Amy Winehouse Spits At Fans And Photogs

Speaking of spitting mules

Amy Crackhouse got all dressed up and groomed for a jail house visit to her husband/fellow heroin pumper, Blake last Tuesday and photogs pretty much snapped photos of the day in life of what a strung out pop star does. Not only did she stay in the same clothes all day but crawled under a fence in the rain, appeared for an impromptu club performance, went for a late-night dinner, finally to a late late night 5 a.m. convenience store stop then to conclude the night, she hocked up a loogie and launched it to her fans and remaining paparazzi's. Wow, I'm spent!

Troubled Amy Winehouse continued her erratic nocturnal antics for the fourth consecutive night, roaming around London's Soho until 5am with a mystery white powder smeared across her nostrils.

The Rehab star, whose behavior has become increasingly troubling in recent times, played a secret gig at the Jazz After Dark club in Greek Street.

An onlooker said: "She seemed to be having trouble working out the music. She was going back and forth, sorting out the arrangements before singing for about 15 minutes."

She then went to Balans restaurant in Old Compton Street, where she stayed until the early morning.

Wearing the same clothes from a day earlier, she again stopped off at a local store for a quick sugar fix, but that's were the sweetness ended - as she emerged, she spat at a waiting pack of photographers and fans.

Now that, is a hell of a catch! Why couldn't I marry her? I mean if I was a man... I'd rather stick my penis in a garbage disposer, than have it anywhere near that womans crusty vag. She probably stashes her drugs in that twat.

Go take a long nap, eat some fruit and call Maury Povich so he can get one of them boot camp guys to hell at you.