Jesus loves you, do you want to see my breasts, worzel?

There I was, having a cigarette break outside the office. Minding my own business, a woman came up to me, smiled, said she hadn't seem me around the estate before. I said I didn't live there, but worked for the housing association. "Work for the Housing association" she said , "dressed like worzel gummage?"

So my attitudes to dress code are a little lax, it was friday after all. She then launched into a jesus loves you routine, to which i listened politely, and when she paused told her, i didn't believe, i didn't faith. She was disappointed at this, she felt i was missing out on the love of jesus, she then said something that was one of two things.

She might have said

"jesus loves you, do you want to see my breasts?"

or it might have been

"jesus loves you to you want to rest on my breasts"

I wasn't sure, but refused both requests...