I was almost completely done with anything having to do with Amy Winehouse. Drinking and drugging and saying no to rehab gets really boring after a while. In fact, the only thing that injected any life into that singing meth lab was La Pequena Amy Winehouse's interpretation of "Rehab". I bet he smells just like her only with more cabbage and less fungal infection.

Today was a special day though. Thanks to a movie I will probably only see while laying on the couch hungover on a Sunday afternoon in the distant future, I can now play the Amy Winehouse Game. Yes, the good folks from Disaster Movie allow you to throw syringes and alcohol bottles at enemies as you try to rescue Blaaaaaaaaaaake from jail.