He has good days and bad ones and good weeks and bad weeks.”
So some weeks he’s sober and some weeks he’s drunk.
I think tattoo ink does some thing to your brain.
“So some weeks hes sober and some weeks hes drunk.”
I’d claim drunken stupor, too, if some left wing, castrated, screeching, falsetto feminist judge claimed I owed my ex $50,000 a week.
I’m not a particular fan of Rodman, but I sure as hell can feel his pain.
Can you image if a link between tattoo ink and cancer were found? We might see a whole generation die off.