After weeks of being whined at by an obsessive Lea, Pete finally cracked and found his bollocks, if only for a brief moment. "I'm a bit sick of this," he snapped, throwing his glass across the garden into the pool, and stomped off to 'Nowhere' (the bench over a bridge at the back of the garden, which is a bloody stupid feature if you ask me!) Clingy Lea immediately followed him and continued her sulk. Pete then tried to comfort her but remained firm about her jealousy-induced accusations that he was changing as a result of hanging about with Aisleyne. But I've waited so long for Pete to show that one brief moment of fire in his belly! It's about blimmin' time Pete! The poor luv, it can't be easy being fancied by three blondes with fake boobs... Be careful what you wish for boys!
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Poor Pete he's in hell! They are like the bride of Dracula, slavering all over him!
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