Thursday, August 16, 2007

She said NO! NO! NO!

That little wino, Amy Winehouse, is out of rehab after only a week. The not-being-able-to-drink must have pushed her over the edge. Rehab is so boring without a little cocktail after dinner. Or before breakfast.

I think that husband of hers is shady. What does he do for a living? Mix her drinks? Buy her heroin from the young boy down the street from their flat? Is it Hugh Grant? He's not young, but he seems to be done with Hollywood and might need a new career. Didn't he recently throw something at paparazzi? I think it was soup in a baggie. Yeah, he's lost it.

The beauty of Amy busting out of rehab is that she went straight to a bar. It's love, folks! When you can't stand to be separated from booze and run to the nearest pub to grab a pint, it's good ole' fashioned head-over-heels love. So sweet.

If only she could run into a dentist while on her binge. Girlfriend needs new teeth.

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