When people go to school to become journalists, they picture themselves as like, Tom Brokaw or Lisa Ling, right? I mean, no one ASPIRES to be a weather person, right? No one is DYING to do local news about foods at the fair, are they? And when they do find themselves there, interviewing a parrot or trying to read a misspelled teleprompter or getting beat up by 100 mph winds because a producer thought it would make “a great shot,” are they happy? Or do they go home and cry into their vodka because someday, someone younger is going to come along and oust them, especially because of that newfangled HD camera business?

And when the news station wrote this joke, about “snakes in his pants,” did this duo die a little more inside?