Gays and Sexy Doctors

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This is my new obsession currently...




They are so passionate that is makes you brrr...

And of course my Dr. House...



Oh yeah...

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DNA said…
2nd time lucky ....

I love that show too. They did an interview with him not long ago, should look it up on e-mule.
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