Picture this: 1979, Ozzy is in a hotel room, naked except for a top hat, eating a hamburger. That’s where Sharon found him. She was supposed to collect a paycheck, but she walked away with the Prince of Darkness. “I knew he was the one,” Sharon later said, “because he didn’t run away when I yelled at him.” True love is built on mutual tolerance for batsht behavior.
Their first date? Ozzy peed on a carpet to assert dominance. Sharon laughed and handed him a mop. By 1982, she was pregnant, and Ozzy was so high he asked her, “Is that my kid?” She threw a shoe at him. Classic.