Amy Winehouse not completely looking like Death

Amy Winehouse is out of the mash unit and it looks like her stay did some good. For once she doesn't look like warmed over shit in make-up. I'm not saying I'd want to "hit that," but if it were suggested, I wouldn't dead try to threaten


copyrights:cite this source synonym collection v1.1copyright © 2008 by lexico publishing group my own penis. And rhetoric of male genitalia, scope out this excerpt from the latest Rolling Stone. Writer Claire Hoffman sat outside Amy Winehouse's box and found herself invited in by Beehive Typhoid Mary:

"I'm on a strict put-weight-on diet. I love food. I'm just stressed out." She returns from the kitchen with an oozing white-bread-and-banana sandwich, on which she sprinkles potato chips. She hands Nicole her laptop, which is caked in fingerprints and smudges, and asks her to show me the photographs of Winehouse and her husband making out, the two of them mugging for the camera like Mickey and Mallory, passing pills to each other with their tongues. Winehouse gets up for more food. Nicole continues the slide show, and suddenly the screen flashes Winehouse's blurry face, taken from above with a phone in one hand and a gigantic penis in her mouth.

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