My own radio station in the modern style, Bavaria 3, which is characterized by some quite good presenters and a non unansprechende music selection, it creates in the last few weeks, I consistently go on my nerves.
Ständigzu advertised for winning a week to winning free flight to Seychelles from the transmitter itself in the editorial time; I do not care, first, any travel business because what you pay for; the lucky winner may then arise in any case whooping allegiance addresses and seimigen adulation over the public broadcaster, alswelches they do not fail because usually, the embarrassment, to do beyond.
So far, so questionable.
What in this Dumbo bash but annoying really, is the constant Anmoderation, which is tantamount 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, in that they just not on the lau türkisumsäuselten Trauminseln lounging in paradise to 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 been too tolerant, but now the thing goes into what seems to me at least the bare loop tastelessness, for which Depp female asses I still have to pay fees, insofar as I still legal radio wants to own.
Yuck!
