Sean Spicer was exhausted. Not even at his new job 100 days and he’s already up 20 pounds, gotten grayer and, well, the Visine sure doesn’t seem to be working. He feels bad for yelling at that tenacious secretary who kindly set up the meeting with his boss and those black people. She seems nice enough but her shaking head reminded him of Dippin’ Dots, and he hadn’t eaten since he popped his last pack of cinnamon Orbit at 10:00 AM.