Blaaaaake No More

Amy Wino has been seen on the streets of London with a piece who looks like he doesn’t reek of Port-A-Potty water and dog sweat (see pictures of the two here), so this is an upgrade for her. Or if she gets the tingles for bitches who smell like Port-A-Potty water and dog sweat, then this is a downgrade for her.

Anyways, Wino and film director/producer Reg Traviss have been bumping assholes for a few weeks now. They were introduced by a mutual friend, because they live down the street from one another. Wino was planning to re-marry Blaaaaaake a few months ago, but she’s sent him back to the septic tank from which he came from and now she’s resting her crackhive in Reg’s lap every night. A source tells The Sun, “He’s a decent bloke with his feet firmly on the ground. He’s cultured and talented and they talk and laugh about all sorts. And they are openly affectionate in front of friends and family now too.”

Wino’s father Mitch got two young kids to help his fat ass up onto his soap box so he could say that he approves of her new boyfriend, “I’m happy she’s got a new boyfriend. I’m happy she’s moving on with her life. He’s a normal bloke, very nice.”

Dating a dude who most likely wipes his ass crack after he cacas and doesn’t break all your light bulbs to smoke crack out of them is a nice change for Wino. And somebody should tell her that when she goes down on Reg and doesn’t come up with a mouth full of scab skin, that’s normal. No matter what Blaaaake told her.