Come on India, it doesn't seem like you have a cash flow problem: you have the third largest military force in the world, you invest Herculean amounts of cash into nuclear weapons and sending a rocket to the moon but you won't build dunnies for your people?
According to this morning's paper ( I would put in the link but can't find the article online) the situation has got so bad that families who are looking to marry off their daughters (don't get me started) are only considering men suitable if their assets include a toilet.
Hey India, I hate to state the obvious, but how about sharing the love and start building some loos for your people? At least it would make you stop scrapping with Pakistan for a while.
And on a completely unrelated topic I am going to share with you a photo I found yesterday when I was looking for a photo of Donatella for yesterday's post. It haunted me so much, I thought I should share. 
I would say I was sorry for subjecting you to that, but there's not much point as we all know I'd be lying.
Heh.
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My initial thought was that it was a series of sausages in a bikini.
Brilliant. A series of sausages that have been cooking far too slowly for far too long, maybe?
Build it! And they will go.
She doesn't look real. Her skin kinda looks like cheap fudge left to melt in the sun; shiny, rubbery and totally disgusting.
Don't these people fear skin cancer?
However, the photo from the last post is way scarier to me.
Oh, yeah. I was so disturbed by the recent collection of sun burnt biddies that I forgot to say the following:
Maybe I should send my daughter to India, then we'd both be happy not to have to bother anymore with the potty training dilemma. We wouldn't even have to worry about marrying her off to an eligible toilet touting man...
Hey Holemaster, does the same theory apply? Spend it! And it will come back.
Janie, have you seen Slumdog Millionaire? There is a toilet scene that almost made my recently-eaten icecream a temporary guest in my stomach.
Laughykate - I had to turn away from that scene too - ick! *heave*
It is seared into my brain. EUuuurrrghhhhhhhh!
I think I know her!
NO FREAKING WAY!
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