Me and my single-dad best mate Phil spent yesterday digging over the weeds in our new allotment. Six hours later, we'd turned over about a quarter of the plot, and were on our fifth brew in the Allotment Society shed. Taking a sly drag on his rollie and watching heavy clouds rolling across a big sky.
"aaah... alright this, isn't it..."
"yeah... hey look, down there.... blonde hair and floral dress..."
"allotty-totty? hmmmm..."
"y'know what.. if we can't get a girlfriend, we could always grow one."
"yeah right, grow her from seed."
"start with some melons....."
Who says men don't discuss their emotions.
