Oh, Kenny, what a vicarious ride it’s been. We began our mornings with you way back when, sipping our coffee and chuckling as you made our morning commute a little easier. We winced right along with you when you were kicked to the curb. Then we watched you get back on your feet, dust yourself off, and begin your rise through the comedy ranks. We’re pleased as punch to see you where you are today, living large in NYC, zapping out those zingers on Sirius Radio with a buxom beauty on each side of you (hey, what’s the point of radio if we can’t use our imaginations to spice up the scene?).