Cracked's Dan O'Brien to Host Late Night?

Nope.

Well, not yet, anyway, but I think should focus all of our efforts on making that happen. In case you didn't know, Late Night's Conan O'Brien will be leaving in 2009 to take over for grinning chin-monster Jay Leno as host of The Tonight Show, and the race to fins his replacement is on. According to this article, the frontrunner is the totally relevant and always professional Jimmy Fallon. Really, Fallon's a terrific choice. Remember that time he giggled his way through six seasons of SNL? What about all those great characters he created, (that guy who really like Noma, or the guy who often folded shirts, or the annoying asshole who kept laughing during skits)? And who could forget his illustrious film career which includes new classics like Taxi, an action comedy that teamed Fallon with a sassy, talking car that solved mysteries, (if you've ever seen Taxi, you are now well aware that I have not)? Also, Fever Pitch. Jimmy Fallon has truly earned the Late Night desk.

Horseshit.

I should host Late Night. I'm an astoundingly perfect candidate, it's ridiculous. The similarities between Conan and I are really staggering: We have the same last name, (O'Brien), he was a relatively obscure writer before hosting, I'm a relatively obscure writer right now, there was a lot of uproar and controversy when he was named host, I'm wanted in six states and I'm not legally allowed within ten feet of any Taco Bell, etc. There are other similarities. I won't bore you with the details now, but the punch line is that I should host that god damned show.

Come on, Whoever-the-hell-is-in-charge-of-making-this-decision, I'm such an obvious choice it's sickening. I'm young, charismatic and charming: I'm like a black Barack Obama.

Also like Barack Obama, I can't do this without the support of great people all across the country. (Also Barack isn't allowed in Taco Bell.) So, Cracked Readers, I'm going to ask that we shift our efforts away from destroying Hannah Montana right now. That's not to say that we haven't made great progress on the Hannah Montana front- we have. For better or worse, Cracked Commenters, you crazy motherfuckers know how to get things done. In just a few months, we've contributed hundreds of Mabisms and gotten Montana's Biographicon locked. Just go ahead and search around the internet for a while and you will see anti-Montana sentiments sprouting up. Hell, in the April 18th issue of Esquire, real-live-author Chuck Klosterman even mentions Montana, what she represents, and why she might be dangerous for America.

Folks, We have started something.

I want you heroes to channel the energy you focused on creating and spreading this Hannah Montana Phenomenon, ("Phenomenontana?"), and put it into this new, incredibly important mission:

Getting me hired as the new host of Late Night.

How? Great question, You. Included in this blog post is a letter I have actually sent out to NBC, Lorne Michaels, Conan and several dozen random addresses.

I need your help, warriors. Send out similar letters. Make fliers. Somebody head over to my Biographicon page and add something about me being the new frontrunner for the Late Night desk. Has anyone told Lorne Michaels how great I look in a suit? If you get the chance, tell Lorne Michaels how great I look in a suit. (Very.) Does anyone work for Time magazine or, alternatively, any newspaper or magazine? Spread the word. Make T-Shirts. Bumper stickers. Post about it in your blog. Hit NBC.com and various messageboards. Start petitions. Punch jerks, right in their faces, (I think the message will be clear). Go to it and post your results in the comments.

Why should you help me? Another terrific question. Because, Ladies and Gentlemen, I never forget a favor. If I get this job, I will not forget your heroic work. Want free tickets to the show whenever you're in town? They're yours. Do you play a musical instrument? Congratulations, you just joined the new Late Night House Band. Do you want me to get Hannah Montana booked on the show just so I can tell her she was an accident and stick gum in her hair? Way a-fucking-head of you.

You people- the readers and commenters- you are the internet, as far as I'm concerned, (mostly because Im not entirely sure what they internet actually is). If anyone can take a simple, small-town former-street-vigilante-turned-Jesus-Christ-of-Boning and bring him all the way up to Late Night, it's you folks.

Let's make this happen.

For my part, here are some other letters I've sent out:

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"Dear Conan,

What's up? NM here. Hey, did you know that we were Name Buddies? We are! (Name Buddies!) I heard you were heading over to The Tonight Show. Congrats. Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy. Just figured I'd throw my hat into the ring for your replacement. (Name Buddies.)

Hey, did you hear that Jimmy Fallon once called you a "cross between a clown-transsexual and Powder" (from the movie Powder)? That's what I heard Jimmy Fallon said. I don't agree with it, but Jimmy Fallon said it. Also he giggled while he said it.

Just letting you know.

Hugs and Kisses, Stars and Wishes,

-DOB"

"Dear NBC

I heard Dan O'Brien is under serious consideration to replace Conan as the host of Late Night. Is this rumor true or merely extremely true?

-A reporter (from the Newspaper)"

"Dear Max Weinberg,

One time I saw you checking out magazines at a Barnes & Noble in Holmdel, New Jersey.

Can I be the new host of Late Night?

-DOB"