bahh bahh went the black sheep i wonder where the line is from. a story or poem perhapskljdf sobbing satire of a secluded sissy steaming stack of sordid salt god, im getting sick. coughcough sick. i hate the 's' word now. -- to someone: there once was a boy he rented out a canoe he praticed his mad skills everyday after school and he would come back home and be whipped within an inch of his sorry life big poppa, screaming momma i dont know where im going with this. my throat is a crackwhore haha. i called TOM a slut and my friend misunderstands me. i guess its the whole point of the silent treatment, misunderstanding and distance, again! a word is a word is a word. interpret it anyway you want, if you think it applies to you?! i still love you anyway.