Bottoms Uhhh....

From some Flickr farm.
If there could be a list made of every single thought that raced through Jilly's mind in that one moment in time, it would be a scroll to rival that kept by Santa himself.
Among them;
'Cheers! Ahhhh shit.'
'Great. Glass shards in my lager.'
'Why do I have two entrees, and Kyle, none.'
'I -=JUST=- PICKED UP THIS TOP FROM THE DRYCLEANERS.'
'If he thinks he's coming anywhere near my bed with an arm like that, he's SORELY mistaken.'