
O'Reily [Sits Down] "Yeah I'm here to see (some name I've never heard)."
Me "I'm sorry, that person doesn't work here."
O'Reily [Gets out cell phone] "I just talked to him. Make it happen." At this point I'm surprised he hasn't called me "Chief".
I knew long before he did that he was in the wrong place, but I didn't want to be a dick about it. I mean, its O'reily, he'll probably get Cyrill to fondle me in my sleep with a coat hanger or some shit if I fuck with him. So I lead O’reily over to the acronym while he mumbles something about being high.
Speaking of “O’”names…I also work near the headquarters of a news network that most dirty sandal-wearing liberals despise. My friends Cliff, Tweak, and I were walking down the street when we see the networks most famous and most hated anchor, O'fuckhead.
O’fuckhead walks by, Cliff recognizes his face only, O’fuckhead smiles.
Cliff [Points] “Jerk.”
(This was amazing, the way he said it was somewhere between a question and a declarative statement.)
O’fuckhead stops smiling.
Cliff “Who was that guy?”

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