That's pretty awesome. I especially liked the part about Satan damning all things regarding proper care of hardwood flooring.
I still dream of having a real garden, for the last several years our tiny backyard consists of only a few sizable pots for a few maters, one cayenne pepper plant, and random herbs. Usually my wife does all that stuff anyhow so even if we had several acres, a sizable bankroll to sustain ourselves and ensure a wonderful organic plot, I'd likely still be indoors drinking bad beer as she busts her tits off chasing down hornworms, teenagers, and other vermin.
Armchair planting ftw.