Ken: I'm screwing with you! Test test test.

Ethan: I think that's the perfect way to start the interview right there.

Ken: I'm old and I'm not actually a sick pervert, I'm just a regular internet pervert. (cheerful music plays in background)

Today, a man comes before us, not just any man, a great man.

One who dared to do an AMA on Reddit without clearing his browsing history, without creating a throwaway!

He is, the one and only, Ken Bone.

Ethan: Hi Ken, what up? Thanks for joining us! Such a joy to have you!

Ken: I'm glad to be here! How's it going?

Ethan: It's going great!

Ethan: If you guys don't know who Ken Bone is, he asked a question at the presidential debate,

but-but everyone became so infatuated...

with this man, Ken Bone.

Why do you think that is?

Wha-what was it tha-that people just set you-set 'em off?

Ken: I think it started as the debate could not have been anymore negative.

Ken: It was a bummer to watch. Ethan: Right.

Ken: It made everybody want to put their head down.

And here's this goofy guy in the front row with a cherry red sweater and a big mustache, you know, he's kind of funny looking.

And so it kind of sparked an internet meme,

it was something light-hearted to grab a hold of in the middle of all this negativity.

Ethan: On the next day, the next day on the internet, all anyone was talking about was Ken Bone.

I think the combination of your wonderful charming looks and the name itself, I mean Bone it's quite a last name.

I commend you on having such a won--, is that your real last name?

Ken: That is my real last name, my grandfather's name was also Ken Bone, his father's name was Bentley.

His older brother's name was Oral, they had it a little worse than I did.

Ethan: ORAL BONE, NO!

Ken: I swear to ya.

Ethan: No way, you have an Oral Bone in your family Ken!?

Ken: We had 2 of them!

Ethan: 2 ORAL BONES!

Do you have any plans for your son's name? Do we have any kind of... like uh... like uh

What do you got in plans for your children; do you have children?

Ken: I have one and I'm not having any more. His name's Logan. He turned 13 a couple of days ago.

Ethan: Logan Bone.

Well congratulations to him, happy thirteenth birthday.

Is there any chance of maybe legally changing his name to something a little more entertaining,

like uh, Big - Big - Big Bone, or?

I mean Oral, I can't even imagine anything - maybe just Oral. Go back to Oral.

Fulfil the family tradition.

Ken: Yeah, I don't think that's going to happen.

Even Uncle Oral goes by his middle name: David.

Ethan: That's probably for the best.

First of all. You definitely pull - I think you pull off the moustache a little better than me.

I think you've definitely got the totes adorbs.

Kinda cuddly look that everyone loves.

But for me, I just kinda look more like a Mexican drug dealer, a Pablo Escobar character.

I- do you have any tips? What am I doing wrong?

Ken: I think you look fantastic. Ethan: Thank you.

Ken: Uh, maybe, uh trim it a little closer to the lips. Ethan: Mm!

Ken: And let it get just a bit longer. Kinda train it.

And to be honest with ya, I don't even like the mustache.

Uh, I have it because my grandfather had it, and he was one of the best human beings I ever met. Ethan: Wow.

Ken: It's kinda my nod to him. He was the original Ken Bone.

Ethan: God, the Bone family legacy, the Bone roots go deep in your family.

So you're suggesting cut it a little bit closer to the lip?

Ken: Yeah, I like to keep mine, you know, like right here in the fat creases of my face. Ethan: Follow the fat crease?

Ken: Yeah. Ethan: Well, I'll tell you what. You hold on one second.

Kay, I'm gonna clean up my 'stache, and I want to come back and I want you to grade it, okay? Just gimme- just hold on one sec.

Ken: Alright, do your best to keep all sides even.

Ethan: Just like that.

Ken: That looks fantastic. That's a big improvement already. Ethan: You know what?

You take the handlebars off and you look less like a criminal and more just like kinda the Bone Stache.

Ethan: This is the Bo- the bone stache stops at the fat rolls, right?

Ken: Yea like right at the, right at the chub crease right here, like.

Ethan: (chuckles) The chub crease. Well, I couldn't have said that myself any better!

Ethan: Oh! Who-who have we here?

Ken: This is the original Ken Bone, my grandfather

That's a mustache there folks!

Ethan: It's so white, I almost can't even see it!

Ethan: So the whole thing was- the whole setup of the debate was actually interesting to me

It looked like there was maybe 20, 40 people in the room

Iike, how did they vet you?

Ken: Well they don't ask you anything about your questions. Once one you tell them (Ethan: No!) you're an undecided voter,

That's it! They say okay come up with 2 questions and we'll see you next Sunday.

Ethan: But you had to tell them your questions ahead of time.

You could've have been like "Trump, can-can you please tell me what-what tanner do you use,

and why do you avoid the space around your eyes?"

Ken: The only people we told the question ahead of time were Anderson Cooper and Martha Raddis, the moderators.

Ethan: That's incredible! That is an incredible insight!

And it was live, so you actually–once you got the mic, you could have been like "Trump, can you please explain why your hands are so small."

Ken: Yea, I could have said anything I wanted

I mean, anything too bad and I guess the secret service guys who were hidden amongst us would have tazed me or something.

Ethan: (chuckles) Just a straight up taze? Ken: Yea!

Ethan: Just as punishment, they're like "Look you already asked the question, but you're gonna get tazed."

Ken: Yea it's live TV, and it only has like a 10 second dump.

Ethan: That's amazing! They had tremendous faith in all the question askers.

Ken: It was well warranted for the most of us.

Ethan: Did you ever consider pullin' a little...

A bit of a meme, on the mic

Ken: I've thought about it. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't–didn't think about it

But it's the chance of a lifetime to ask a question to

the next president. Ethan: Yea, absolutely.

Ethan: How quickly after you got home, after that debate, did you realize that you had become a living meme?

Ken: I got back out to my car, and my phone was locked up.

I turn on my phone, and I had already missed like a thousand messages.

My voice mailbox was full, and I didn't listen to that for days.

Cause' voicemail is for old people.

Uh...

My friend called me on my phone just as it was powering up

and started reading me articles about myself from Buzzfeed.

Which I thought he was jerkin' my chain...

until I got home and saw them for myself

Ethan: So, this is immediately from the time you left the debate, to the time you got home you were already a living meme?

Ken: Yea the debate had probably been over for about 45 minutes before I had gotten in the car.

Ethan: That's. Amazing! And you were already blown up, Buzzfeed was on that shit,

of course they were.

That time it was just pure luck, it was just like pure love shower.

Like– How-how did that feel? Wha-what was your reaction to that?

Ken: I mean, it was weird because at that point

You know, I hadn't done any interviews, hadn't done any anything.

Ethan: Right. Ken: So the whole world's exposure to me is just the sweater and the mustache,

Ethan: Right. Ken: name,

and the one question, and they thought that y'know "Oh this guy is such a cuddly teddy bear!"

And there was this like-this characterization of me as some kinda

like saint, or-

Ethan: Right. Ken: or hero, or,

Ethan: And- Ken: or, whatever.

Ethan: And little-and little did they know you had looked at Jennifer Lawrence's butthole, and liked it.

Ken: Yea, i mean uh...

probably I shouldn't have done that.

Because that was a breach of her privacy

but, come on, everybody did it.

Ethan: That's, you don't need to defend yourself.

I am fully, dude, as I said,

in our previous video abut you,

Michelle Obama has looked at Jennifer Lawrence's butthole,

Ethan: you have nothing to apologize for. Ken: Yeah. Ethan: I'm waiting-

I'm waiting for the strange-like porn offers where someone–

Those always end up coming with like the $100,000- we'll pay you $100,000 to like-have sex with a midget or some shit like that

Ken: There's been one of those, and they didn't contact me directly, they just float that out there for free publicity

Ethan: What was the offer?

Ken: It was a hundred thousand bucks for, I don't remember what it was, I don't think it was anything weird

but it would have gotten me murdered in my sleep, so I didn't do it

Ethan: Well the fact that the offer is there

just makes me happy.

I'm happy you didn't take it, obviously, that would have been pretty strange

to see you in a porn to be frank.

um...

But the fact that the offer is out there?

It's nice to know.

Ethan: I'm happy. Ken: I don't want to subject the American people to that

I'm all about positivity, and

you know, a good message.

A good message is not me, not wearing any pants that's horrible.

Ethan: Well some, well.. yea, some some.

We could find you a niche.

So, as some of you may know, Ken Bone went from national treasure, to-

most despised man in America almost?

In in.. in almost overnight.

Immediately.

As Ken went on Reddit, and did an Ask Me Anything.

Doing the fatal and classic error, of not creating a separate account,

which has no post history on it,

and using his own account, so everyone was able to go through all his history,

and see all of his comments, etc.

And basically,

as my favorite headline goes, SJWs sifted through his account history,

in an attempt to ruin his life, Ken what the hell were you thinking?

Ken: Well, I was naïve enough to think that people weren't paying that close of attention

I've never been famous before, I don't know how to do it.

Ethan: So when you, when you decided to do the AMA,

you just didn't even consider making an alternate account,

you didn't even consider that people would look through your history

and just try to find anything embarrassing they could.

Ken: Never even crossed my mind.

Ethan: So that's why you're such a good, God blessed guy.

'Cause you-you assumed the world is a good place.

And people aren't there to try to fucking ruin your life over peeping out on Jennifer Lawrence's butthole.

Ken: Well, I was still answering questions, well I'm still answering questions now 11 days later

I was still doing the first session when my friend sitting next to me on his computer is like "Hey, look at this article,

it says 'It turns out Ken Bone is a awful person'."

Ethan: Oh my God, during the AMA!?

Ken: Yea like while I was still answering questions, and he's like "Ah, don't worry, it's not a big deal, it's just some jerk."

It was kind of a big deal though.

Basically, you're a baby rapist and cannibalist as far as I heard,

so I wanted to check it out.

And from what I learned was that actually,

not only was it not that bad, but you turned out to be a pretty great guy from what I saw.

Ken: I am history's greatest monster. Apparently.

Ethan: How did it feel to be all of the sudden to be like "Hey everyone loves me, I'm going to say what up to Reddit"

'Cause it seems like you're a pretty avid Redditor.

Ken: Yea, I've been on for about 2 years now

and uh...

To have someone dig through my comment history and pick 4 or 5 comments

of me making my dumbest, most off color comments,

and say that defines me as a person,

that's hurtful, honestly.

The one from Gizmodo was the first.

Ethan: Yes, that was the one that accused you of shaming a rape victim, right?

Ken: Yea, that one disgusted me.

That one was really sad because like you went over in your original video,

that's the complete opposite of what I said.

They saw a comment thread about rape and saw me use the word disgusting,

which I was actually referring to her rapist,

Ethan: Right!

Ken: And, uh..

Equated me calling- with that, with me calling a rape victim disgusting.

When bottom feeders like that do that sort of thing,

you can almost let it roll off your back because they're just trying to get clicks to their worthless Gawker style websites.

But when that gets picked up by a legitimate newspaper like the New York Post,