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Wikileaks will lead to zombies.

let me lighten the mood, that last piece was a bit serious.

Wikileaks has pissed off a lot of Heads of Things.

You know one rumor's going to get one head to push the button.

The button, on December 12 2012, will get pushed and so will all the other buttons.

The ones who survive have to eat contaminated flesh.

Zombies are born.

Yeah, you better start stocking up on sawed off shot guns. If not for the zombies, for your dangerous pimp walk.

Because even if there is no zombie end of days, you're still going to want to get your dick wet.

No better way to do that than with a Cholo roll.


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