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This Issue 12/04/2008

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• This Just In: Subway Delivers Beers
• No Sitting!

Picture this. You’re tired. It’s been a long Monday and the game’s on and let’s face it, you may have lost a few brain cells over the weekend. Getting up and walking the gazillion miles across campus (literally, it’s like walking to the next state over, and you’re most likely “in between gyms” right now) sounds worse than your Friday morning “Reading for College Students” class. Bust out your broke-ass phone, ignore the texts from that drunk chick and call up your fave sub shop. Spring for a medley of 40 oz Colt 45s and 30 packs of Keystone and invite some bros and biddies over to share the wealth. The best part about the whole experience, aside from the fact that there’s no need to get off the couch and that Subway has the BEST FOOD EVER, is that the kid who shows up at your door is always a character. Extra points if he asks you to hot box his Honda with him.