For your birthday in India you are asked to dance or embarrass yourself...
...so I did both.
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So I am headed to India without a clue of what I am getting into for the next several weeks. Being me involves deciding which comments in my head can be shared without legal repercussions. Speak up if you want to hear about anything I am going through or if you agree or disagree (likely poor judgment on your part) with what you read. Regardless, I am on a mission. So here goes chutney...
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I want to see you do the "light bulb dance" while riding the camel...now *that* would stop traffic...
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