TIPS FOR NOT CONTRACTING EBOLA

First and foremost, I am not a medical professional, but based on what I have read and what I've known about biological entities from high school biology I propose everyone follow this protocol to avoid the acquisition of the Ebola virus:

1. Do not randomly French kiss/ swap spit with every stranger you come in contact with.
2. Do not revel in puke, specially other people's puke.

Hmmm... as I read my own advice, I think these also make for leading a good life.

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