My home radio station in the modern style, Bayern 3, which is characterized by sometimes quite good presenters and not unansprechende music selection, it creates in the last few weeks, I go consistently on my nerves.
Ständigzu advertised for winning a week-long unwinnable Free flight to the Seychelles from the transmitter itself in the editorial time; I do not care at first, which tour operator since for what you pay; the lucky winner may then arise in any case rejoicing of loyalty and adulation seimigen against the public broadcaster, alswelches they do not miss because usually, the embarrassment, do to beyond.
So far, so questionable.
What at this Dumbo-Sause but annoying really, is the constant Anmoderation, which boils down to tell us all what poor, dumpfbajuwarisch stuck, Nordic-bleached ass cheeks it, even still working, in this lousy, German, gray, rainy, dull-dull November weather be as it is out of the lau türkisumsäuselten dream islands sprawled in paradise itself, 25 Bacardi beach sluts willingly handed over and the drinks to the white sand Kopulationsdelirium free.
Dekadenzpropaganda pure.
Though perhaps unwisely: This is an unworthy Mies Make local existence and an idiotic Neidkocherei it.
Three days of this nonsense would still have to tolerate, but now the thing goes into what seems to me at least endless loop of bare tastelessness, for which Depp female asses I still have to pay fees, insofar as I still legally a radio wants to own.
Yuck!
