I confess to waking up early Saturday mornings to watch P. Allen on TV. He has this great swoosh of hair thing and a great lanky body that surely would look nice taking an outdoor shower in between his garden segments. In fact I love when P. Allen goes on field trips and hob knobs with the snobs in foreign lands and his awe shucks kinda personality is definitely a big turn on. I imagine P. Allen and myself working the streets of Amsterdam with P. Allen wearing leather lederhosen and licking a large lollipop and myself seducing the naive young P. Allen into a cannabis cafe where he gets stoned and I talk him into group sex and a sling in the back room, then we scour the city for tulips. Hey P. Allen, I got a job for you, planting tulips. “Oh yeah?” Yeah. I got a job for you Pee Allen, planting your two-lips around my dick! That would be good, or maybe better yet P. Allen comes over to my house and we do it right in the flower garden all the while P. Allen gives me lessons in how to propagate a species. mmm...yeah P. Allen... Pee Pee on me P. Allen.
Here's a short bio on P. Allen,
"As a fourth generation nurseryman who owned and operated his own garden center,"Pee Pee Allen" gained years of practical experience guiding the gardening public before he launched a career in television. After studying garden history and design at the University of Manchester in England, he returned to this country with the mission of inspiring Americans to embrace the joy of creating beautiful gardens."
Visit P. Allen at his website: www.pallensmith.com