Heh, heh, heh... c'mere Jenna, sweetie. Just sit up here on ol' uncle whirlwind's lap and tel me allllllll about it. There, there, young precious.... I'll believe you. (turning and raising eyebrow to camera twisting your greasy mustache hairs...)
Aqualung my friend, don't you start away un-easy...
Methinks maybe Jenna's daddy needs to take you to the woodshed for those thoughts. :-0