This is the kind of "bloke" you can hear sniffing in the hall way. He is pretty funny, especially last weekend when he was entertaining Jess Moss and I at dinner, but also taunting me telling me that one day I WILL be one of the over 40s who were jiving to some Diesel tune in the middle of Aromas.
Then he did (something) and I saw him decline like the slope of the skillion. He told me he had a tummy ache and went home.
The night wasnt the same.
Once before he was sweating bullets and I wiped it off his brow and someone yelled out "ewww!"
so i wiped it on them.
I didnt think it was that bad!
He has a tracksuit set that makes him look like Alphonse Gangitano.
Ive only seen him not-stoned once.
He taught me how to play Buzz and laughed in my face when I lost.
He is obsessed with one day going to Fraser.
He also enjoys watching Fraggle Rock at 4am.
He is the NO#1 fan of this blog. I actually had to sign an autograph for him once.
Also the NO#1 fan of Bellyfish.
But my favourite time to see Burris or Boris is when he comes home from work with techno blaring through the speakers in a three piece suit, usually grey pin stripe with a lavender shirt, and everytime I tell him
"Geez Burris you look schmick!"
He even kept me company through messages when I was stuck on the F3.
Pretty stand up lad, and Ive only known him for about 2 months.