
Somebody must have told Amy Winehouse that judges are desperately horny old men who can be mellowed out by the sight of a fleshy bossom. What they forgot to tell her is that skeletal “ladyboys” whose body is like a roach-infested motel with dirty, sperm-laced sheets don’t cut it.
And because Amy and Sexiness were created in two different planets, the judge was left untouched and swiftly scheduled her trial for July (she pleaded not guilty to assaulting a fan last September). And to think poor Amy took 2 whole hours to make herself presentable (she was late to court, but lawyer blamed it on traffic).


























