Come tomorrow he'll be asking for a pound of flesh.

Is Lee saying that he has sex with Duncan all the time?

If only that had been a real lion....

Luiza interested in Blue Duncan
Lee lives with Duncan goes on holiday with him...sleeps with him too

Jas stopped doing her face at that, then Lee grinned all over.

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I thought Duncan was bisexual? He's gorgeous anyhow. I hope he keeps his willy away from Lee. He can do so much better.

To be fair, if I had to share a bedroom with people who snore loudly, I think I'd go nuts!

yes girls that's right - he's gay, so of course he's thrown himself at every available straight man

HUH???? So that means no one should ever consider anyone else's needs or feelings?

That's how it sounded to me.

Duncan is bi, not gay. I am pretty positive. Odd.

2b, or not 2b: that is the pencil:

and now we all wish we could be a fly on the wall

'E' Exempt

I love malcolm. i want to run with cats

has Evander had another child?

Yes, he should consider that they don't like his snoring and chop his own nose off.

Hamlet: the tragedy set in the kingdom of Denmark about one mans decision regarding which pencil to use.

That was the first time I've been interested in anything Lee's had to say.

Duncan has been quoted in interview describing himself is gay.

I think being paid to go in a show... I think they know what they are getting themselves in for. They should have watched the series from 2000. HMs stay awake, this is why they don't cast many older HMs for the regular series.

If I wanted sleep, I would not have gone onto a show which is known for having young HMs who stay up all night and make noise. It's like someone who doesn't like drinking going on a clubbing holiday... it makes no sense.

If they need money, they should go on Strictly or DOI.

INKS

2b, or not 2b: that is the pencil:
Whether 'tis shattered to the core to suffer
The broken bits when sharpening of diabolical shavings,
Or to throw it in the bin against a pile of screwd up paper,
And a new pencil to sharpen once again? To try to fail;
No more; and buy a propelling pencil
The devils work and the never ending stream
Of lead to the knib, 'tis a conundrum of graphite proportions
When we can eject no more this carbon rod,
We must give thanks: for freedom of the fountain pen
The blue pocket of embarrasment, so long white shirt;
For who would bear the badge of spillage and suffer the parent scorn,
The washing fruitless, the damage done,
The temptation of the Bic, so modern, so fake,
A device unfulfilled, to be cast away before life complete
To lie forlorn in the shadows of a drawer's rear most quarters,
Just biding its time for the ring of the phone
Hark, what call from yonder telcom device? tis the call centre,
To grunt and sweat under a muttered breath,
That a message delivered for not the first time of gifts so bountiful and free,
The undiscover'd wealth for which a simple reply might release
No entry needed, puzzles the will
And makes us envious of those who have gone before us
Than be indebted to the call that will promise new wealth?
Thus conscience of the lunch that is free does make fools of us all;
Just response of a credit card digit will aid resolution
Is giddy with the chance to dream and care not of thought,
And bask in the cardboard city at the temple of Argos
With this regard the need to scribe becomes apparent,
Let us not lose this chance take heed your number in the draw!
For now tis the time that the holy bic will shine once more.
Its chance to shine, its chance to record
With bic in hand...the number be transcribe....b@llox ...it's dried up

Duncan is streets ahead of piggy eyed Ryan in the looks department.

Whitney's autopsy

or a butterfly