Pete Doherty, quit Bogart-ing all the Winehouse. Jerk.
Either I’m hallucinating from the bottle of Benadryl I just downed (stupid allergies) or God really hates my eyes – with a vengeance generally reserved for Revelations. These are pics of Amy Winehouse and Pete Doherty sharing a creepy-ass kiss at a party she threw last night. I gotta admit, partying with Amy Winehouse would be off the chain gang. I mean, you know you’re going to see a human corpse by the end of the night. And I’m not just talking about Amy.
Thanks to Hattie who’s a Hottie Boom-Blattie.