Pilot with umlaut
Luca Aloisi wonders about convertible escorts with avian influenza and debut marquee names.
Vehicle navigation Love creative
natures and consumer detractors, this year again I remain
not spared. But you only have yourself to blame for that and
Your lack of a sense of the ridiculous. Take the adjacent
Display.
Let's be honest: would you go out with such a companion on the
Show it around on the street? It doesn't look bad. But does the
hysterically happy convertible driver with the outstretched
Flapping arms an avian influenza or another bird? Fortunately
neither, as we learn from the advertisement, but only the
latest high-tech gadget, the Nüvi. That gives you food for thought.
In view of such serious side effects as the illustrated
motor dysfunctions, the use of Nüvi is probably only recommended for
under medical supervision; in this case probably the driver. Actually
a pity, because "the king of the world" (aha, the lyricist is probably a
Monarchist), despite its modest dimensions, has many a thing on
the box: It navigates travelers safely to their destination, entertains them
with pictures and music, speaks nine languages, and cheerfully calculates from
one currency into the other. Not bad, if only the joy wasn't
due to its depressing marrow name and the brain slackening
Advertising motif tarnished. (la)
natures and consumer detractors, this year again I remain
not spared. But you only have yourself to blame for that and
Your lack of a sense of the ridiculous. Take the adjacent
Display.
Let's be honest: would you go out with such a companion on the
Show it around on the street? It doesn't look bad. But does the
hysterically happy convertible driver with the outstretched
Flapping arms an avian influenza or another bird? Fortunately
neither, as we learn from the advertisement, but only the
latest high-tech gadget, the Nüvi. That gives you food for thought.
In view of such serious side effects as the illustrated
motor dysfunctions, the use of Nüvi is probably only recommended for
under medical supervision; in this case probably the driver. Actually
a pity, because "the king of the world" (aha, the lyricist is probably a
Monarchist), despite its modest dimensions, has many a thing on
the box: It navigates travelers safely to their destination, entertains them
with pictures and music, speaks nine languages, and cheerfully calculates from
one currency into the other. Not bad, if only the joy wasn't
due to its depressing marrow name and the brain slackening
Advertising motif tarnished. (la)
