Not really crazy

When I was a teenager I had this switchblade comb. Looked just like a switchblade, but with a comb, obviously.

One day my step-mom Pam was in the kitchen. I walked up behind her and flicked open this comb and said "you know I've had just about enough of your shit."

She just about jumped out of her skin. Hahaha. Because she thought I was going to cut her.

Hahaha.

I guess you had to be there.