In a recent string of e-mails about our Survivor friend, we recount ye olde fraternity life:
DJ stumbles into his room to find a BOMed Burn comatose on his couch.
“Silly fuzzy Burn” he muttered to himself as he slipped into his cave for three drunken hours of sleep before climbing Everest the very next day . . . barefoot.
A little while later, DJ is awakened by the sounds of running water in his cave. A water leak perhaps? Nay. ‘Twas the fuzzy Burn relieving himself ‘out the window’ behind the headwall of DJ’s cave – which would have been a great idea, if he had actually opened the window.