The DeSantification Process

I'm not stupid. I just do stupid things. I'm hoping there's a difference. See my latest article in the Northern Virginia Daily.

http://www.nvdaily.com/lifestyle/2013/02/anthony-ring-the-de-santa-fication-process-never-ends.php

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