On Episode 419 of The Tim Corrimal Show, we reported that presidential press secretary Sean Spicer is resting quietly tonight at the convent of Our Lady of Perpetual Talking Points after a night-long ordeal. D.C. police were summoned on Saturday night when neighbors heard what they thought was a disturbance coming from Mr. Spicer’s apartment.
When police arrived, they found Mr. Spicer levitating and frothing at the mouth. He was covered in what appeared to be an Easter Bunny costume. “His big bunny head was turning three hundred sixty degrees,” reported Officer J.D.Tippit of the D.C.P.D. “Mr. Spicer’s head kept banging on the ceiling and he kept moaning the words ‘microwave ovens’ over and over”, said Tippit.
EMT’s quickly shot Mr. Spicer with tranquilizer darts to calm him down. He was only slightly bruised when he fell on his bunny head. He was rushed to Walter Reed Medical Center where he was given an MRI and some carrots. Doctors at Walter Reed determined that the secretary was not in control of his actions and his speech were actually coming from a demonic possession. This is what Hospital personnel, who spoke on condition of anonymity because of HIPPA rules, told us:
It was clear to all the doctors that Mr. Spicer was possessed. All that was left was the shell of the man and the voice of a demon screaming ‘fake news’. He was chewing bubble gum as huge bubbles would explode and shake the room. We called for a Catholic priest!
The priest, Father Joseph Dyer from Georgetown, arrived on the scene and recognized the demon immediately. “It’s the Trumpzuzu. I have vanquished him before, and this is his revenge.” He quickly went to work, again described by medical staff:
Fr. Dyer found Sean lying on the bed where he had ny now lost control of his bowels. . The stench was unbearable. He was screaming something about Sean Hannity and Judge Napolitano and began to rise from his bed. Fr. Dyer yelled, “I cast you out, orange spirit, in Jesus name, boggidy, boggidy, boggidy, amen!” Spicer moaned, “You are fake. You are so dishonest!” At that point, Fr. Dyer pulled out President Obama’s birth certificate and shouted, “It is Obama who commands you!” With that the specter of a huge blond wig jumped from Sean’s body and flew out the window! Mr. Spicer crashed back onto his bed and went silent. We all thought he was dead but Fr. Dyer assured us he would be OK now that he was free of Trumpzuzu.
And the Clown Car is pleased to report that after the exorcism Mr. Spicer was moved here to a convent where he will be rehabilitated. Here at Our Lady of Perpetual Talking Points, the Passionist nuns will have to re-teach him to eat, walk, and put on a lapel pin right side up. And the nuns are hopeful that Mr. Spicer may even be able to deal with facts again some day. Fingers crossed. Needless to say, our hopes and best wishes go out to Secretary Spicer and his bunny family.