Amy Winehouse walked around the other day in a tank-top, pink bra and massive fake boobs. Yes, she walked around in silicon, the sentence works, move on. I'd really like to punch her in the chest for making me vomit after downloading these photos, but I worry it'd be like bouncy rubber and I'd end up punching myself in the face instead. Hmmmm, maybe Amy will end up like all the whores I've known in the past - I hit myself after those mistakes too.

Having never had any sisters or children, I don't fully understand the daddy-daughter bond. Now, is it normal for Amy Winehouse's dad to talk openly about her boobs? Yes? No? Someone fill me in.

Amy Winehouse has always been a Daddy's girl, but on Britain's "This Morning" program earlier this week, her dad talked about her "girls."

During an appearance on the morning show to call for more funding for rehab clinics in the U.K., Mitch Winehouse was caught speaking about his daughter's breast implants, which according to Britain's The Sun newspaper are 32Ds and cost just over $58,000.

When describing how his daughter is doing, Mitch said, "Fantastic, fantastic. Her boobs are great as well."

Realizing he perhaps spoke out of turn, Mitch added, "I shouldn't have said that should I? She looks absolutely fantastic."

Mitch said he was unsure, however, how much Amy's enhancement cost.

"I don't know. I didn't have to pay for it - that's all I know," he said. "Whenever I see her, she says, 'Dad can you give me a couple of hundred.' [But] I didn't have to pay for the boobs. I don't know."

When asked about how his daughter, who has battled drug addiction, is feeling, he said Amy works every day at staying sober.

"There is no total recovery. It's a recovery. It's a slow, gradual recovery," he said. "If you look back to where we were a year ago, you know we are in a different planet." (Access Hollywood)

"This is actually my test," he continued. "If I talk about her boobs on national television, and she freaks out, I know Amy's sober and doing well. But if she doesn't, and let's me play with'em a little, then I know she's back on smack... God I miss her on smack."

No more taking photos of Amy Winehouse, at least while she's at home. The English singer and perpetual train wreck won a court order banning paparazzi from following her or approaching her within 100 yards of her home, The Associated Press reports. She went to the courts last month after moving from the London neighborhood of Camden, known for its music and drug scene, to the more quiet area of Enfield, further north.

For anyone else, I'd say this is a blow for personal rights. If there's one place a person should have privacy, it's at home. However, if we're not all constantly watching Amy Winehouse, the girl is going to kill herself. She's like a toddler, you turn your back for one moment and she's turning blue after taking a pill of Ecstasy and eating 24 marbles. Ugh, my mom's still so mad at me for letting that happen to cousin Kevin. It's not so bad, he can almost count to 10 now. We're all so proud of the little 32-year-old guy.

There are some people in this world born to be parents. Amy Winehouse is not one of them. Amy Winehouse was born to have laws issued to keep her away from children. And yet, for some reason, no one has told the singer it's a terrible idea for her to adopt or sponsor children in St. Lucia.

"Amy is seriously thinking about adopting. But she is aware it’s going to be incredibly difficult with her background," a source told The London Paper. "She has always wanted to be a mother. She loves St Lucia and would move there for good in order to adopt."

The star’s spokesman says that Amy isn’t thinking of physically adopting, but to help them with community-service projects and classes.

Can you imagine a worse role model than Amy Winehouse? What would she have to teach these children? I imagine she'd begin with a class on how to ruin your own promising career, follow it up with the best way to inject drugs into places that the paparazzi can't see, break for a quick lunch of vodka and coke (not the soda), and then later explain how to find the abusive love-of-your-life before passing out in her own vomit to the end day. Class dismissed, kids!