Iker not only lives on Sunday. Stories, lies, lies, deliberate inventions, the evil machinations and fraud to the viewer not only come from the hand of Four and the Fourth Millennium. Also the Sixth, in its way, with its tiki-taka particular, it has been proposed cheat and get viewers pasta no matter what. Given that the results of hearing have not been expected even though the World Cup, it is no wonder that anyone manages to produce benefits outside the usual exasperating with TVs get pieces of films and various other spaces between a schedule of advertisements. Or was it vice versa?.
speak of the "Play TV", at dawn, which could compete with the Fourth Millennium if we forget momentarily the issue. Because what the basis is the same: tell a story you do not care if aliens or cash prizes, two trim all with appearance of truth and three, I folded the methodology. The
of software in question, rather than directed by a poor host, and uses the old trick of asking a question whose solution would be easy to guess even for my lovebirds, and then put you in the eyes a considerable sum of money. In this case, 5,000 euros. As the girl rambled and lengthened the theater, and taking into account that La Sexta not see or Emilio Aragón, assumed in my home that no one was pending at the screen and see if it would be nice for once in life can be lucky side of the losers. Phone in hand and praying (so help me god I said, and now again ...) so that Jazztel has not been charged for the thirtieth time line so far this week, we mark the corresponding number in the hope that the little machine the other side tell us that we were the 10 th call, a prerequisite to take the prize.
Pumpkins. We're the first. Wow. We scored again and this time we are the eighth. Uhhh another quick recall and so falls the tenth and 5,000 EURAC, that the third time's the charm. It turns out that in the end, we went from being the eighth call a. .. the second. And pasta stolen, about 3.6 euros plus the corresponding VAT. Penalty.
Who said Sunday the metira comes from the hands of Iker Jiménez?. Sixth, in its way, has also joined the bandwagon of deception, of the scheme, the scam. And do not think it is easy to claim you ... or a telephone or an email ... Lost money. Sure at the end called Periquillo, a cameraman or an editor, and takes the pot pa'casa.
And that life can be wonderful, anywhere, except in La Sexta.
speak of the "Play TV", at dawn, which could compete with the Fourth Millennium if we forget momentarily the issue. Because what the basis is the same: tell a story you do not care if aliens or cash prizes, two trim all with appearance of truth and three, I folded the methodology. The
of software in question, rather than directed by a poor host, and uses the old trick of asking a question whose solution would be easy to guess even for my lovebirds, and then put you in the eyes a considerable sum of money. In this case, 5,000 euros. As the girl rambled and lengthened the theater, and taking into account that La Sexta not see or Emilio Aragón, assumed in my home that no one was pending at the screen and see if it would be nice for once in life can be lucky side of the losers. Phone in hand and praying (so help me god I said, and now again ...) so that Jazztel has not been charged for the thirtieth time line so far this week, we mark the corresponding number in the hope that the little machine the other side tell us that we were the 10 th call, a prerequisite to take the prize.
Pumpkins. We're the first. Wow. We scored again and this time we are the eighth. Uhhh another quick recall and so falls the tenth and 5,000 EURAC, that the third time's the charm. It turns out that in the end, we went from being the eighth call a. .. the second. And pasta stolen, about 3.6 euros plus the corresponding VAT. Penalty.
Who said Sunday the metira comes from the hands of Iker Jiménez?. Sixth, in its way, has also joined the bandwagon of deception, of the scheme, the scam. And do not think it is easy to claim you ... or a telephone or an email ... Lost money. Sure at the end called Periquillo, a cameraman or an editor, and takes the pot pa'casa.
And that life can be wonderful, anywhere, except in La Sexta.
