Do you ever go home for a relaxing weekend only to find you’re given the third degree? Like how the Weatherhuman recently visited the Weathermams and paps, looking for a warm welcome and quiet room to sleep in. But no, it’s all, “what about your future? Do you really think you can write pithy dialogue for the rest of your life?” Then I just think of how Roger Ebert always said Adam Sandler wouldn’t go anywhere with his dumb jokes… now look at them. Sandler’s rollin’ and Ebert’s got half a face. Justice.

Tomorrow’s Forecast: Why did the chicken cross the road? Who the fuck cares? Just drive over the road kill and move on with your life.