Burkett was a true gent who lived almost directly below me in college. He spoke in a fake British accent, dressed like Sherlock Holmes every single day (expect for laundry day, when he wore a t-shirt.), and often invited me (and the girls who lived on my floor) down for tea. I loved Burkie Baby, and I miss the way he used to make me laugh without trying. Really and truly.
College wasn't the same after he graduated...Mansfield University just wasn't Mansfield without his death stare and booming laugh ...similar to this one:
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Dangit, your flashback was rad. I literally pictured myself sitting around a table, talking with a fake british accent, drinking tea. Only, I pictured it happening in Portland, in the college dorms that I used to hang out in. Note, I never went to college, I just had friends who did. And I lived down the street from PSU. BUT- yeah anyways. Loved this.
Thanks Tia! Yours are always the best though. Sweet, funny, and memorable!
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