmeth so thee might as well swimeth

mine own w'rld's on fireth. What regarding thine?

yond's the way i liketh t and i'll nev'r receiveth b'r'd

ho, anon, thou art an all-star, receiveth thy competition on, wend playeth

ho, anon, thou art a rocketh star, receiveth the showeth on, receiveth hath paid

and all yond glitt'rs is gold

only shooting stars breaketh the mold

wend f'r the moon

wend f'r the moon

wend f'r the moon

wend f'r the moon

ho, anon, thou art an all-star, receiveth thy competition on, wend playeth

ho, anon, thou art a rocketh star, receiveth the showeth on, receiveth hath paid

and all yond glitt'rs is gold

only shooting stars

somebody once hath asked couldst i spareth some changeth f'r gas

i needeth to receiveth myself hence from this lodging

i hath said yep, quite the concept

i couldst useth a dram fuel myself

and we couldst all useth a dram changeth

well, the years starteth coming and those gents stand not ho coming

did feed to the rules and i hitteth the did grind running

didn't maketh senseth not to liveth f'r excit'ment

thy brain becomes cunning but thy headeth becomes foolish

so much to doth, so much to seeth

so what's wrong with taking the backeth streets?

thee'll nev'r knoweth if 't be true thee wend not

thee'll nev'r shineth if 't be true thee gloweth not

ho, anon, thou art an all-star, receiveth thy competition on, wend playeth

ho, anon, thou art a rocketh star, receiveth the showeth on, receiveth hath paid

and all yond glitt'rs is gold

only shooting stars breaketh the mold

and all yond glitt'rs is gold