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Indian call centers: hotbeds of promiscuity. Who knew?

So apparently that little Calcutta cutie you get connected to when you want to complain about your cable service or to make a hotel reservation is deep into hideous illicit grotesque and disgusting sexual relations whilst on the job. These Indian call center nymphos can't control their primitive urges. Off come the saris and turbans and on go the Trojans and they're just a-goin' at it, a-hummana hummana hummana hummana. Read sordid details courtesy of Reuters.

I've always felt that Indian girls and Iranian girls are all just mouth-wateringly gorgeous till they get to be about 30, and then all their teeth fall out. Why is that?

posted by Nigel St.John Regina Smegmatica Howle-Raines @ 6:33 PM