For the past two years, I've been outsourcing the most tedious parts of my life to India. It's a win-win situation: Some desperately poor Indian becomes a tiny bit less poor, and I can train my laser-like intellect on the things in life that really matter, like making perfect toast. Every. Single. Time. Here's how I outsource my life, so you can too:HomeworkFor $6 a day, I send all my homework to a 33 year-old Indian man named Rahul Vasanta. My English professor was really impressed by my 28-page paper comparing Macbeth to the ancient myth of Vishnu complete with translations from the original Sanskrit. He was less impressed by the intricate cricket metaphors and the constant misspelling of "color." I guess Rahul thinks that he can make up whatever weird words he wants just because he has a PhD. from Oxford in 17th century English literature and wrote two chapters of the dictionary. (That's what you get for going to a college named after a type of shirt. Idiot.)
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