I was dead serious. the last thing I want near my bum is a garden, or a person that tends it.... the garden, I mean.
Besides, I'm not sure it would be all that great, to have a bum garden. what being filled with potting soil and shined under bright lights or in a greenhouse stark naked on ones stomach when they plant the seeds.
"Ok, now just lie still for the next *looks at watch, then at seed package* 6 to 10 weeks, and we should have a bum... I mean, bumper, crop of tomatoes."
you thought sweat-shops were bad? Not even the tip of the iceberg.