“Seymour. Seymour. The town is named Seymour, not semen, so when I go up to do the weather I will say ‘Seymour’ and not ‘semen.’”
I’m assuming that’s what was running through this poor guy’s head while he was rehearsing how the daily weather report was gonna go down, and as I’m sure you’ve already guessed he fucked it all up. Oh well, it could’ve been worse. He could’ve literally busted a nut in his pants live on air, or crapped himself. Or died.
Yeah, death would be the worst.