On Today’s Show: 00:00:00 Introduction01:51:14 Is Meade Hitting The Bottle Too Hard?11:50:09 Scatting Up A Storm16:54:12 Lubricating Your Intestines With Testosterone Gel22:48:14 Trans Latina Arrested30:40:20 Support Distorted View!32:43:16The 11 Cock Rings Of Doom36:29:00 Forcing Inmate To Lick Up Urine40:02:18 Sucking Instead Of Blowing43:04:20Voicemails: 206-666-4463 / Ending Today’s Sponsor: Promo Code: FREAK Save 50% + Free Shipping And Gifts | Coupon Code “FREAK” at checkout! Adam&Eve Our New PO Box Address! Distorted ViewPO Box 36268Cincinnati, OH 45236 * Call In To The Voicemail Line: 206-666-4463 * Support Distorted View – Check out our Patreon page * Get Exclusive Episodes Every Week – Become A Member Of The Distorted View Sideshow! AI Transcript: Without further interruption, let’s celebrate and suck some dick. Hey, freaks, it’s Tuesday, March 19th, 2024. Coming up on the program today, does Mead Skelton have a drinking problem? The evidence is mounting. Plus, the soothing sounds of butter scatting, lubricating your intestines with testosterone gel, and how many cock rings can you stack on your manhood before the gangrene sets in? Find out today. That’s how it is to be a nation of crack whore, drug addict, brain damaged prostitutes. That’s basically what we are. We’re just a totally drugged out, cigarette burns all over us, mindlessly gibbering, watching Saturday morning cartoons, laying in a flea bag hotel with stains all over the carpet. We’re just covered with slime. We just watch the TV gibbering and drooling. We don’t have any front teeth. And the Federal Reserve just comes in with a nightstick if we ever argue and just beats us in the head. That’s who we are. That really is who we are. We’re a drugged out prostitute who weighs about 90 pounds with cigarette burns all over with clumps of hair falling out. A crack whore right on the end, right on the edge, be dead soon. Be taken out and thrown in a river. Nobody in the world will care. Because after all, we were that crack whore. We were that arrogant, evil country. Sock dry, totally imploded. I’m sorry to use analogies like that, but that’s what we are. A toothless crack whore with crust all over our eyes. We were once beautiful, 18-year-old woman who ran away from home, ran away from the church, ran away from goodness. We were gonna live on the streets. We were gonna make it big in Hollywood.