A Saint to Love
A strange holiday that starts with a priest and ends in cavities.
Dear St. Valentine: Well, I notice we're coming up on your day again. I realize this because my local pharmacy is now chockablock with boxes of candy the size and weight of an ATV just a few shelves over from the toothpaste and mouthwash. The product placement has rendered your celebration, shall we say, dentally ironic. I'm fairly sure that's ... (Full article: 292 words)
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