Eeesh.  I've never heard that one before. 

The town saloon used to sponsor our Senior hockey team, so we'd get a couple of cases of OV after every game.  The first one always went down like water...

A roughneck on one of the rigs I worked on used to sing the "Just say O.V." jingle, and he wasn't goofing around or anything.  He just liked the song. He could also pack a drillpipe up the catwalk instead of waiting for the catline, and he once during a tearout undid the BOP bolts under water instead of bailing out the sump.

Then there was this other roughneck who the others nicknamed "Braindead..."