h2. Chitlins, whiskey and skirt -- Increased chances The population is greatly decreased. And now the odds are greatly increased. That i may someday get a chance, to kiss your lips. I thank the lo-o-ord each day, for the apocalypse. Folks are mostly disfigured or dead but, sugar, I wont let it go to my head. My mama’s face has dripped down into the dirt. But I’m still chasin’ chitlins, whiskey and skirt. "Перевод":Increased_Chances