Well, after spending about 15 minutes trying to rationalize that I didn't really just cut, the 2 giant streaks of red down my pale-ass thigh beg to differ Not really sure what to make of it. I was surprised by my distinct lack of emotion during the whole thing. I was just sitting on my bed with the pounding noise in my head, and like it was second nature I reached for my swiss army knife and *zip* * zip* done. Didn't make the noise go away. So either it was a waste of time or I didn't go deep enough. Who knows. Pretty lame eh?