The walking disaster that is Amy Winehouse showed up to have breakfast with Kelly Osbourne and her pug. I am pretty sure that in all the years of seeing drug laden rock stars coming over with Ozzy, that Amy pretty much takes the cake. Look at the poor pug, I think it probably thinks they intend to sacrifice it and wrap it’s remains in a McDonald’s Breakfast Burrito.
I would like to touch Amy Winehouse just to prove to myself that her pulse is beating. I just can’t imagine that her flesh is any warmer than a seal’s coat. Is she a walking miracle? A testament to all dead creatures that a second chance may well be in the cards?
What breakfast could she possibly be up for? A meth buffet? I mean, druggies really don’t eat very much.
Here are a few more shots of the living dead.
