When the hell did I buy this piece-of-crap, $10,000 grandfather cuckoo-cuckoo clock? Was it that time I O.D.'d on Vicks® DayQuil® and was in a haze for three days?
CUCKOO!
I vaguely remember being at a flea market in Culver City, and Scarlett Johansson was there, and was I trying to impress her? By making her think I'm an eccentric billionaire by buying this?
