The one draw back of trying to turn your ass into something you can cut diamonds on is that it freakin' hurts. I can't bend, climb stairs, or think, really. I might get a few odd looks if I spend tomorrow at work saying "Oh, my Gosh, my ass hurts." even half as many times as I said it today. Someone might take it the wrong way. Coupled with massive bruises on my arm and ribs from slipping off the tailgate of the giant diesel truck owned by Dear Friend and Senior Chief, I'm in the market for some pain relievers.