We had to have wallpaper hung

and my contractor said, "I have a wallpaper guy.

This dude is… Michelangelo.

He's a little sketchy,

but your wallpaper's going to look amazing."

I go, "Okay, well, let's hire him."

There's a guy in my kitchen.

He's got two wooden sawhorses,

and draped over them, big pieces of wallpaper.

He's putting paste on them.

And the guy putting up the wallpaper,

I can't see him, but I can hear him.

He's in the room where the wallpaper's going up,

and he's going, "Kirby!

You got too much paste near the seams.

It's bubbling up.

I got to scrape it. Goddammit, Kirby!"

I look at the guy with the sawhorses

and I say, "I assume you're Kirby."

And the guy at the sawhorses said,

"There's no Kirby."

"Two Fleetwood Mac songs in a row on the radio:

Goddammit, Kirby!"