Hi everyone and welcome once again to History Gleeves. I am Tim. Welcome to the podcast when we take a lighthearted look at the dark side of history. The topic of our podcast today is Deadly Demons, the possession of Michael Taylor.
Michael Taylor was a young man who back in 1974 apparently went through an exorcism and ended up killing his wife and his puppy Brandy. Well that's it. Oh puppy John, we got all the motherfucker, puppy John. I'm afraid so, Colonel.
I hate these puppy gillets. I'd like to have a reminder everyone we are a we use adult language and adult humor, so if I have a finjy then please check out one of the other fine podcasts out there such as They Walk Among Us with our good friends Ben and Rosanna, it's a true crime podcast. Number one podcast in Rigrid, so we check, we'll suggest you check them out. The other thing you can do to me is if a finjy can just ask one of your friends to come over to your house and pull that stick out of your ass.
We'd like to introduce that to be a good friend that did that. It would be very lovely. A lady who's known as Brandy the Benevolent. Queen Brandy the first.
How are you today Brandy? I'm doing good, Timmy. How are you? I am fair to middling.
Well I can't ask for more now. You could. You can ask for good. I'm not sure how good is middling, Colonel.
It's better than dead, Timmy. Is it really? Most days. I would like to introduce the most dangerous man in podcasting today.
A man who is known as an oasis Brandy in the desert of despair. Oh, he's not. He's been calling the Marlin Brando of podcasting. By you.
They're very honorable. I've still been called it. The Reverend, Charles Bolrigar at Hawkwater's the third affectionately known as the Southern gentleman. How are you today, Colonel?
It couldn't be better, Timmy. I'm glad you're excited about this story. Timmy, I love me a good exorcism, but I hate a puppy kill my motherfucker. I got a kill puppy.
I know you're not. What did a puppy ever do to somebody? Because you know serial killers. I mean, I'm not going into victims or whatever here.
But again, a lot of people got the shit coming. Puppies rarely got it. You get suspended for saying that last time. But I gave a list of people who had it coming.
This time I'm just saying, in general, you some bitches know who you are. You got it coming. Puppies there, I'll never have it coming. Alright, well let's talk about the possession of Michael Taylor, Brandy.
This is a story of Michael Taylor, a seemingly ordinary... No shit! A seemingly ordinary peaceful man, Brandy, who in 1974 brutally murdered his wife and their pet poodle using his bare hands. In fairness, poodles are a yappy dog.
Yeah, if they still ain't got it coming. This case received international attention. As it was claimed, he killed his spouse because he was possessed by more than 40 demons at the time of the murders. Think about that, Brandy?
Yes, there's a demon's man. You're not kidding. You don't know that. You don't know me.
Michael Taylor was seemingly an average working-class man living with his family in West York, Shire, England. We should do our British accents for this. Get it down. Sorry, guys.
Michael was a butcher, Brandy. Was he a baker? He owned a small flat. That's an apartment.
That's what they call apartments in England. He was married to his childhood sweetheart, Christine, and was the proud father of five children. You think about that, Brandy? It's a lot of fucking kids.
Jesus, poor one sort of. Find a new hobby. Michael, like most people in a small town, lived what would be described as an ordinary and somewhat boring life, Brandy? Much like the Colonel.
That all changed. All soon would change when Michael turned 31 years old. The 30s are a bitch. Michael was born in West York Shire on May 2, 1944.
So he was born on May 2, near our birthday, Brandy. It is. 1944, that's near your birthday. Your birthday.
His parents were ordinary people who worked- Are you getting a sense of this? I'm trying to paint the picture here. This was your average joke. It's average guy.
Yeah. His parents were ordinary people who worked hard to put food on the table for his three brothers and two sisters. Michael was an average student and generally well behaved. This motherfucker is saying that in anything, so for having 40 demons, any?
We got a bunch of kids. He got good marks in school and was never in any serious troll. Soon after graduating, he married to high school sweetheart Christine Hartwell. The couple settled in a small town of Osset, not far from Christine's family.
All right. So far so good, right? Sure seems headed in a boring direction. Yeah.
Michael worked in a number of different jobs, including that of a mechanic truck driver and, as I mentioned, a butcher. Michael and Christine settled down in Osset, Yorkshire, and started a family. Before long, they would have five children. Osset is an unremarkable place in many ways, a small working-class community with a population of 21,000.
So a boring guy in a boring place. Yeah. All right. The town had several factories.
Well, she said no more to the guys. So many kids, the only thing they got to do is bang there. They had several factories that experienced high rates of unemployment. It was here that Michael worked as a butcher.
In the early 1970s, he started experiencing terrible back pain that he attributed to a work injury, Colonel. Workers' home. Yeah, he went for that. He started missing work due to his injury, but he was eventually that go, Randy.
Like, I'm sure three of us will be eventually. With a few, very few options. Michael and his family went on relief. They went on a dole, Colonel.
Ran on the lamton. No, on the dole. Don't ask the dole on the public assistance. I don't get that.
Really, it's what it's called. Well, fair. Yeah, Colonel, always been so sufficient. Yeah.
You know, Michael often looked for work, but he is now constant back pain prevented him from doing manual labor. He should have got the Perkisette, Randy. Well, you can do a lot of stuff with Perkisette. Yes, you can.
Yes, yes, you can. Yes, you can. Michael had only a high school education, so his employment opportunities were somewhat limited. Christine worked part-time in a textile factory to help the family make ends meet.
Michael felt ashamed that his wife was working to support family, and he was unable to do so. So he's going to need some depression going on here. Their family was considered mostly cheerful and happy by their neighbors, but except for the jags crying they could hear. Michael was described as a generally kind, mild manner, and loving father and husband, although he was sometimes prone to minor bouts of depression due to his back injury and on the loneliness and being able to work back injury, left me with chronic pain and inability to find long-term employment.
Otherwise, there was no indication that anything was a misbrandy or unusual in the Taylor household, and neighbors would later report that the sound of laughter and joy emanated from the home quite often. Sounds like your house, Randy? Oh, yeah. Yeah, sounds something like that.
This all changed, Colonel, in late 1973. The couple began to fight, Colonel, and Michael, he began to drink. All that happens to me. He began to drink.
He started spending more and more time at local pub, Colonel. Yeah, well, that's what you're doing. What are you doing? I go down to a pub all the time.
Christine, what's up? I can't even spellpob. I go down to the local pub, Timmy. Christine was very religious, and she begged Michael to give up the bottle, Colonel, and attend a church with her and her three kids, or five kids.
What do you think about that, Colonel? Oh, fuck, I got five kids running around now, so I'm going to be drunk all the time. She's like eating on fentanyl or some shit. Michael finally agreed to join the church, Randy, and soon became one of the most devout members.
He spent hours each day studying the Bible and made sure and never to miss a service. He had thoughts on that, Randy. Good for him. In late 1974, Oden was fading in Ocet.
Now that was the year I was born. Well, that's why the, and it was a bitter chill in the air. What the hell that came from? Whatever.
And it was May 10th. Certainly not. It was in the oven. The ordinary Ocet folks had no idea that soon the eyes of the world would be full on their small community.
Something sinister and truly evil was bringing in the bosom of their hometown, Randy. bosom. By the time the first week of October was over, a most heinous, what? Hainous.
Hainous. Hainous. Hainous. Like anus.
Hainous. Hainous. And sickening crying would have been committed, Randy. A crying that would begin with the possession of Michael Taylor.
And I'm going to tell you something. This how this happens to me. Now I only got, you know, I don't have five kids. I got less than that.
But this guy, what's he doing to me? He's an average guy, you know, kind of playing regular guy. And he got a bunch of kids who run around the house now. Yeah, right.
Right. Right. And he's going to church. Right.
But let me tell you about kids to me. All right. Those motherfuckers will not let you be Christian. They don't.
They do not. They do not. They do. They do.
They do. You try to. You try to be a good man. It's the same.
You know, it's telling me. Tell me more. Oh, yeah. No, I tried to me.
I feel uncomfortable when you guys agree on something. It was not until my kids left my house that I could find Jesus again to me. And now I'll see him preach. He abandoned me to me.
Preach it. He abandoned me. He brought me three dumbass children to my house. As hard as I would look for Jesus.
You know, you have four children. Huh? You have only had three living on me at that time. Oh, I'll tell you where to come at this.
Oh, no, all four dumbasses. But three of them live with me. But I would go to church every Sunday to me. And I would pray.
And I would pray. And I would pray. He'd like them see him or something. But you couldn't be a Christian in my house, Jimmy.
I'm sorry. You know what happened? What? You get in there for that box of chocolate fudge pop tarts, Jimmy?
And you grab that box out of that motherfucker BMT every time. It's like me coming into work. You feel his pain. Motherfuckers.
You grab your two liter Coke zero, Jimmy? Uh huh. It starts to pour you in and find out that some bitch didn't put the cap back on tight and it's all it's flatted and packed with it. Nothing worse than flat.
Yeah. Um, so I'm just telling you that's why this all happened. Preach, brother. I could see it coming.
Brandi at 9.45 AM on October 6, 1974. West York Shire Police received a phone call. A man had been seen wandering around naked in the streets of Offset. So it was like, what day was it?
Like just a Tuesday? I'm sorry. The other way. And he reportedly was covered with red paint.
Yeah. That shit happens. He was heard mumbling in what sounded to be a foreign language. Uncertain as to whether or not this was a hoax.
Officer Ian Walker was sent out to investigate. Send the new guy. Yeah. Yeah.
There's some naked guy walking around with red paint. I'm going to need you to go ahead and get that. Take a look at that. See what's going on.
Um, so Ian Walker, Officer Walker, was sent out to investigate, making his way along the cold deserted streets that Sunday morning. It was a Sunday brandy. And you got to. The constable could have had a little idea what the day would hold.
Arriving at the scene, the officer discovered a naked man curled in a field position, shivering and covered not with red paint, Brandi, but blood. And today was Chuck. You know how many times this happened. Exactly.
Damn it. Damn it. As the officer approached the man, the man began to scream. And he exclaimed, I quote, It is the blood of Satan.
It is the blood of Satan. Unquote. The man's voice was very deep. And as he glazed at the officer, he had saliva.
He glazed at him. Yeah, he gazed at him. The saliva began drooling from his mouth. He glazed all over that office.
Yes. As the officer got closer, he could see the man's retinas were bright red and seemed to be glowing, Brandi. That's creepy. That's a Tuesday.
The man was also emitting a very distinct foul odor. Colonel that smelled like a squilled eggs. He too did. He had the sulfur fart stem.
He's not worse than the sulfur fart. And usually only dogs get them. Yeah. Clearly.
But when they do, you can hotbox somebody real quick. It can't. So you can't. And what's worse is when the dog doesn't and leaves the room, you don't even know the dog been there.
And then people I use suspiciously. It ain't cool. That scene man. My dog does that all the time.
You can't give him those raw hot shoes. Clearly in a state of great distress, the man was making little or no sense Brandi. Well, it's like this podcast. Yeah.
No, this podcast for demons too. Fortunately, by this time, a witness has arrived to identify the naked man as Michael Taylor. Suspecting that foul play has taken place Brandi. That by this officer is clearly on his shit.
Officer Ian Walker immediately radioed for officers to be dispatched to Taylor's home to check his wife and children. Now that's in England, right? Yes. So they don't have at that time they weren't carrying the guns.
Oh no, did they even have handcuffs? I don't know. Because being a Bobby seems like it'd be a kind of a shit job. You got a stick and you're supposed to keep low and low.
And you got those funny hats. Yeah. You got to worry about your hat coming off. And all you can do is beeping people with a stick.
Now that's fun. But I mean we got serious criminal robbing a bank. That's some shit going on there. Well, I greeted a police that Michael Taylor's home was a scene of appalling depravity, Brandi.
Mrs. Christine Taylor, the wife of Michael, and her small poodle laid dead. What was the poodle's name? Yappy.
I don't know. Continue Brandi. That's what happens next in this travesty. Well, all right.
So both of them had been murdered in the most shocking and gruesome way. Whoever had committed the crime. Who could it be? Who could it be?
No. It was clearly deranged and evil. It didn't work every actually work. No.
Yeah. Miss Walker had his. I got lost an eye in the last accident. Yeah, that guy was that guy was that guy was all frog.
I didn't wander everywhere. I was a glass. Miss Walker had asphyxiated on her own on her own blood. But before she died, her attacker had ripped her ripped off her face with his bare hands and pulled out her tongue and gouged out her eyes.
One. I bet you had the last pop dark and left empty box in there. You know, there's only three girls. There's and I'm going to tell you this ladies just for you.
This is public. The more you know to me. Probably servicing. Men have a quota of paint swatches they can look at.
And especially if you if you have trouble distinguishing colors. But once you've looked at 347 shades of blue, yes, with a bunch of funky names like you know Pacific Blue and you know, give me some paint names. You've done this before devil but you know powder baby blue and and you're looking at all these paints. Blue balls blue balls blue.
Yeah. Yeah. You're looking at all these things in it's like, well, do you think I should go with the baby powder blue or the powder puff blue or eventually you rip somebody's face off and killed a dog. I see.
All right. Brandi continue now. I'm not victim blaming. That was a wonderful fucking story.
Well, you do that shit to us all the time. What happens next, Brandi? All right. Let's see here.
All right. One of her eyeballs was found on the ground while another was clinging to its socket. Miss Walker looked as though she'd been attacked by a crazed animal. Yeah, it doesn't sound like a gross scene.
Her face had been torn off and that had left her skull exposed. Miss Walker was covered with blood and there was another large pool of blood on the ground. Her little dog lay close by. The poodle had been strangled.
His legs were torn out of their socket and his eyes and tongue were also removed. The dog also had human teeth marks around its neck and it appeared the killer had been gnawing on the dog's flesh. Yeah, not your average day in Ozzet. I don't think so.
Fortunately, the children were not at home at the time of the attack and were unharmed. So this poor lady gets 10 minutes alone by herself and the kids aren't around and this fucker ruins it for her. Her lips are all eyes. That's some bullshit.
Investigateing... The eye of Finn's the... plug it out. Okay.
I never heard that before. Investigating officers. We'll read the Bible once in a while mother fucker, you learn some. That's the eye of Finn's the...
He's talking to you. I said it's gonna point. Investigating officers who again are on top of their shit. Ian Walker.
Immediately realized that Michael Taylor was the crazed killer. They connected the dog. They did. They made that connection.
There was one problem though. Taylor cannot remember anything of his crime, claiming to love his wife he appeared to have no motive. Were the time being police? Well, they got the pop darts.
Well, they did not. For the time being police in the public would have to wait to discover why this tragedy had happened. In the meantime, Taylor was reprimanded to Broadmoor Hospital, a high security psychiatric unit to await trial. If the murder of Christine Taylor was shocking, the story that eventually unfolded was amazing.
So sensational were the events leading up to the crime that they divided the public and legal opinions, shook the angelic church of England to its very core. The investigation revealed that Michael Taylor was an ordinary man. I think we've established that. Of 31 when this murder was committed, he was married to Christine.
They have five kids and an ordinary life. Again, established. At a time of high unemployment in Northern England, he wasn't held by long-standing back injuries and periods of time looking for work. This was far from unusual in an area where the main industries of Colen Cotton weaving were on the decline.
When Michael began to feel depressed and unsettled in the months preceding the murders of friend, Barbara Wardman invited him to attend a prayer group at the Christian Fellowship Church. Are you part of a prayer group? I'll lead a prayer group, too. Eventually, Michael, who was not really disagreed to go.
The prayer group was led by a young 22-year-old woman named Mary Robinson. At some point during the evening, she began to shake and tremble, a sign that the Holy Spirit was within her. Think about that, Colonel. At these times, Mary believed that she was able to offer healing to the subject.
Right, so she can fake, she does fake the link. Sure. Okay. But only when she's possessed.
Right. Knowing that Michael had an injured back and was suffering from depression, she believed that God wanted her to heal him. She really does. With another member of the church, Mavis Smith.
Oh, I'm sorry. When another member of the church, Mavis Smith began to weep uncontrollably, Mary was torn who'd help first. Eventually, she knelt before Mavis and began to speak in tongues in order to exercise the woman. All right.
Hold on, she knelt and was doing what were the tongues of the men? She's trying to heal her. Okay. She's speaking in tongues.
See what happens here? She lets the demons in. She opens the souls up, Colonel. Oh, okay.
She's opening up to go up to the demons. Yes. Like the one one when we did the Lamar woman. She was just opening up her legs to the demons.
Excellent. Perfect. Barbara Wardman. To the astonishment of the congregation, Michael Taylor joined with Mary, also speaking in tongues and praying fervently.
Okay. So he just jumped in. Michael also began speaking in several other languages, such as German, Polish, and Chinese. No one who knew Michael, including his wife, had ever heard him speak anything but English prior to the event.
I want to know how many motherfuckers in ASEAN, England, New Chinese. He just spucked out like... He did. Like, no.
Who'd she mean? No, I mean, no. I don't know. I don't know how she spoke.
He didn't know how she spoke. He didn't mean he's doing it fast. I'm just saying how the fuck they know he was in. What, they got translators in there.
They got all of a sudden they got some some bitches to speak seven languages in the church. And they're like, oh, you're going to do the German. He's going to do the fucking course. He's demons were speaking through him.
He wasn't speaking. He was just making upwards. They didn't know what he was using the German accent. Like, nine.
Nine. Nine. I don't like it. I mean, he's off.
I'm just saying how the fuck you're going to say he's speaking five different languages. And was there witnesses in it? New languages? What did he say in those languages?
It doesn't say. Yeah, of course it doesn't. You know why it doesn't? Because he was just making upwards of funny accents.
Over the next... I don't even think Chinese people would speak in Chinese half the time. I think they're just making some shit up. Then you bring it in.
Two weeks, Michael Taylor became obsessed with Mary Robinson. Must, much to the dismay of his wife, Christine. Yeah, well, we'd make you dismay, Brendan. On the first of October, just a few days before the murder, Taylor and Robinson set up all night making the sign of the cross over each other.
I bet they did. I get a warning after a while, but about 20 minutes. I mean, I don't know if I could do that all the time. You can do it for a while, but eventually you want to check out seeing him or something.
Well, the reason for this bizarre behavior was their concern that the full moon would adversely affect Mary, like a fucking werewolf. Well, it happens. You can use that, but it happens. I want to see his motherfucker jump up in middle with church and do like the fucking Gettys market dress or something because you can fake German, but you can't fake the Gettys market dress.
Configure, Randy. On top of this, Michael's attitude at home began to change as well. He was more irritable and argumentative, sullen towards his family, with whom he was spending less and less time. I forgot about getting here and taking care of your damn kids.
Because he's been in time with Mary. Yeah. This was totally unlike the easygoing, peaceful way Michael had once been. And it was assumed that the church member was somehow exerting a negative influence on it.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nine times. That's time. I just got possessed and spoke three different languages. Very good.
All of a sudden, see, I'm calling shenanigans on his shit. He's calling bullshit, Randy, but continue. Yeah, I understood what he said. I just want to make sure he's calling shenanigans.
It got to the point where Michael's increasingly bizarre beliefs, uncharacteristic, erratic behavior. Whoa. Now I'm possessed and speaking of that. I don't even know that.
His shitty attitude and infatuation with Mary Robinson became quite obvious to those around him. Mrs. Robinson. Most notably his wife.
Now, you know, Mrs. Robinson, here's the thing. Jesus loved her more than she could know. Yes.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Cuckoo, cuckoo, set the fuck up. Now you're not on the same page. Yeah, you see.
Now you lost your Christianity. Yeah. Yeah. I'm not only my kids making loose Jesus.
My work children making loose Jesus. That's her in the spotlight, Timmy. Losing her religion. Yes, I am.
As Michael's behavior became more uncharacteristic and disturbing, Christine reached a breaking point. Ah, she's at a breaking point. Eventually, she publicly confronted her husband in front of the congregation. Oh, hell no.
At the Christian fellowship church. You know what? Showing your ass in front of the church, that seems like something that you should not do. Well, I'm not sure.
You know, if your husband is banging the... Accused him of having an affair with me. Hey, what? Get out.
That's fucked up. It was at this point where his behavior would take a turn for the worse. Oh, yeah. He's off the Chinese now.
He's got to take on some help. Did they have one Chinese mother portrait in that church? He probably did, but then he left. Michael is reported to have felt an evil influence cast a shadow over him.
I feel that every day I come to work. And then, compelled to provide this force, turn his inexplicable sudden fury on Mary Robinson, lashing out at her verbally, speaking in tongues and then tried to physically attack her. See, I was claiming any time people speak in tongues, I back up. Well, no, I just say, what are you saying?
Explain that to me. Because once they start with that rolling on the floor, shit, and you know, they're like, what the fuck are you saying? What the fuck are you saying? Why are they rolling around you?
Tapping to go, excuse me. I'm sorry. What? I just put my foot on top.
I'm going to say, settle the fuck down here. No, what you got to say? Because clearly, what you're saying seems important to you at the time, but I do not understand what you're trying to communicate to me. So could you speak in a more Americanized version?
Nice. It's not rolling. It's not rolling. Ah, that's it.
Unless they're a holy rollers to me. Then they roll, roll, and ride, then ride, then roll, and ride, then ride. Randy, can you please continue with this? Could I?
Please continue, Randy. So you talked to Mary claiming she had demons invade his soul. At this point, several other churchgoers had to restrain him before he seriously hurt someone. Okay.
Members of the congregation intervened to drag Taylor away, leaving the young Mary Robinson trembling and fearing for her life. Despite this display of uncontrolled rage, Michael returned to the church the next day and received absolution and forgiveness. That's a great thing about church. But this was not the end of the matter.
Oh. Michael would claim later to have no memory of the incident. Despite this frightening violent outburst, the following day, Michael received full forgiveness from Mary Robinson in a church absolution for what had happened. However, no one really ever would forget what had happened.
And a close eye was kept on Michael in the wake of this episode. Well, I can understand that. So it was given him the stink eye. Yep.
So these Christian people was talking about forgive and forgive, but it wasn't really forgetting, wasn't it? Do any of us really? Let's now hear what happens next as the Colonel will tell us. Well, Timmy, it became pretty apparent that this...
Are you scared, Randy? Is this topic a little creepy to you? This could be on one of you shows, though. It could?
Yes. Wasn't it your Scottish? On a vision. On a vision.
Kind of a dick move there. I just forgot. Wasn't any of your little podcast over there. Right.
So anyway, it became apparent that his deteriorating out of character behavior showed no signs of abating. Oh, I like it. I figured that one in there. I like it.
I like it. You like it. That his sanity was peeling away. And in fact, he got worse than time went on, Timmy?
He deteriorated, Randy. He alerted several local ministers to the realization that he might be under the influence of demonic forces. Now, some felt that the only explanation for this once-mile man's action was that he was not possessed. It makes sense, Randy.
The churches owners were particularly concerned, so concerned in fact that they call for the Exorcism, a Michael Taylor soul. Randy, you know what? I officially declare for Exorcism a your soul devil. We should do a live-exorcism.
A live-exorcism podcast. I want to see the demons leave your body. You know, you might be a pleasant person under all that. You could be.
Yeah. That's not about that yet. Yeah, see, there's a lot of exercising to do there. We're going to be in a big shape with all that exercise.
Either have the time nor are you qualified. He's a reverend. I don't remember. Let me lay my hands on you.
Well, you lay your hands on back a stub. So anyway, the churches owners were concerned, so they call for Exorcism. Now, the Exorcism was pretty hastily organized. Well, you can just whip that shit together.
They had two ministers, an Anglican priest, and reverend Smith. Another priest? And the Methodists aren't really, I'm a Methodist myself, and I'm not really known for Exorcism. Okay.
And probably because Methodists don't become possessed. We're just a decent hard-working, salted Earth people. But they were asked to perform this ritual. And on midnight, Saturday, the 5th of October, 1974, St.
James Church, shout out to Exorcism, began, Timmy. But the next seven hours Taylor was put to unimaginable whores. As soon as Exorcism began, he began to spit, scream, bite, scratch. Fought.
He even soiled himself, Timmy. Randy, do you see how he brings those words to life? That's how you should read your script. Put a little heart into it.
That's what people, we got patreon sponsors looking for. So anyway, this guy got to do do running down his legs. I'm the one who got railed on the page. Yeah, you did kind of get a bad review, Colonel.
I did get a bad review. And they called you obnoxious. I can't even imagine. You know, what I don't get about this is the way they said, well, I listened to several episodes, and then I came across one.
That obnoxious guy was on vacation. Well, I wasn't so obnoxious that you listened to 39 episodes before that. You dumb motherfucker. What you think?
And then all of a sudden you got lucky because I wasn't here one day in a major day. She liked me in branding? Yeah, that shows that, well, you know, there's a lot of people that don't really don't appreciate the Colonel. But you know what I do have?
What? I have a bunch of really the CBG squad. I have a bunch of really women at my disposal. You have very devoted followers.
I do. And you have a son of Colonel's. You got Jason? Yeah, that's all I need really.
I don't need anything. First of all, let's establish if I flashed a titty at Jason, he would come right over to my team. So let's not. Now, see, you underestimate Jason's law.
All right, no, I don't. I think you might have shown both. So now they got this guy. He's spitting fart and he may have spontaneously ejaculated.
No, probably. And uh, you preach you. Oh, bitch. Yeah, anyway.
He's not paying you a ejaculated brain. He's a problem because you start sticking to your underwear. You do. You do.
Now he's already soiled himself. Um, he started to crouch and hop around like a frog and he was cussing and spitting a large amount of green flim. I'm not. Maybe he just had a cold.
Yeah. I'm not sure about you, Brandy, but I'd love to see that on video. Oh, yeah, that's good stuff. It's too bad they didn't have YouTube then.
Now as the process continued, so this is erratic behavior. He went into uncontrollable convulsions and fits and bouts of scratching, spitting, and biting, which required that he be forcefully tied to the fuck you going from time on the floor in church. Well, maybe they thought it had enough to put something down. Yeah.
Well, they hastily threw together the exorcism, but you know, you need rope when you got it. You need some rope. Doesn't that come with the kit? Well, I think they just pulled off those little things they wear, you know, those drape them around, whatever they're called, the ropes.
Those are called curtain tiebacks. Yeah, curtain tiebacks. So anyway, over the next hour, he was subjected to having crucifix. They shoved in his mouth, anus, doused with holy water.
Yeah, they did the anus part. I did that the anus part, but you know they did it. You know, once I'm on the fucker bidding, somebody rammed the crucifix up his ass out of the donut. And being forced to confess his sins all while growling and snapping it.
Anyway, motherfucker turned into a werewolf at anyone who came near him. Despite this, he continued to have convulsions while he was doused in holy water. And crucifixes, crucifixes, crucifixes, by his body crucifixes, be crucified over 40 demons. 40 motherfucker demons was identified.
How? And he did not drive a flight to the old one. Yeah. Hi, my name is.
Yeah, but you know what? I read about this part. So wait a minute, there's stupid like the dumb names. They looked at his tax returns and they could have figured out who he claimed on what demons he claimed for that year.
Anyway, so they're civil is strapped to the floor and they figure out that he's got 40 person or 40 demons in there. Well, you know, one of them's named what like tree and now they're like, they named him like bad. We'll tell you. But I don't understand why they didn't give him, you know, a malachi.
Yeah, let me tell you some of the some of the Dainian had. Yes, they're stupid names. See if any of these more are more like deadly sins. Yeah.
See, but demons might ring a bell for somebody at this table here. Yeah, tell me the tension. The the incest. Okay.
They named that one. Bessiality. Bessiality. Bessiality.
Now we're getting into some some familiar territory here. Okay. I mean, because what to me mean, you have to become familiar with these demons every day. Yes.
We deal with these demons every day. These demons are our life. 60 hours a week to me. Yes, we're here at the workplace.
Yes. And there's a demon called Harrison. That heresy to me. Yes, heresy.
Harrison, Randy. Harrison is living right behind the spleen or more. You got the heresy right behind the spleen. Right behind my spleen.
And on top of the on top of the lebiti devil. You got ludeness living there. Ludeness. L-E-D-I-N-E-S-S.
And you know what else you got? Right down in those tingly parts. I think I misspelled that. You did.