…and you didn’t think I’d have the coupon.

Last night on Facebook, one of my old college friends mentioned he was moving to a new place. Among the comments of congratulations and comments about not being able to help him move, someone mentioned Beave’s Pizza (in the form of payment for said move, along with a six-pack).

Oh, and it’s the college that’s old. Not us. Just for the record.

Anyway, Beave’s Pizza was a local pizza place that delivered to our college campus. They’d bring around these coupons for awesome deals on pretty good pizza.

All the memories started flooding in: The late nights, the crazy antics, the touching moments, the bonds that were created and have lasted all these years.  I did what anyone would do.  I, too, posted something about Beave’s Pizza on my Facebook wall, and the memories were left to burn a little brighter for just a little bit longer.

So, whattya say? Wanna go in on a large with me? I have a coupon:

Read the journal entry! It's the day before my 19th Birthday!

Read the journal entry! It's the day before my 19th Birthday!

I wonder if they’ll check the expiration date? ;)

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