ED. NOTE WE WERE LATE ON THE KEN BONE COVERAGE BUT HERE IS OUR KEN BONE COVERAGE
Ken. Bone. The sweater-wearing human form of a hug that has been all over every social media outlet this week. From the “We Ken Bone Later” pickup lines to the array of memes, safe to say I hope the media stops interviewing him so he doesn’t ruin himself for all of us.
Not only did Ken Bone capture our hearts during Sunday night’s politics themed Springer episode and reach meteoric media fame over night – he has now reached the pinnacle of “making it” a la he now has a god damn menu named after him. A pizza restaurant in Brooklyn, nonetheless. Basically my end all, be all, I can die happy end goal. However, I can’t be jealous because he is the people’s champ.
Is it wrong that the Italian in me has a strange inkling that Kenny is not well versed in NY pizza and its assorted affiliated delicacies? I have no prejudice towards the Midwest but something about Ken from St. Louis tells me he would not be one to dive head first into his specials at Vinnie’s. When I look at Kenneth Bone I see Land-O-Lakes American cheese single packets. The orange kind. Not that there is anything wrong with that.
Tell me I’m an elitist Italian New York asshole – I probably (read: definitely) deserve it. Long live K. Bone.FOLLOW THE OPEN FIELD