"What does surprise me is the fact that everybody I've met on this gig--with the possible exception of the lamb--seems to be having a ball."

I love Mike Rowe's sense of humor. Even if I did scream in revulsion when I read the first paragraph.

Seeing him actually do it was even worse than reading about it!

When I read that bit, all I could think was "Man, there has got to be a better way to do that".

Perhaps I'll be inventing a lamb castrator device this weekend...

I hear there's this material called "flint" that works well for that kind of thing; if you hit it at the right angle with a rock, it forms a sharp edge, very similar to your teeth, and you can use the edge to cut all sorts of things.

"Emo Technology"?

Do rocks make you sad? Or is it the conchoidal fractures?