<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761</id><updated>2012-02-15T10:06:00.104Z</updated><category term='Parabéns'/><category term='Granada'/><category term='Mora'/><category term='Linhares da Beira'/><category term='Castro Verde'/><category term='Montemor'/><category term='Alentejo'/><category term='Moura'/><category term='Minas'/><category term='Comporta'/><category term='Algarve'/><category term='Humor Picante'/><category term='Fonte Arcada'/><category term='Trancoso'/><category term='Leon'/><category term='Festas do Povo'/><category term='Santiago'/><category term='Abril'/><category term='Sesimbra'/><category term='Meco'/><category term='Momentos'/><category term='Madeira'/><category term='Alter do Chão'/><category term='Gibraltar'/><category term='Restaurante'/><category term='Mafra'/><category term='Costa da Caparica'/><category term='Ouguela'/><category term='Asturias - Picos da Europa'/><category term='Animais'/><category term='Corroios'/><category term='Tejo'/><category term='Cádiz'/><category term='Guadalupe'/><category term='Almourol'/><category term='Obidos'/><category term='Salamanca'/><category term='Lisboa'/><category term='Nisa'/><category term='Pensamentos'/><category term='Santa Maria da Feira'/><category term='Santarém'/><category term='Moimenta da Beira'/><category term='Folgosinho'/><category term='Natal'/><category term='Seixal'/><category term='Teatro'/><category term='Terras de Pó'/><category term='Campo Maior'/><category term='Cabo Carvoeiro'/><category term='Sabedoria'/><category term='Enxara'/><category term='Chaves'/><category term='Lapa'/><category term='Aveiro'/><category term='Comix'/><title type='text'>CAMINHOS PERCORRIDOS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>400</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-4574732954006632135</id><published>2012-02-15T10:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-15T10:06:00.153Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>sociedade na farmácia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h5 align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-gP3YbVodyw0/TzmXgUhGs7I/AAAAAAAAA2A/WBM62_aBI6I/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-vv3uhVakbUc/TzmXhYfeRjI/AAAAAAAAA2I/jkdygQ4rTYc/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="201" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Helena e Gilda, duas solteironas, são donas de uma farmácia.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Entra um homem e pede uma camisinha.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Helena atende e traz a camisinha:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- É pequena ! Reclama o freguês.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;E Helena traz uma maior:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Ainda é pequena ...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;E Helena traz a maior do estoque.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Desculpe, mas tem de ser maior...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Helena grita prá Gilda que está no armazém da farmácia:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Ó Giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiilda ! Tem um senhor aqui que precisa de uma camisinha maior que a XXL...!!!!! 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 &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;pode ficar com o meu cão??!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-1547512553365299764?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/1547512553365299764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=1547512553365299764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/1547512553365299764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/1547512553365299764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2012/02/boazona.html' title='A boazona…'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-2799805306895666317</id><published>2012-02-05T09:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-05T09:44:00.132Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Joãozinho…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-864AFibDOcQ/TyNE-82d2eI/AAAAAAAAA1c/9ZMWwGsupmc/s1600-h/image%25255B3%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; 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Não demoro.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Eu sei o que eles estão fazendo – diz Joãozinho, o irmão mais novo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Deixa de ser intrometido e cala a boca!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Rita, anda! Vem prá mesa – diz a mãe.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Já vou, mãe!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Ha, ha, ha!!! Eu sei o que eles estão fazendo – continua o pestinha.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;O pirralho leva um estalo e cala a boca.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Passado quase meia hora, a mãe, novamente:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Rita, apressa-te que a comida vai arrefecer!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Oh mãe, já vou... – diz a filha, quase a chorar.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;O Joãozinho então começa a rir e diz:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Eu sei o que eles estão fazendo... Ha ha ha...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;A mãe diz:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Fala então, peste!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- A Rita pediu-me o tubo da vaselina... E eu dei-lhe a Super cola 3.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-2799805306895666317?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/2799805306895666317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=2799805306895666317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/2799805306895666317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/2799805306895666317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2012/02/joaozinho.html' title='Joãozinho…'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-6JvqDlQ9sJ8/TyNE_vKIjYI/AAAAAAAAA1k/w37kf7zbymg/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-413742918749976632</id><published>2012-02-03T10:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-03T22:44:33.061Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>A PULGA AZARADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;h5 align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-dKPmk02pAuA/TyNAHA2qmPI/AAAAAAAAA0c/A2plWbmE1Ps/s1600-h/image%25255B3%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-pIcdrnaexHA/TyNAIM1lILI/AAAAAAAAA0k/--GizIQEIIk/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" border="0" height="143" width="169" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Uma pulga está tomando sol na praia, toda bronzeada, em baixo de um guarda-sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Nisto, chega outra pulga, branca e morta de frio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;A primeira lhe pergunta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- O que aconteceu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- É que eu quis vir à praia tomar um solzinho e então subi no bigode de um motociclista que vinha pra cá. Acontece que o cara veio a 200 km/h, e eu quase congelei de frio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;A pulga bronzeada responde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Pô, você tem que fazer como eu: esconda-se no banheiro feminino e quando entrar uma garota, esconda-se na calcinha dela. Naqueles pelinhos macios, você viaja quentinha e segura !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;No fim de semana seguinte, voltam a encontrar-se na praia: a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;primeira, bronzeadíssima e a segunda branca e morta de frio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- E agora, o que aconteceu ? Não fez como eu disse ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Claro que fiz. Me escondi no banheiro e quando a garota entrou e baixou a calcinha, eu me acomodei ali muitíssimo bem. Tão bem que dormi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Então, por que você está assim ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Não faço a menor ideia. Quando acordei estava de novo a 200km/h no bigode do motociclista !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-413742918749976632?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/413742918749976632/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=413742918749976632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/413742918749976632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/413742918749976632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2012/02/pulga-azarada.html' title='A PULGA AZARADA'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-pIcdrnaexHA/TyNAIM1lILI/AAAAAAAAA0k/--GizIQEIIk/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-1816927830093518320</id><published>2012-02-01T10:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-01T10:02:00.358Z</updated><title type='text'>Vim só cortar as unhas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h5 align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-DnF3rF1KkF8/TyM7E7Z3KBI/AAAAAAAAA0M/ZSn-Bfoka0M/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-h6au756Mm7I/TyM7F0T6FsI/AAAAAAAAA0U/Wc1V_OTerWA/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" height="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Na sala de espera de um consultório veterinário, entra o José C B com um pastor alemão e sentou-se ao lado de uma senhora que tinha um gato ao colo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;O gato em conversa com um pastor alemão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;- Eu estou aqui para ser castrado - dizia o gato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;- Porquê? - perguntou o pastor alemão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;- Fazia bacanais com as gatas da vizinhança e a minha dona, inconformada com o barulho que eu fazia todas as noites resolveu castrar-me... E tu, por que estás aqui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;- Eu estava em casa sem nada para fazer. O meu dono, acabado de sair do banho, baixou-se para apanhar algo debaixo do armário. Ao ver aquele traseiro... perdi a noção do perigo, subi em cima dele ...  e ... pimba...pimba... Até lhe deixei  as  costas dele todas arranhadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;-Fo... dassss!?! - espantou-se o gato - Ele também te vai castrar por isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;- Não, vim só cortar as unhas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-1816927830093518320?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/1816927830093518320/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=1816927830093518320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/1816927830093518320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/1816927830093518320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2012/02/vim-so-cortar-as-unhas.html' title='Vim só cortar as unhas!!!'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-h6au756Mm7I/TyM7F0T6FsI/AAAAAAAAA0U/Wc1V_OTerWA/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-3957113189646386792</id><published>2012-01-30T10:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-30T10:08:00.083Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>como é que faz para dormir?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-smIOVcWxCvw/TyCLdkC5tPI/AAAAAAAAAzk/CxmLW5gP6ew/s1600-h/image%25255B3%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-esgIrY4DtMI/TyCLeUd3CMI/AAAAAAAAAzs/C_KTyeMUXxE/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="168" height="153" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Dois velhos de oitenta e poucos anos num banco de jardim a dar milho aos pombos comentam um com o outro:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Zé, não consigo dormir, deito na cama e levo horas para dormir.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Olha, eu durmo sempre que nem um anjo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- E como é que faz para dormir?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Me masturbo...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Bate uma???&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Sim.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Sério???&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Sério.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- E goza???&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Não... mas canso, e aí durmo!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-3957113189646386792?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/3957113189646386792/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=3957113189646386792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/3957113189646386792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/3957113189646386792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2012/01/como-e-que-faz-para-dormir.html' title='como é que faz para dormir?'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-esgIrY4DtMI/TyCLeUd3CMI/AAAAAAAAAzs/C_KTyeMUXxE/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-8321769457937687398</id><published>2012-01-28T10:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-28T10:02:00.822Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>COISAS DA VIDA!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ed3dvXfsItY/TyCKJTdwWXI/AAAAAAAAAzU/LNjW4xJJ1VY/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-D86ObZtIYhs/TyCKKIsQpsI/AAAAAAAAAzY/EN3DEFO7MOU/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="175" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;- Ontem à noite fiz amor com a minha mulher quatro vezes seguidas, disse o algarvio !      &lt;br /&gt;- E de manhã ela fez um delicioso crepe e disse que me amava muito.      &lt;br /&gt;- Ah, ontem à noite fiz amor com a minha seis vezes, resposta do lisboeta !&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;- E de manhã ela fez uma deliciosa omeleta e disse que eu era o homem da vida dela.     &lt;br /&gt;Como o alentejano ficou calado, o algarvio perguntou:      &lt;br /&gt;- Quantas vezes é que fez amor com a sua mulher ontem à noite, compadre ?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;- Uma, respondeu o alentejano !     &lt;br /&gt;- hahah, SÓ UMA, exclamou o lisboeta ?!?!?!      &lt;br /&gt;- E de manhã, o que é que ela disse?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;- Na pares!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-8321769457937687398?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/8321769457937687398/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=8321769457937687398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/8321769457937687398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/8321769457937687398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2012/01/coisas-da-vida.html' title='COISAS DA VIDA!...'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-D86ObZtIYhs/TyCKKIsQpsI/AAAAAAAAAzY/EN3DEFO7MOU/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-2632728904173446974</id><published>2012-01-26T09:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-26T09:57:00.954Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>NOVA FRAUDE NA INTERNET…</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-oatxW46mOac/TyB691OW18I/AAAAAAAAAy0/8a06It8CIDQ/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-UUkMqF_WbX8/TyB6-tpU2xI/AAAAAAAAAy8/uKsVb08cngM/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="210" height="204" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuidado com as &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;compras na Internet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Vê como funciona:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;O nosso colega Alexandre pagou 100 euros por um aparelho para aumentar o pénis.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Os filhos da p... mandaram-lhe uma lupa!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-_maoc2yFNUo/TyB6_HUoW8I/AAAAAAAAAzA/UDBHcZ7kgD0/s1600-h/image%25255B5%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; 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border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-EmYlm-avQgA/TyCMllVdy8I/AAAAAAAAAz8/fJrKQf-z-Ho/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Fidel morre e vai para o céu. Mas, como o nome dele não constava das listas, São Pedro mandou-o para o inferno.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Quando chegou ao inferno Satanás foi recebe-lo e disse-lhe:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Olá Fidel! Já estava à tua espera. Entra que aqui serás tratado como em tua casa!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Fidel responde-lhe:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Muito obrigado Satanás, mas há um pequeno problema. Ao passar no céu esqueci-me lá das minhas malas...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Não te preocupes. Eu mando lá dois diabretes para as irem buscar!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Quando os dois diabretes chegam ao céu encontram as portas fechadas. São Pedro estava a almoçar...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Não faz mal (diz um diabrete ao outro) saltamos os portões, levamos as malas e não incomodamos ninguém...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Assim fizeram. Mas mal começam a saltar os portões, são vistos por dois anjinhos que por ali passavam.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Então um dos anjinhos comenta com o outro:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- O Fidel nem há 10 minutos está no inferno e já começaram a chegar refugiados...!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-8916448327561921935?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/8916448327561921935/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=8916448327561921935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/8916448327561921935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/8916448327561921935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2012/01/refugiados.html' title='refugiados...!!!'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-EmYlm-avQgA/TyCMllVdy8I/AAAAAAAAAz8/fJrKQf-z-Ho/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-6413650694693579862</id><published>2012-01-24T09:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-24T09:47:00.549Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>as verdadeiras dificuldades da vida ninguém fala!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Agora toda a gente fala de crise.     &lt;br /&gt;É crise para aqui...., é crise para ali...      &lt;br /&gt;Mas das verdadeiras dificuldades da vida ninguém fala!...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-1zZMY_zkGnc/TxwvneGdoZI/AAAAAAAAAyc/uPWKwrpY0PE/s1600-h/image%25255B3%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-z6DdXCbhzrI/TxwvqrtTPTI/AAAAAAAAAyo/98KuDlZwmGk/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="539" height="314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-6413650694693579862?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/6413650694693579862/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=6413650694693579862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/6413650694693579862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/6413650694693579862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2012/01/as-verdadeiras-dificuldades-da-vida.html' title='as verdadeiras dificuldades da vida ninguém fala!...'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-z6DdXCbhzrI/TxwvqrtTPTI/AAAAAAAAAyo/98KuDlZwmGk/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-5820169046909214700</id><published>2012-01-22T14:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-22T14:24:53.986Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>COM TODA A CERTEZA ESSA É A MELHOR DO ANO ........</title><content type='html'>&lt;h5 align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-msb6FWV0PSw/TxwcMUEudaI/AAAAAAAAAyM/BwLkkpeZqYg/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-3POliS7ukC8/TxwcNP3pbxI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/LUJB6n9HOWw/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="190" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Um menino de 5 anos queria ganhar 100 euros e rezou durante 2 semanas para Deus.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Como nada acontecia, ele resolveu mandar uma carta para o &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Todo-Poderoso com seu pedido.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;O correio recebeu uma carta endereçada para 'Deus-Portugal'&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Resolveram enviá-la para o Passos Coelho.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Passos ficou muito comovido com o pedido e resolveu mandar uma nota de 10 euros para o menino, pois achou que 100 euros era muito dinheiro &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;para uma 'criança pequena.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;O miúdo recebeu os 10 euros e imediatamente notou o endereço do &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;remetente: Governo Português.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Pegou papel e caneta e sentou-se para escrever uma carta de agradecimento:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Prezado Deus: Muito obrigado por me mandar o dinheiro que pedi, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;contudo, eu pediria que, na próxima vez, o Senhor mandasse direto pro &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;meu endereço, porque quando passa pelo Governo Português, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;o primeiro ministro..., fica logo com 90% !!!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-5820169046909214700?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/5820169046909214700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=5820169046909214700&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/5820169046909214700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/5820169046909214700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2012/01/com-toda-certeza-essa-e-melhor-do-ano.html' title='COM TODA A CERTEZA ESSA É A MELHOR DO ANO ........'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-3POliS7ukC8/TxwcNP3pbxI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/LUJB6n9HOWw/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-3864700472262813827</id><published>2012-01-15T10:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-15T10:34:00.580Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>AS CABRAS DA MENINA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Vr1sqiJyHvA/TwzLI91BzwI/AAAAAAAAAx4/Kj8Jt_cPjf4/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; 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Começou a imaginar se aquilo não era um caso de exploração de trabalho infantil e foi conversar com a menina.      &lt;br /&gt;- Olá, minha jovem. Como é o seu nome?      &lt;br /&gt;- Rosineide, seu padre.      &lt;br /&gt;- O que é que você está fazendo com essas cabras, Rosineide?      &lt;br /&gt;- É p'ro bode cobrir elas, seu padre. Tou levando elas lá pr'a fazenda do seu Luiz Carlos.      &lt;br /&gt;- Me diga uma coisa, Rosineide, seu pai ou seus irmãos não podiam fazer isso?      &lt;br /&gt;- Já fizeram... Mas num dá cria... Tem que ser bode mesmo!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-3864700472262813827?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/3864700472262813827/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=3864700472262813827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/3864700472262813827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/3864700472262813827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2012/01/as-cabras-da-menina.html' title='AS CABRAS DA MENINA'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-mGhg9gIdyZY/TwzLJxrsofI/AAAAAAAAAyA/V5gzU3A5cjM/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-7813150769351096596</id><published>2012-01-13T10:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T10:32:00.094Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>kit emigração</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-r3i5MGNxXdQ/TwzKjpYAbvI/AAAAAAAAAxo/wR73mNu-xSk/s1600-h/image%25255B5%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; 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garota e de repente ouvem a mãe dela gritar :&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Olh'ó lanchiiiinho !!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;O rapaz, depois do susto, vai até a cozinha com a namorada e prova os pastelinhos que a mãe da garota fez.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Huuummmm !!! Uma delícia, estes pastelinhos de bacalhau que a senhora fez !!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;E a futura sogra responde :&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Vai lavar as mãos rapaz ! Os pastelinhos são de coco !!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-6012107766138479147?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/6012107766138479147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=6012107766138479147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/6012107766138479147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/6012107766138479147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2012/01/pastelinhos-de-bacalhau-um-mimo.html' title='Pastelinhos de Bacalhau ( um mimo !!! )'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-7400471459563634583</id><published>2012-01-05T10:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-05T10:56:00.173Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Ala dos criminosos violentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-NhyG0dl9X_Q/TwJEaLxCTJI/AAAAAAAAAxI/zkk9qVBhiMY/s1600-h/image%25255B5%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; 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border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-eTLzFGpgxno/TvEo7eTAfKI/AAAAAAAAAwk/_QzrUwsbUk0/image_thumb%25255B4%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="378" height="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="6"&gt;É preciso viver o sonho e a certeza&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="6"&gt; de que tudo vai mudar…lol&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="6"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-5552996947472575983?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/5552996947472575983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=5552996947472575983&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/5552996947472575983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/5552996947472575983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year !!!'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-eTLzFGpgxno/TvEo7eTAfKI/AAAAAAAAAwk/_QzrUwsbUk0/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B4%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-5139765127974134440</id><published>2011-12-31T10:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-31T10:23:00.211Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natal'/><title type='text'>Boas Entradas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-amql_oAW1OA/TvEnKaTA5qI/AAAAAAAAAwM/2MJ7i3lwodo/s1600-h/image%25255B17%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/--XbkfcCoXPA/TvEnLGmjx5I/AAAAAAAAAwU/zcxb-sxPOvI/image_thumb%25255B7%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="387" height="366" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-5139765127974134440?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/5139765127974134440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=5139765127974134440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/5139765127974134440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/5139765127974134440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/12/boas-entradas.html' title='Boas Entradas'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/--XbkfcCoXPA/TvEnLGmjx5I/AAAAAAAAAwU/zcxb-sxPOvI/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B7%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-636130060210338813</id><published>2011-12-27T10:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-27T10:30:01.319Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>AMIZADE…</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-HJ--mnIQMlo/TvEanzKjhnI/AAAAAAAAAvc/N8sIRASnzjQ/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-u2SkFTnRig8/TvEaoquJemI/AAAAAAAAAvk/YJGuuYUDNuk/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="167" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;  &lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;A AMIZADE É COMO AS MAMAS:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;há as pequenas... há as grandes... e há as &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;  &lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;falsas!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-636130060210338813?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/636130060210338813/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=636130060210338813&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/636130060210338813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/636130060210338813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/12/amizade.html' title='AMIZADE…'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-u2SkFTnRig8/TvEaoquJemI/AAAAAAAAAvk/YJGuuYUDNuk/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-6018087923411483035</id><published>2011-12-26T10:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-26T10:17:00.705Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Pães Alentejanos…</title><content type='html'>&lt;h5 align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-SCj0kihFRwM/TvEXlw81MFI/AAAAAAAAAu8/w3iZQ2EMFcQ/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-pDnxKjCOFl8/TvEXmr4wX5I/AAAAAAAAAvE/ldh9Ru5hW2w/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" border="0" width="244" height="189" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Um enfermeiro do Hospital de Santa Maria, estava namorando uma médica e ela ficou grávida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ele, não querendo que sua mulher soubesse,  disse-lhe para pedir a  transferência para Évora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Como te aviso quando o bebe nascer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Manda um postal e escreve só ''Pão alentejano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Passaram-se alguns meses e, um dia, quando o enfermeiro chegou a casa, a esposa disse-lhe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Recebeste um postal de Évora e eu não consigo entender o significado da mensagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ele leu o postal e caiu no chão com um violento ataque cardíaco. Foi levado imediatamente para as urgências.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O cardiologista perguntou à esposa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Aconteceu alguma coisa que possa ter causado o ataque?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Não! Ele apenas leu este cartão postal que diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Cinco pães alentejanos: Três com chouriço e dois sem"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-6018087923411483035?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/6018087923411483035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=6018087923411483035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/6018087923411483035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/6018087923411483035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/12/paes-alentejanos.html' title='Pães Alentejanos…'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-pDnxKjCOFl8/TvEXmr4wX5I/AAAAAAAAAvE/ldh9Ru5hW2w/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-4118537927464393129</id><published>2011-12-25T10:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-25T10:14:00.510Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natal'/><title type='text'>Marry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-UB5hvF0ra-4/TvEk3jQ3wGI/AAAAAAAAAv8/kUdxbKdHJq0/s1600-h/image%25255B8%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-TFmZkXUMu0Y/TvEk5NYw-VI/AAAAAAAAAwE/OKpId3Mru_U/image_thumb%25255B4%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="451" height="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-4118537927464393129?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/4118537927464393129/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=4118537927464393129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/4118537927464393129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/4118537927464393129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/12/marry-christmas.html' title='Marry Christmas'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-TFmZkXUMu0Y/TvEk5NYw-VI/AAAAAAAAAwE/OKpId3Mru_U/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B4%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-7873153137749362211</id><published>2011-12-24T11:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-24T11:03:01.174Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natal'/><title type='text'>Feliz Natal…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-qqvteShq7oI/TvEjmbh-M6I/AAAAAAAAAvs/h6XUfk31Hh4/s1600-h/image%25255B3%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/--JNefszwBMY/TvEjnUdYpWI/AAAAAAAAAv0/PBXPpwd8dQs/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="397" height="322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que este Natal seja mais um momento em que &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;possas acreditar que vale a pena viver um&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Novo Ano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-7873153137749362211?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/7873153137749362211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=7873153137749362211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/7873153137749362211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/7873153137749362211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal…'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/--JNefszwBMY/TvEjnUdYpWI/AAAAAAAAAv0/PBXPpwd8dQs/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-6776205364939213715</id><published>2011-12-23T10:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-23T10:14:00.068Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>FRONTEIRA DE ANGOLA / NAMIBIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-jR2lxwVQUhg/TvEW2ZiNGNI/AAAAAAAAAus/waEodIcnj4U/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-nvys6O6hirw/TvEW3PvGTjI/AAAAAAAAAuw/SaKvySAqKpY/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="187" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Cinco indivíduos de nacionalidade portuguesa entram pela fronteira angolana num carro novo.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Chegados à fronteira, depararam com um &amp;quot;cinzentinho&amp;quot; (polícia sanguessuga fronteiriço angolano).&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;O fiscal deu uma volta em redor do carro e disse aos viajantes:       &lt;br /&gt; - Vocês não pode passar.       &lt;br /&gt; - Mas porquê?! - perguntou o Tuga&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- É porque vocês são cinco num Audi A Quatro.&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- E daí?! - questionou o viajante - Isso não tem nada a ver! Quatro é o tipo do carro, mas se o senhor olhar os documentos vai ver que é um carro de cinco lugares.&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Isso não me interessa - disse o &amp;quot;cinzentinho&amp;quot; - O meu chefe dize que num Audi A Quatro só pode ter quatro passageiros.&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Mas isso é um absurdo!! - indignou-se o Tuga - Vá chamar o seu chefe, eu&amp;#160; quero falar com ele.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Agora não é possível, pá! Ele está muito ocupado....&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Ocupado com o quê?! &lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Com os dois viajantes do Fiat Uno...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-6776205364939213715?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/6776205364939213715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=6776205364939213715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/6776205364939213715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/6776205364939213715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/12/fronteira-de-angola-namibia.html' title='FRONTEIRA DE ANGOLA / NAMIBIA'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-nvys6O6hirw/TvEW3PvGTjI/AAAAAAAAAuw/SaKvySAqKpY/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-4249178832505265672</id><published>2011-12-22T10:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-22T10:23:00.361Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Sabedoria Milenar…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-8WeAUGl92d8/TvEZrvlZ2tI/AAAAAAAAAvM/LzQKR62Gn24/s1600-h/image%25255B3%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-XwlgHI7A1WQ/TvEZsHIajKI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/g0rpPwM6w10/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="178" height="171" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt; Pergunta:      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;MESTRE, PORQUE QUE É QUE ANTES DO SEXO CADA UM AJUDA O OUTRO A FICAR NU E DEPOIS, CADA UM SE VESTE SOZINHO ?!!!        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Resposta:     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;PORQUE, NA VIDA NINGUÉM TE AJUDA, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;SE JÁ ESTIVERES FOD…!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-4249178832505265672?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/4249178832505265672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=4249178832505265672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/4249178832505265672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/4249178832505265672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/12/sabedoria-milenar.html' title='Sabedoria Milenar…'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-XwlgHI7A1WQ/TvEZsHIajKI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/g0rpPwM6w10/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-4633722542186246940</id><published>2011-12-21T10:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-21T10:37:00.143Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Crise….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-CUX7W09ApFY/TvEOUpNhO7I/AAAAAAAAAuc/1x1c5EDfIug/s1600-h/image%25255B4%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-gUROa6m2Yeg/TvEOVlS2tDI/AAAAAAAAAuk/CsE9ouGy9HQ/image_thumb%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="548" height="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-4633722542186246940?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/4633722542186246940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=4633722542186246940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/4633722542186246940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/4633722542186246940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/12/crise.html' title='Crise….'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-gUROa6m2Yeg/TvEOVlS2tDI/AAAAAAAAAuk/CsE9ouGy9HQ/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-8268136720729075877</id><published>2011-12-19T10:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-19T10:20:00.813Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>DEIXEM O LEÃO ESCOLHER SOZINHO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-kO1QjNXLNNo/TulFcSx3yRI/AAAAAAAAAto/1PrLXswpvLA/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-yh4vg4EklUo/TulFdT_AOnI/AAAAAAAAAts/qqMdplUl-e8/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" border="0" width="200" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;  &lt;h6&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;  &lt;h6&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;De repente, o leão salta da jaula, e vai para cima do público. Dentes e rugidos à mostra. Bate o pavor. As pessoas começaram a correr. Caos total.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;  &lt;h6&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Um aleijadinho, de cadeiras de rodas, se esforçava para sair dali. Alguns, ao verem o pobre deficiente, gritavam para acudir:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;  &lt;h6&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Olha o aleijadinho! Olha o aleijadinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;  &lt;h6&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;O aleijadinho manobrava desesperadamente sua cadeira...e o bichão chegando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;  &lt;h6&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Olha o aleijadinho! Olha o aleijadinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;  &lt;h6&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;E o aleijado, sem poder agüentar, gritou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;  &lt;h6&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;-UMA MERDA...! DEIXEM O LEÃO ESCOLHER SOZINHO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-8268136720729075877?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/8268136720729075877/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=8268136720729075877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/8268136720729075877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/8268136720729075877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/12/deixem-o-leao-escolher-sozinho.html' title='DEIXEM O LEÃO ESCOLHER SOZINHO!'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-yh4vg4EklUo/TulFdT_AOnI/AAAAAAAAAts/qqMdplUl-e8/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-4857311330393353546</id><published>2011-12-17T09:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-17T09:58:00.088Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>creme na defunta….</title><content type='html'>&lt;h5 align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Qi6tG17HeFw/TulGNI12YnI/AAAAAAAAAt4/y_HMTFTKJkQ/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-aHHZ6Tx6Y3k/TulGN9nkZLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/pJpxrmqQG4s/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="181" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estava de passagem por uma capela moderníssima toda em cor de rosa, quando percebi que uma pessoa havia morrido.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;b&gt;   &lt;h5&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Fiquei curioso para saber como eram os velórios naquela capelinha.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;    &lt;h5&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Ao chegar, vi milhões de bouquês de flores - das mais variadas das mais sofisticadas às mais kits &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;    &lt;h5&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;- e notei que no caixão estava a morta inteiramente nua, loiríssima, e ao lado um grande pote cheio de creme &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;   &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;muitíssimo perfumado, do qual cada uma das presentes &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- também loirézimas reluzentes - pegava um pouquinho e passava na defunta.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;b&gt;   &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Surpreendido pela cena, coisa inusitada, aproximei-me de uma das mulheres e perguntei:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;    &lt;h5&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;- Desculpe-me a ignorância, mas porque estão passando creme na defunta? É tradição aqui?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;/b&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A moça respondeu:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;b&gt;   &lt;h5&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;- Não! É inédito! Nunca fizemos isso. Ela é que pediu para ser cremada!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-4857311330393353546?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/4857311330393353546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=4857311330393353546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/4857311330393353546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/4857311330393353546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;Como não tinha factura das azeitonas, carta de condução, nem dinheiro para pagar a multa, o policia deu-lhe o castigo de meter 10 azeitonas no cú.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;Por cada azeitona que o ciganito metia no cú, só gritava: ai mê pai, ai mê pai!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;O policia, intrigado, perguntou-lhe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;"Olha lá, porque estas só a gritar pelo teu pai??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;Diz-lhe o ciganito:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;"É que o mê pai vem lá mais atrás com uma carroça cheia de melões!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-3755265348496621573?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/3755265348496621573/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=3755265348496621573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/3755265348496621573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-5YURwYfuEHY/TtvwdxPpSEI/AAAAAAAAAtY/MmdkWafn-jU/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-7WJzyzaAS70/Ttvwe_szt6I/AAAAAAAAAtg/ayHieIC9-gg/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="187" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;O marido chega a casa:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Rápido, traz-me uma cerveja antes que comece!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;A mulher não entendeu, mas pegou na cerveja e levou-lha.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Quando ele acabou aquela cerveja, disse:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Rápido, traz-me outra cerveja, já está quase a começar!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Ela ficou mais confusa ainda, mas trouxe a cerveja.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Terminada a segunda, voltou:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Vai rápido, traz-me mais uma, vai começar a qualquer momento!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;E a mulher, revoltada:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Ah, já chega! Que merda é esta? Estás aí todo folgado, chegas e nem&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;me falas, não levantas o rabo gordo do sofá e achas que eu vou ficar a&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;trazer cerveja p'ró menino como se fosse uma escrava? Não percebes que&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;eu trabalhei o dia inteiro, lavei, passei, limpei a casa, cozinhei, e&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;ainda fiz compras?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Pronto, já começou !!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-8265525975570173023?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/8265525975570173023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=8265525975570173023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/8265525975570173023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/8265525975570173023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/12/rapido-antes-que-comece.html' title='Rápido antes que comece…'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-7WJzyzaAS70/Ttvwe_szt6I/AAAAAAAAAtg/ayHieIC9-gg/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-210084932725853247</id><published>2011-12-11T10:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-11T10:05:00.758Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Joãozinho….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-_ypnbYIlM2U/Ttvux6mJCDI/AAAAAAAAAtI/qvnot6YQIK8/s1600-h/image%25255B3%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-LuGy71ugVQg/TtvuyVv56YI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/LG1in85K5Cg/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="149" height="172" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;O Joãozinho entra no quarto e apanha o seu pai a colocar um preservativo.   &lt;br /&gt;O seu pai, muito embaraçado, tenta esconder a sua erecção e o preservativo    &lt;br /&gt;baixando-se para olhar debaixo da cama.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;O Joãozinho diz:   &lt;br /&gt;- O que estás a fazer, pai?    &lt;br /&gt;O pai responde:    &lt;br /&gt;- Eu acho que vi um rato debaixo da cama.    &lt;br /&gt;Joãozinho retruca:    &lt;br /&gt;- E vais enrabá-lo?!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-210084932725853247?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/210084932725853247/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=210084932725853247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/210084932725853247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/210084932725853247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/12/joaozinho.html' title='Joãozinho….'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-LuGy71ugVQg/TtvuyVv56YI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/LG1in85K5Cg/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-3238942584801450616</id><published>2011-12-09T10:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-09T10:01:00.418Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>O advogado e o alentejano…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-WIB83sGYd_g/TtvuMvUWMCI/AAAAAAAAAs4/43n1UasgTKY/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-hocjy7WNjyA/TtvuNXexFKI/AAAAAAAAAtA/JnAL580uGlU/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Um advogado todo 'da linha de Cascais', vai caçar patos para o Alentejo.     &lt;br /&gt;Dá um tiro, acerta num pato, mas o bicho cai dentro da propriedade de um lavrador.      &lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o advogado saltava a vedação, o lavrador chega no tractor e pergunta-lhe o que estava ele a fazer.      &lt;br /&gt;O advogado respondeu:      &lt;br /&gt;- Acabei de matar um pato, mas ele caiu na sua terra e agora vou buscá-lo.      &lt;br /&gt;O velhote responde:      &lt;br /&gt;- Esta propriedade é privada, por isso não pode entrar.      &lt;br /&gt;O advogado, indignado:      &lt;br /&gt;- Eu sou um dos melhores advogados de Portugal!      &lt;br /&gt;Se não me deixa ir buscar o pato eu processo-o e fico-lhe com tudo o que tem!      &lt;br /&gt;O lavrador sorriu e disse:      &lt;br /&gt;- O senhor não sabe como é que funcionam as coisas no Alentejo!      &lt;br /&gt;Nós aqui temos o Código Napoleónico!      &lt;br /&gt;Nós resolvemos estas pequenas zangas com a Regra Alentejana dos Três Pontapés.      &lt;br /&gt;Primeiro eu dou-lhe três pontapés;      &lt;br /&gt;depois você dá-me três pontapés;      &lt;br /&gt;e assim consecutivamente até um de nós desistir!      &lt;br /&gt;O advogado já se estava a sentir violento há um bocado, olhou para o velho e pensou que era fácil dar-lhe uma carga de porrada.      &lt;br /&gt;Por isso, aceitou resolver as coisas segundo o costume local.      &lt;br /&gt;O velho, muito lentamente, saiu do tractor e caminhou até perto do advogado.      &lt;br /&gt;O primeiro pontapé, dado com uma galocha bem pesada, acertou directamente nas bolas do advogado, que caiu de joelhos e vomitou.      &lt;br /&gt;O segundo pontapé quase arrancou o nariz do advogado.      &lt;br /&gt;Quando o advogado caiu de cara, com as dores, o lavrador apontou o terceiro pontapé aos rins, o que fez com que o outro quase desistisse.      &lt;br /&gt;Contudo, o coração negro e vingativo do advogado falou mais forte.      &lt;br /&gt;Ele não desistiu, levantou-se, todo ensanguentado, e disse:      &lt;br /&gt;- Bora, velhote! Agora é a minha vez!      &lt;br /&gt;O lavrador sorriu e disse:      &lt;br /&gt;- Nah! Eu desisto!       &lt;br /&gt;Leve lá o pato!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-3238942584801450616?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/3238942584801450616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=3238942584801450616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/3238942584801450616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/3238942584801450616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-advogado-e-o-alentejano.html' title='O advogado e o alentejano…'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-hocjy7WNjyA/TtvuNXexFKI/AAAAAAAAAtA/JnAL580uGlU/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-3186926499138828303</id><published>2011-12-07T09:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-07T09:58:00.404Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>QUARENTÕES E CINQUENTÕES…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-mRSUd6KR56k/TtvtFW6_7-I/AAAAAAAAAso/u-IUIpe7sFM/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-99WGVWmoKsw/TtvtGAgiHFI/AAAAAAAAAsw/paZ1bh-94mE/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUARENTÕES E CINQUENTÕES,&lt;/b&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;strong&gt;SÃO TÃO RICOS...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;rata no cabelo.&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ouro nos dentes.&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedras nos rins.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Açúcar no sangue.&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Depósitos de Gordura nas ancas.&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chumbo nos pés.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ferro nas articulações.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;e uma fonte inesgotável de Gás Natural.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nunca pensei que a partir dos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;40&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;pudesse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;chegar a ter tanta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;riqueza&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-3186926499138828303?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/3186926499138828303/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=3186926499138828303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/3186926499138828303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/3186926499138828303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/12/quarentoes-e-cinquentoes.html' title='QUARENTÕES E CINQUENTÕES…'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-99WGVWmoKsw/TtvtGAgiHFI/AAAAAAAAAsw/paZ1bh-94mE/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-402419156757146542</id><published>2011-12-05T09:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-05T09:54:00.665Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>preservativos….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Q4_cYIrw2eU/TtvsOp9acPI/AAAAAAAAAsY/WBfQNvoscLY/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-TgZDH1TOGIE/TtvsPi6aEPI/AAAAAAAAAsg/1cb-wlWOJJM/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vai um tipo ao Pingo Doce comprar preservativos.       &lt;br /&gt;Quando está na caixa a pagar, a empregada pergunta:        &lt;br /&gt;- Vai desejar saco ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;i&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;- Não obrigado ! Ela não é assim tão feia !&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-402419156757146542?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/402419156757146542/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=402419156757146542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/402419156757146542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/402419156757146542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/12/preservativos.html' title='preservativos….'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-TgZDH1TOGIE/TtvsPi6aEPI/AAAAAAAAAsg/1cb-wlWOJJM/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-1699982032669700882</id><published>2011-12-03T10:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-03T10:17:00.075Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Capuchinho Vermelho….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Como seria noticiada hoje, em Portugal, a história do Capuchinho Vermelho...    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;TELEJORNAL - RTP1      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Boa noite. Uma menina chegou a ser devorada por um lobo na noite de     &lt;br /&gt;ontem... mas a actuação de um caçador evitou uma tragédia"&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;JORNAL DA NOITE - SIC&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;"Vamos agora dar-lhe conta de uma notícia de última hora. Uma menina     &lt;br /&gt;foi literalmente engolida por um lobo quando se dirigia para casa da     &lt;br /&gt;sua avó! Esta é uma história aterradora mas com um final feliz... o     &lt;br /&gt;Sr. telespectador não vai acreditar mas, esta linda criança foi     &lt;br /&gt;retirada viva da barriga do lobo! Simplesmente genial!"     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;JORNAL NACIONAL - TVI&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;"... onde vamos parar, onde estão as autoridades deste país?! A menina     &lt;br /&gt;ia sozinha para a casa da avó a pé! Não existe transporte público     &lt;br /&gt;naquela zona? Onde está a família desta menina? E a Comissão de     &lt;br /&gt;Protecção de Menores? Tragicamente esta criança foi devorada viva por     &lt;br /&gt;um lobo. Em épocas de crise, até os lobos, animais em vias de     &lt;br /&gt;extinção, resolvem aparecer?? Isto é uma lambada na cara da actual     &lt;br /&gt;governação portuguesa."     &lt;br /&gt;Entretanto manifeste a sua opinião e ligue para:     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="tel:707696901"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;707696901&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; se acha que a culpa é do lobo    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="tel:707696902"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;707696902&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; se acha que a culpa é do capuchinho    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="tel:707696903"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;707696903&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; se acha que a culpa é do governo    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;CORREIO DA MANHÃ&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;"Governo envolvido no escândalo do Lobo"     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;JORNAL DE NOTICIAS&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;"Como chegar à casa da avozinha sem se deixar enganar pelos lobos no caminho"     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;Revista MARIA      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Dez maneiras de levar um lobo à loucura na cama"     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;A BOLA&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;"Lobo será reforço de inverno na Luz"     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;JOGO&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;"Mourinho quer Caçador no Real"     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;LUX      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Na cama com o lobo e a avó"     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;EXPRESSO&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Legenda da foto: "Capuchinho, à direita, aperta a mão do seu salvador".     &lt;br /&gt;Na reportagem, caixa com um zoólogo explicando os hábitos alimentares     &lt;br /&gt;dos lobos e um imenso infográfico mostrando como Capuchinho foi     &lt;br /&gt;devorada e depois salva pelo lenhador.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;PÚBLICO&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;"Lobo que devorou Capuchinho Vermelho seria filiado no PS"     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;O PRIMEIRO DE JANEIRO&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;"Sangue e tragédia na casa da avozinha"     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;CARAS&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Ensaio fotográfico com Capuchinho na semana seguinte:     &lt;br /&gt;Na banheira de hidromassagem, Capuchinho fala à CARAS: "Até ser     &lt;br /&gt;devorada, eu não dava valor à vida. Hoje sou outra pessoa."     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;MAXMEN      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ensaio fotográfico no mês seguinte:     &lt;br /&gt;"Veja o que só o lobo viu"     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;SOL&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;"Gravações revelam que lobo foi assessor político de grande influência"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-1699982032669700882?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/1699982032669700882/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=1699982032669700882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/1699982032669700882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/1699982032669700882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/12/capuchinho-vermelho.html' title='Capuchinho Vermelho….'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-7750864839992029692</id><published>2011-12-01T10:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-01T10:27:00.036Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Pela ultima vez…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-hl1rUGo6uyA/TtbJ_5u_P_I/AAAAAAAAAr4/ntKiiTKxEdw/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Cb9_HjurswU/TtbKAjnRJgI/AAAAAAAAAsA/j0u1gaoR0AI/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="212" height="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;1º de Dezembro&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;Feriado pela ultima vez&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-J_fP--xBtUE/TtbKBlGjf5I/AAAAAAAAAsI/f6FjptZUt9E/s1600-h/image%25255B8%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-JZdADWqPaVg/TtbKCSsEsBI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/lAyLgNN71pc/image_thumb%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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Primeiro deveria ter comido a viúva e depois vindo confessar!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-3213559516743195886?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/3213559516743195886/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=3213559516743195886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/3213559516743195886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/3213559516743195886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/11/mas-e-burro.html' title='Mas é burro!…'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-P5MUD0HG3mk/Tr_wEHRvQLI/AAAAAAAAArY/0BLnvf8aQWk/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-8055938974368641519</id><published>2011-11-21T10:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-21T10:25:00.221Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Cuidado com a parede!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-3ZUz1iewIPU/Tr_vmYsJcRI/AAAAAAAAArA/JBIAMw9S78w/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-97AomcvMdTY/Tr_vnBFdCLI/AAAAAAAAArI/ZopPcmcPng0/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="173" height="159" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Estava a ser realizada uma cerimónia funerária duma mulher que tinha acabado de falecer. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Ao final da cerimonia, os carregadores estavam a levar o caixão para fora, quando, acidentalmente, bateram numa parede, deixando o caixão cair. Eles escutaram um fraco lamento. Abriram o caixão e descobriram que a mulher ainda estava viva! Ela viveu por mais dez anos e, então, morreu.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Mais uma vez uma cerimónia foi realizada e, ao final dela, os carregadores estavam novamente a levar o caixão. Quando eles se aproximaram da porta, o marido gritou:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;&amp;quot;Cuidado com a parede!!!!!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-8055938974368641519?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/8055938974368641519/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=8055938974368641519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/8055938974368641519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/8055938974368641519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/11/cuidado-com-parede.html' title='Cuidado com a parede!!!!!'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-97AomcvMdTY/Tr_vnBFdCLI/AAAAAAAAArI/ZopPcmcPng0/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-1369180444770947385</id><published>2011-11-19T10:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-19T10:23:00.394Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>atire de novo a isca…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-NQZQn02lQvg/Tr_vJ5ndE2I/AAAAAAAAAqw/Tg25QU_HYXw/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-W9h5Z68F_-I/Tr_vLQG3gyI/AAAAAAAAAq4/McUXylg_YJk/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="194" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Um casal idoso estava num cruzeiro e o tempo estava tempestuoso. Eles estavam sentados na traseira do navio, a olhar a lua, quando uma onda veio e levou a velha senhora. Procuraram por ela durante dias, mas não conseguiram encontrá-la.      &lt;br /&gt;O capitão enviou o velho senhor para terra, com a promessa de que o notificaria assim que encontrasse alguma coisa.      &lt;br /&gt;Três semanas passaram-se e finalmente ele recebeu um fax do navio. Ele leu:      &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Senhor: lamento informar que encontramos o corpo da sua esposa no fundo do mar. Nós a içamos para o barco e, presa a ela, tinha uma ostra. Dentro da ostra havia uma pérola que deve valer 50.000 euros. Por favor, diga-nos o que fazer.&amp;quot;      &lt;br /&gt;O velho homem respondeu:      &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Mande-me a pérola e atire de novo a isca.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-1369180444770947385?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/1369180444770947385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=1369180444770947385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/1369180444770947385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/1369180444770947385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/11/atire-de-novo-isca.html' title='atire de novo a isca…'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-W9h5Z68F_-I/Tr_vLQG3gyI/AAAAAAAAAq4/McUXylg_YJk/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-502587786504504211</id><published>2011-11-17T10:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-17T10:21:00.192Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>pum silencioso…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-g3VJOjoZvtc/Tr_ur4ENq9I/AAAAAAAAAqg/V9sA1tBB6BI/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-4IqYV9r7PlM/Tr_us-Jqs7I/AAAAAAAAAqo/YW_KhPaBCzU/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Uma velhota, durante a missa, inclina-se e diz ao ouvido do seu marido:      &lt;br /&gt;- Acabo de soltar um pum silencioso. Que achas que devo fazer?      &lt;br /&gt;O velho responde?      &lt;br /&gt;- Agora nada. Mas quando sairmos vamos comprar pilhas novas para o teu aparelho auditivo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-502587786504504211?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/502587786504504211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=502587786504504211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/502587786504504211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/502587786504504211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/11/pum-silencioso.html' title='pum silencioso…'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-4IqYV9r7PlM/Tr_us-Jqs7I/AAAAAAAAAqo/YW_KhPaBCzU/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-7356897341592785163</id><published>2011-11-15T10:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-15T10:17:00.405Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Onde já se viu ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-3wq3MpeNwE8/Tr_tlLHVnbI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/HJ1SBcNt644/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-SJVqsF6hxxI/Tr_tl00kDnI/AAAAAAAAAqY/gxujsZ3UWQk/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="202" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Onde já se viu ?&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Um cão a conduzir um táxi !!!&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Tá tudo doido...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-7356897341592785163?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/7356897341592785163/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=7356897341592785163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/7356897341592785163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/7356897341592785163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/11/onde-ja-se-viu.html' title='Onde já se viu ?'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-SJVqsF6hxxI/Tr_tl00kDnI/AAAAAAAAAqY/gxujsZ3UWQk/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-4277509988700055502</id><published>2011-11-14T10:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-14T10:15:00.980Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>bom cuzinho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-XQIEtjfANJw/Tr_tN5S4gMI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_iBRPLefJnE/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-WX1rI7Qmkxo/Tr_tOi75t3I/AAAAAAAAAqI/lAfISOlLIz8/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A professora perguntava à turma o que cada um mais gostava.     &lt;br /&gt;- Mariana do quê é que você mais gosta?      &lt;br /&gt;- Das flores, professora.      &lt;br /&gt;- Que bonito! E você, Carlos Diogo?      &lt;br /&gt;- Do aroma das lindas manhãs da primavera, professora.      &lt;br /&gt;- Bonito também, e você, Mariazinha?      &lt;br /&gt;- Do céu professora.      &lt;br /&gt;- Que lindo... E você Rosinha?      &lt;br /&gt;- Das borboletas, professora.      &lt;br /&gt;- Que maravilha... E você Joãozinho?      &lt;br /&gt;- Ah, eu, professora, eu gosto é de cona!      &lt;br /&gt;- O QUÊ?      &lt;br /&gt;- É Sra. professora. Eu gosto mesmo de cona! Cona, cona, cona, cona! Adoro!      &lt;br /&gt;- Não tem mesmo vergonha! Vem cá!      &lt;br /&gt;A professora pega no Joãozinho pela orelha e arrastou-o até à sala da directora e disse:      &lt;br /&gt;- Imagine, estava eu a fazer uma brincadeira com as crianças na sala perguntando o que elas mais gostavam e este rapazola diz-me que gosta é de cona!      &lt;br /&gt;- Como é que é, Joãozinho? -      &lt;br /&gt;- Ah directora, eu gosto mesmo é de cona! Cabeluda, rapadinha, de todos os tipos de cona...      &lt;br /&gt;- MAL-EDUCADO! Vou já chamar o teu pai!      &lt;br /&gt;E chamou o pai do Joãozinho à escola. O homem chega lá, apavorado, querendo saber o que tinha acontecido com o filho. A directora disse:      &lt;br /&gt;- Imagine o senhor que a professora estava a fazer uma brincadeira com as crianças, perguntando do que elas mais gostavam e o seu filho responde-lhe. que gosta é de cona!      &lt;br /&gt;- Ah, foi isso? Não ligue, directora. É um puto novo, inexperiente....Ainda não comeu um bom cuzinho...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-4277509988700055502?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/4277509988700055502/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=4277509988700055502&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/4277509988700055502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/4277509988700055502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/11/bom-cuzinho.html' title='bom cuzinho...'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-WX1rI7Qmkxo/Tr_tOi75t3I/AAAAAAAAAqI/lAfISOlLIz8/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-8584432861079314170</id><published>2011-11-12T10:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-12T10:39:00.436Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>MENSAGEM DO DIA…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2iFlSwaHac/SZWvTNKCRYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7NkZU5Z72mI/s400/brinde%5B1%5D.JPG" width="233" height="176" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;“Um brinde aos nossos defeitos,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;porque as nossas qualidades…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;filho da puta nenhum reconhece!!!”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-8584432861079314170?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/8584432861079314170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=8584432861079314170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/8584432861079314170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/8584432861079314170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/11/mensagem-do-dia.html' title='MENSAGEM DO DIA…'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2iFlSwaHac/SZWvTNKCRYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7NkZU5Z72mI/s72-c/brinde%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-4271612332661874042</id><published>2011-11-10T10:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-10T10:35:00.810Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>NOVA LETRA DO HINO NACIONAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;   &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" alt="Imagem" src="http://www.postimage.org/aV21klii.jpg" /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Heróis do mal       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Pobre Povo       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Nação doente       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;E mortal       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Expulsai os tubarões       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Exploradores de Portugal       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Entre as burlas       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Sem vergonha       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Ó Pátria       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Cala-lhe a voz       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Dessa corja tão atroz       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Que há-de levar-te à miséria       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;P'ra rua,&amp;#160; p'ra rua       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Quem te está a aniquilar       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;P'ra rua, p'ra rua       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Os que só estão a chular       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Contra os burlões       &lt;br /&gt;l&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;utar, lutar !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-4271612332661874042?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/4271612332661874042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=4271612332661874042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/4271612332661874042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/4271612332661874042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/11/nova-letra-do-hino-nacional.html' title='NOVA LETRA DO HINO NACIONAL'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-7901611483423181829</id><published>2011-11-08T10:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-08T10:31:00.531Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Desmaiei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OmaNgcMDGbo/Tb1BNmidSyI/AAAAAAAAAYA/oE9B6aoHhFw/s640/amancio+desmaio.jpg" width="242" height="183" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Tive um pesadelo, acordo, olho-me no espelho e descubro que sou vesgo.     &lt;br /&gt;Procuro freneticamente nos bolsos, para ver a minha fotografia no Bilhete de Identidade, para ver se sou realmente aquele.      &lt;br /&gt;Acho um passaporte e descubro... Sou espanhol... Não pode ser, meu Deus!!!      &lt;br /&gt;Sento-me inconsolável numa cadeira. Mas não é possível! É uma cadeira de rodas, o que significa que, além de ser vesgo e espanhol, sou também deficiente físico!      &lt;br /&gt;É impossível, digo para mim mesmo, que eu seja vesgo, espanhol e deficiente físico...      &lt;br /&gt;- Amoooooor! - grita uma voz atrás de mim. - É o meu namorado... Porra! Sou também maricas!...      &lt;br /&gt;- Foi você que usou a minha seringa?      &lt;br /&gt;- Ó Deus! Vesgo, espanhol, deficiente físico, maricas, viciado e se calhar seropositivo!      &lt;br /&gt;Desesperado, começo a gritar, a chorar, a arrancar os cabelos e... Nãooo!!!!! Sou careca!!!      &lt;br /&gt;Toca o telefone. É meu irmão, que diz:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Já arranjaste trabalho?     &lt;br /&gt;- Que merda, descubro que também sou desempregado!!!      &lt;br /&gt;Tento explicar ao meu irmão que é difícil encontrar trabalho quando se é vesgo, espanhol, deficiente físico, maricas, viciado, talvez seropositivo, careca, mas não consigo, porque... Porque sou gago!!!!      &lt;br /&gt;Transtornado, desligo o telefone, com a única mão que tenho e, com lágrimas nos olhos, vou até a janela olhar a paisagem. Milhões de barracas em meu redor...      &lt;br /&gt;Sinto uma punhalada no pacemaker: além de vesgo, espanhol, deficiente físico, maricas, viciado, talvez seropositivo, careca, gago, desempregado e cardíaco, vivo também numa barraca...      &lt;br /&gt;Começo a ficar indisposto e a sentir um calafrio. Dirijo-me ao guarda-fato para apanhar um casaco e, para minha surpresa, quando abro uma gaveta encontro uma T-Shirt do PSD!!!      &lt;br /&gt;Aí já é demais!!!      &lt;br /&gt;Entro em desespero, pois além de vesgo, espanhol, deficiente físico, maricas, viciado, talvez seropositivo, careca, gago, desempregado, maneta, cardíaco, vivo também numa barraca... e sou simpatizante do PSD?!? P--a que pariu!!!! Haverá pior???      &lt;br /&gt;Nesse momento, o meu namorado regressa e diz:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Amooooooor, vamos, senão chegaremos atrasados ao DRAGÃO para ver o nosso &lt;b&gt;PORTO&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Desmaiei...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-7901611483423181829?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/7901611483423181829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=7901611483423181829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/7901611483423181829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/7901611483423181829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/11/desmaiei.html' title='Desmaiei...'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OmaNgcMDGbo/Tb1BNmidSyI/AAAAAAAAAYA/oE9B6aoHhFw/s72-c/amancio+desmaio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-3257652346505311251</id><published>2011-11-06T22:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-06T22:31:00.653Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>PECADO É PECADO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-cLSTRcO73Y4/TqXnUme2tSI/AAAAAAAAApU/nCC1cgByQug/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-bc-oLmcCyE8/TqXnVO63QSI/AAAAAAAAApc/b5OAxbXHSQo/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Um Lisboeta, trabalhando no duro, suado, fato e gravata, vê um Alentejano deitado numa rede, na maior folga. O Lisboeta não resiste e diz: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;font size="4"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;-Você sabia que a preguiça é um dos sete pecados capitais? &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;E, o Alentejano, sem se mexer, responde: &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;- A inveja também !!!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-3257652346505311251?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/3257652346505311251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=3257652346505311251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/3257652346505311251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/3257652346505311251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/11/pecado-e-pecado.html' title='PECADO É PECADO...'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-bc-oLmcCyE8/TqXnVO63QSI/AAAAAAAAApc/b5OAxbXHSQo/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-2593560620970691273</id><published>2011-11-04T09:28:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-04T16:11:42.282Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>CONVERSA ENTRE DUAS MORTAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;Como é que você morreu ?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;- Morri congelada !      &lt;br /&gt;- Ai que horror ! Deve ter sido horrível, como é morrer congelada?       &lt;br /&gt;- Bom, no começo é muito ruim : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: medium; "&gt;- Primeiro são os arrepios, depois as dores nos dedos das mãos e &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;dos pés, tudo congelando...       &lt;br /&gt; Mas, depois veio um sono muito forte e eu perdi a consciência.       &lt;br /&gt;- E você, como morreu ?       &lt;br /&gt;- Eu ?  Morri de ataque cardíaco.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;  Eu estava desconfiada que meu marido me estivesse a trair.      &lt;br /&gt;  Então, um dia cheguei em casa mais cedo, corri até ao quarto e ele estava na cama, calmamente assistindo televisão.       &lt;br /&gt; Ainda desconfiada, corri até á garagem para ver se encontrava alguma  escondida, mas não encontrei ninguém.       &lt;br /&gt;  Depois, corri até ao andar de cima, mas também não vi ninguém.       &lt;br /&gt;  Então, subi até o sótão e, ao subir as escadas, esbaforida, tive um ataque cardíaco e cai morta.       &lt;br /&gt;- Que pena... Se você tivesse procurado no frigorífico, ainda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt;estaríamos as duas vivas !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-2593560620970691273?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/2593560620970691273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=2593560620970691273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/2593560620970691273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/2593560620970691273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/11/conversa-entre-duas-mortas.html' title='CONVERSA ENTRE DUAS MORTAS'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-3245312383228104975</id><published>2011-11-02T09:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-02T09:10:01.184Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Pai Natal 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-h8lXnJGggYc/TqXidQbAVPI/AAAAAAAAApE/NS3hvR89XDE/s1600-h/image%25255B4%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; 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border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-xHpL3-MWEaM/TqXhKjfUX7I/AAAAAAAAAoo/0XKTt5T1S7U/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="210" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Encontram-se dois alentejanos e pergunta um deles:      &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; - Atão compadri, já conseguiu a carta de condução?       &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; Responde o outro:       &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; - Nam. Chumbê no exame...       &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; Pergunta o primeiro:       &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; - Como é que foi isso?       &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; - Ora, cheguê a uma rotunda onde tava um sinal a dizer 30!       &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; - E atão?       &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; - Dê 30 voltas à rotunda.       &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; - E depois?       &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; - Chumbê.       &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; - Atão porquê, contaste male?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-5505533005298364937?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/5505533005298364937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=5505533005298364937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/5505533005298364937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/5505533005298364937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/10/2-alentejanos.html' title='2 Alentejanos'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-xHpL3-MWEaM/TqXhKjfUX7I/AAAAAAAAAoo/0XKTt5T1S7U/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-566457291527015958</id><published>2011-10-27T09:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T09:58:00.509+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>COM CEGO NÃO SE BRINCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Pjgq0yfbx_A/TqXfyGiOZNI/AAAAAAAAAoU/UAsusmUifYA/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-23N0F7Zm9i0/TqXfytFOtFI/AAAAAAAAAoc/NNIH4OKF7D4/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="116" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;O ceguinho chegou ao restaurante, e pediu um cardápio em braile. O garçom, desculpando-se, disse que não tinha. O ceguinho disse:&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Não faz mal, me traz uma colher suja da cozinha para eu provar a comida.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;O garçom achou estranho, mas atendeu ao pedido. Pegou uma colher usada na cozinha, e deu ao ceguinho. Este lambe a colher e comenta:- HUMMM, ótimo tempero. Camarão, com arroz à grega, pode me trazer esse prato mesmo.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;No dia seguinte, a mesma coisa: - HUMMM, STROGONOF de frango, batata frita, pode trazer esse prato mesmo.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Passou-se uma semana, sempre a mesma coisa, o ceguinho pedia a colher e dizia o prato. O garçom, querendo SACANEAR o ceguinho, resolveu aprontar. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;No outro dia, quando o ceguinho chegou e pediu a colher, o garçom pegou uma colher e chegou pra cozinheira, que, aliás, é sua esposa:- Margareth, eu estou a fim de aprontar pro ceguinho. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Pega essa colher e passa aí na perseguida... A cozinheira atendeu ao pedido, e o garçom levou a colher pro ceguinho. Este colocou a colher na boca, pensou um pouco e disse:&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Ah, você esta de&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; SACANAGEM comigo! Não vai me dizer que a Margareth trabalha aqui!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-566457291527015958?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/566457291527015958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=566457291527015958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/566457291527015958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/566457291527015958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/10/com-cego-nao-se-brinca.html' title='COM CEGO NÃO SE BRINCA'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-23N0F7Zm9i0/TqXfytFOtFI/AAAAAAAAAoc/NNIH4OKF7D4/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-6337422166011341513</id><published>2011-10-25T09:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T09:49:00.219+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>até a ultima moeda….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-fFI9ctC3LDM/TqXd3O-MfyI/AAAAAAAAAoE/lHsTxGjzq6Q/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/--vK6L24NA7I/TqXd3rTZjnI/AAAAAAAAAoM/UEbBXWrLpfY/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="180" height="176" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uma senhora, com seu filho de 5 anos, está&amp;#160; comer num restaurante.De repente, a criança mete uma moeda na boca e engasga-se.     &lt;br /&gt;A mãe tenta fazê-lo cuspir a moeda dando-lhe palmadas nas costas, sem sucesso.      &lt;br /&gt;O menino está começando a mostrar sinais de asfixia e a mãe, desesperada,grita por auxílio.      &lt;br /&gt;Um homem levanta-se de uma mesa próxima, e com surpreendente calma, sem dizer uma palavra, ele baixa as calças do miúdo, segura os seus pequenos testículos, aperta com força, e puxa para baixo violentamente.      &lt;br /&gt;Automaticamente, o garoto com dor irresistível cospe a moeda, e o fulano, com a mesma facilidade com que ele se aproximou, voltou para sua mesa sem dizer uma palavra.      &lt;br /&gt;Após algum tempo, a senhora, já tranquilizada, aproxima-se para agradecer ao senhor por salvar a&amp;#160; vida&amp;#160; de seu filho, e pergunta:      &lt;br /&gt;- Você é médico?      &lt;br /&gt;- Não senhor, eu sou do Governo, e a minha especialidade é&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;espremer tomates até sacar a última moeda&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-6337422166011341513?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/6337422166011341513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=6337422166011341513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/6337422166011341513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/6337422166011341513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/10/ate-ultima-moeda.html' title='até a ultima moeda….'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/--vK6L24NA7I/TqXd3rTZjnI/AAAAAAAAAoM/UEbBXWrLpfY/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-349523950612815513</id><published>2011-10-20T09:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T09:33:00.185+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Politikices……</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-H-3nPTWeXgI/Tp80PmMi81I/AAAAAAAAAnw/rQoGfFcE7P0/s1600-h/image%25255B4%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Utr94OXNP2I/Tp80RGBOtJI/AAAAAAAAAn4/1DNL35aT4xg/image_thumb%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="447" height="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-349523950612815513?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/349523950612815513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=349523950612815513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/349523950612815513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/349523950612815513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/10/politikices.html' title='Politikices……'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Utr94OXNP2I/Tp80RGBOtJI/AAAAAAAAAn4/1DNL35aT4xg/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-4086110080265553983</id><published>2011-10-17T09:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T09:52:00.773+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Longevidade alentejana...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-npPRpPB7TF8/TpddtIe2mKI/AAAAAAAAAng/R-ZZ0diBBJ4/s1600-h/image%25255B3%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-HZq2F7lnzbs/TpddtwcPlSI/AAAAAAAAAno/oRGsoFmULIM/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="151" height="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;O Ti Zé, aproveitando a viagem a Mértola, foi ao médico     &lt;br /&gt;fazer um 'xécápi'.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Pergunta o médico.     &lt;br /&gt;- Sr. José, o senhor está em muito boa forma para 40 anos.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- E eu disse que tinha 40 anos?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Quantos anos o senhor tem?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Fiz 57 em Março.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Não me diga! E quantos anos tinha o seu pai quando morreu?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- E eu disse que meu pai morreu?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Oh, desculpe! Quantos anos tem o seu pai?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- O velho tem 81.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- 81? Que bom! E quantos anos tinha o seu avô quando morreu?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- E eu disse que ele morreu?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Sinto muito. E quantos anos ele tem?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- 103, e ainda anda de bicicleta.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Fico feliz em saber. E o seu bisavô? Morreu de quê?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- E eu disse que ele tinha morrido? Ele está com 124 e vai casar na semana que vem.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Agora já é demais! - Diz o médico revoltado.     &lt;br /&gt;- Por que é que um homem de 124 anos iria &lt;b&gt;querer&lt;/b&gt; casar?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- E eu disse que ele QUERIA se casar? Não queria nada, mas engravidou a rapariga!..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-4086110080265553983?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/4086110080265553983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=4086110080265553983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/4086110080265553983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/4086110080265553983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/10/longevidade-alentejana.html' title='Longevidade alentejana...'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-HZq2F7lnzbs/TpddtwcPlSI/AAAAAAAAAno/oRGsoFmULIM/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-1937635063565414466</id><published>2011-10-16T10:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T10:43:00.124+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>festa de fantasia…….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Qq3jKlbSNqI/TpdboIrX3BI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/CWbS-pc-5iE/s1600-h/image%25255B3%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-DPMepXVYMBA/TpdbpPpcq2I/AAAAAAAAAnY/56ungrNl1ac/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="142" height="144" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Um preto tinha de ir a uma festa de fantasia. Pede então à mulher, uns dias antes, para lhe comprar uma fantasia. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Ao chegar a Casa, à noite, vai ao quarto e vê uma fantasia de Super-Homem em cima da cama.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Muito chateado, diz à mulher: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- 'Mas que merda dos fantasia é essa que TU arranjou? Tu já alguma vez viu Super-Homem preto? Tu vai trocar essa merda já.' &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;No outro dia, foi feita a troca por uma outra fantasia, desta vez de Batman.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;À Noite, há novamente gritaria: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;-'F....., mulher, TU és burra!!! Tu já viu Batman preto??? Tu vai Trocar essa porra outra vez.' &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Na noite seguinte, quando O marido chega a Casa, vai ao quarto e encontra três grandes botões brancos, um cinto branco e um pedaço de madeira comprido. O marido estranha e pergunta: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- 'Mas que merda dos fantasia é essa?' &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A mulher responde: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- 'Tu tira OS roupa, TU cola OS botão nos frente do corpo e TU vai fantasiado de peça de dominó. Se TU não gosta, TU põe OS cinto branco e vai vestido de bolacha Oreo! Se TU ainda não gosta, TU pega nos pau, TU enfia os pau no cu, e TU vai mascarado de Magnum!!!'&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-1937635063565414466?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/1937635063565414466/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=1937635063565414466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/1937635063565414466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/1937635063565414466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/10/festa-de-fantasia.html' title='festa de fantasia…….'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-DPMepXVYMBA/TpdbpPpcq2I/AAAAAAAAAnY/56ungrNl1ac/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-8160526807665105358</id><published>2011-10-15T10:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T10:17:00.821+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Atendimento simpático…..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ud3at9wDNFo/TpdVVCKCPtI/AAAAAAAAAnA/PnK-nJzebww/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-XI2xPJeb7To/TpdVVhuIr9I/AAAAAAAAAnI/rK5ZaHpeqvM/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" border="0" height="244" width="123" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vai um tipo ao Pingo Doce comprar preservativos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando está na caixa a pagar, a empregada pergunta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;      &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Vai desejar saco ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Não obrigado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;! Ela não é assim tão feia !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-8160526807665105358?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/8160526807665105358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=8160526807665105358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/8160526807665105358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/8160526807665105358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/10/atendimento-simpatico.html' title='Atendimento simpático…..'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-XI2xPJeb7To/TpdVVhuIr9I/AAAAAAAAAnI/rK5ZaHpeqvM/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-689666648377005915</id><published>2011-10-14T10:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T10:30:00.581+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Astúcia de uma Mulher Casada...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Uma senhora muito bonita procura um tatuador e pede-lhe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Faça-me na minha virilha esquerda um lindo coelhinho de Páscoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O tatuador trabalhou e fez um perfeito coelhinho, que ela adorou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Agora, faça-me um Pai Natal com o seu saco de presentes na minha virilha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;direita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O tatuador trabalhou e fez um lindo trabalho, que ela aprovou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;incondicionalmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ela perguntou quanto era, pagou e, quando ía sair, o tatuador perguntou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Minha senhora, o seu pedido para mim foi inédito e isso deixou-me muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;curioso. Por favor, diga-me, porquê um coelho de Páscoa numa virilha e um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pai Natal na outra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ela respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- É para eu calar a boca do meu marido, que está sempre a dizer que lá em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;casa não há nada de bom para comer entre a Páscoa e o Natal ...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-689666648377005915?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/689666648377005915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=689666648377005915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/689666648377005915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/689666648377005915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/10/astucia-de-uma-mulher-casada.html' title='Astúcia de uma Mulher Casada...!'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-6027667338051180649</id><published>2011-10-13T10:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T10:44:00.281+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>PREMONIÇÃO INFALÍVEL…..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-p1WP0v4qcb8/TpYYYXPbY3I/AAAAAAAAAmw/Q2zlNW-OxYw/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-dqyjXgFnVmg/TpYYbSvXYcI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TZicZZssP5k/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="120" height="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Um homem vai ao quarto do filho para lhe dar as boas noites. O garoto está a ter um pesadelo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;O pai acorda-o e pergunta-lhe se ele está bem.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;O filho responde que está com medo porque sonhou que a tia Suzana tinha morrido.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;O pai garante-lhe que a tia Suzana está muito bem e manda-o de novo dormir.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;No dia seguinte a tia Suzana morre.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Uma semana depois, o homem volta ao quarto do filho para lhe dar as boas noites.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;O garoto está a ter outro pesadelo, e desta vez diz que sonhou que a avó tinha morrido.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;No dia seguinte a avó morre.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Uma semana depois, o homem vai de novo ao quarto do filho para lhe dar as boas noites.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;O garoto está a ter outro pesadelo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Desta vez o filho diz que sonhou que o pai tinha morrido...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;O pai garante que está muito bem e manda-o de novo dormir. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;No dia seguinte, ele está realmente apavorado, com a certeza de que&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;vai morrer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Sai para o trabalho e conduz com o maior cuidado para evitar colisões.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Não almoça com medo de ser envenenado; evita as pessoas, com medo de ser assassinado, tem um sobressalto em cada rua... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Ao voltar para casa, encontra a esposa e diz:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Meu Deus... Tive o pior dia da minha vida !&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;E ela responde-lhe, toda chorosa:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;-&amp;#160; Tu achas que o teu foi o pior?!?... E o meu chefe, que morreu hoje de manhã assim que chegou ao escritório!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-6027667338051180649?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/6027667338051180649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=6027667338051180649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/6027667338051180649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/6027667338051180649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/10/premonicao-infalivel.html' title='PREMONIÇÃO INFALÍVEL…..'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-dqyjXgFnVmg/TpYYbSvXYcI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TZicZZssP5k/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-2788998582224826321</id><published>2011-10-11T10:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T10:30:01.341+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>produtos chineses!….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um português foi de visita à China e comprou um par de óculos cheios&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt; de tecnologia, que permitiam ver todas as pessoas nuas.     &lt;br /&gt;Manuel coloca os óculos e começa a ver todas as mulheres nuas..., fica      &lt;br /&gt;encantado com a descoberta chinesa.      &lt;br /&gt;- Ponho os óculos..., só vejo mulheres nuas!      &lt;br /&gt;Tiro os óculos..., já as vejo vestidas!      &lt;br /&gt;Que maravilha! Isto sim é tecnologia!!!      &lt;br /&gt;E assim foi o Manuel para Portugal, louco para mostrar a novidade à sua Maria.      &lt;br /&gt;No avião, maravilha-se ao máximo vendo as hospedeiras e as passageiras      &lt;br /&gt;todas nuas.      &lt;br /&gt;Quando chega a casa, entra já com os óculos postos para abraçar a sua      &lt;br /&gt;Maria ...&amp;#160; toda nua.      &lt;br /&gt;Abre a porta de casa e vê a sua Maria a conversar com o seu      &lt;br /&gt;vizinho,todos nus sentados no sofá.      &lt;br /&gt;Tira os óculos..., todos nus!      &lt;br /&gt;Põe os óculos..., todos nus!      &lt;br /&gt;Tira os óculos..., todos nus!      &lt;br /&gt;Põe os óculos..., todos nus!      &lt;br /&gt;Manuel exclama:      &lt;br /&gt;- já avariaram!!! ... uma merda, estes produtos chineses!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-2788998582224826321?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/2788998582224826321/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=2788998582224826321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/2788998582224826321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/2788998582224826321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/10/produtos-chineses.html' title='produtos chineses!….'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-2789161649313402780</id><published>2011-10-08T10:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T10:59:00.473+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Queca Super-Bock</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Um tipo levou a namorada para uma praia deserta. Desaperta-lhe o top do biquíni e ela começa a refilar porque ali não dava jeito, que havia muita areia, que ainda se arranhavam e ia entrar areia por todo o lado, etc...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;O rapaz disse então:     &lt;br /&gt;- Calma! Não há nada que não se resolva!!!      &lt;br /&gt;E foi ao carro buscar uma grande toalha da Super Bock, que estendeu. A namorada deitou-se em cima da toalha. Ao puxar-lhe a cueca do biquíni, uma rajada de vento levantou a ponta da toalha e ela reage novamente, dizendo que se iam encher de areia, que a toalha voava, que se arranhavam, etc...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;E ele:     &lt;br /&gt;- Calma! Tudo se resolve.      &lt;br /&gt;Foi ao carro e trouxe 4 latas de Super Bock, colocando uma em cada canto da toalha, para esta não esvoaçar. Como ela estava sempre a implicar com tudo, teve a ideia de trazer também uma venda do carro e para lhe pôr à volta dos olhos. Continuaram...      &lt;br /&gt;Já a&amp;#160; rapariga estava nua, quando perguntou:      &lt;br /&gt;- Trouxeste preservativo?      &lt;br /&gt;E o namorado:      &lt;br /&gt;- Aqui não tenho, vou buscar ao carro.      &lt;br /&gt;Enquanto foi ao carro, passou um gajo que andava a fazer 'jogging'. Ao deparar com a tipa nua e vendada, deitada na toalha, primeiro aproxima-se, começa a mexer e, como ela não se nega, não hesita e 'por aqui me sirvo': salta-lhe para cima!!!      &lt;br /&gt;Após ter comido a menina,&amp;#160; afasta-se e diz:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;- F..da-se! Com uma campanha destas, agora é que eles rebentam mesmo com os gajos da Sagres...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-2789161649313402780?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/2789161649313402780/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=2789161649313402780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/2789161649313402780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/2789161649313402780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/10/queca-super-bock.html' title='Queca Super-Bock'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-4206833334600001448</id><published>2011-10-06T10:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T10:47:00.495+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Um alentejano no tempo de Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Um alentejano na época de Jesus:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Maria Madalena estava para ser apedrejada quando Jesus resolveu&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;interceder em seu favor diante da multidão que ali estava. Jesus&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;disse:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Quem &lt;u&gt;nunca errou&lt;/u&gt;, que atire a primeira pedra.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Um alentejano, naturalmente presente em todos os lugares e épocas,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;empolgou-se, pegou num tremendo tijolo e acertou na testa de Maria&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Madalena, que caiu redonda.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Jesus, muito entristecido, foi em direcção ao &amp;quot;alentejano&amp;quot;, olhou-o&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;bem nos olhos e perguntou:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Meu filho, diz-me a verdade, nunca erraste na tua vida?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;O alentejano respondeu:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;-&amp;#160; Mestre..., desta distância, nunca !!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-4206833334600001448?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/4206833334600001448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=4206833334600001448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/4206833334600001448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/4206833334600001448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/10/um-alentejano-no-tempo-de-jesus.html' title='Um alentejano no tempo de Jesus'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-3827903015624505105</id><published>2011-10-02T09:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T09:51:00.204+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Atão cumpadri…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;O alentejano mais pobre da aldeia só tinha uma bicicleta, mas um dia     &lt;br /&gt;aparece no Café Central com um descapotável.      &lt;br /&gt;Admirados, perguntam os conterrâneos:      &lt;br /&gt;-Atão cumpadri, onde arranjou esse carrito?      &lt;br /&gt;-Nem calculam! Na estrada vi uma moça, por acaso bem jêtosa, a chorar e perguntê:       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;- o que é que se passa?     &lt;br /&gt;Atão ela disse-me:       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;- veja lá, um carrinho tão novo e já avariado!'.     &lt;br /&gt;Atão, abri o motor, liguê dois fiositos e pronto! O carro estava      &lt;br /&gt;arranjado. Atão ela puxou-me para trás de um chaparro, despiu-se toda e disse-me:      &lt;br /&gt;- para pagar o trabalho que o senhor teve, faça o que quiser!      &lt;br /&gt;- E ê fiz o que quis: meti-me no carrito e abalê com ele!'      &lt;br /&gt;Em coro, respondem os outros:      &lt;br /&gt;- E vossemecê fez munto bên! De certeza que a roupa tamên nã lhe servia...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-3827903015624505105?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/3827903015624505105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=3827903015624505105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/3827903015624505105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/3827903015624505105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/10/atao-cumpadri.html' title='Atão cumpadri…'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-4843842872092246649</id><published>2011-10-01T16:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T16:25:24.262+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Galo x peru</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-jd5tLW7mxqQ/Tocw4Bx4-OI/AAAAAAAAAmo/9jXsFpQ51Nw/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-0nrXHrhrjHA/Tocw42cXRPI/AAAAAAAAAms/ar6alh1a4gc/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="204" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Uma galinha põe um ovo de meio quilo. Jornais, televisão, repórteres... todos atrás da galinha.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Como conseguiu esta façanha, Srª Galinha?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Segredo de família...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- E os planos para o futuro?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Pôr um ovo de um quilo!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Então as atenções voltam-se para o galo...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Como conseguiram tal façanha, Sr. Galo?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Segredo de família...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- E os planos para o futuro?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Partir os cornos ao Peru!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-4843842872092246649?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/4843842872092246649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=4843842872092246649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/4843842872092246649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/4843842872092246649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/10/galo-x-peru.html' title='Galo x peru'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-0nrXHrhrjHA/Tocw42cXRPI/AAAAAAAAAms/ar6alh1a4gc/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-5061137147149625799</id><published>2011-09-30T10:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T10:44:00.128+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Motoqueiros….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Dk2aztJJW68/TnfF6guEugI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Ua-jFG_36jk/s1600-h/image%25255B3%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-jebwI4ShFKg/TnfF8qmKzDI/AAAAAAAAAk0/7JUS6f32vjI/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="162" height="159" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um alentejano está a comer ao balcão de um restaurante na estrada,       &lt;br /&gt;quando entram três motoqueiros de Lisboa,&amp;#160; (aqueles gajos que vestem roupas de couro preto, cheias de coisas cromadas e        &lt;br /&gt;que gostam de mostrar sua força quando estão em bando).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;p&gt;O primeiro, vai até ao alentejano, apaga o cigarro em cima do bife       &lt;br /&gt;dele e vai sentar-se na ponta do balcão.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;O segundo, vai até ao alentejano, cospe no copo dele e vai sentar-se       &lt;br /&gt;na outra ponta do balcão.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;O terceiro, vira o prato do alentejano e também vai sentar-se junto       &lt;br /&gt;dos outros...&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;Sem uma palavra de protesto, o alentejano levanta-se, põe o boné já       &lt;br /&gt;gasto na cabeça e vai-se embora.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;Depois de algum tempo, um dos motoqueiros diz ao empregado do restaurante:       &lt;br /&gt;- Aquele gajo não era grande homem!&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Era mesmo um banana, - remata o segundo motoqueiro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;E o empregado:       &lt;br /&gt;- Nem grande motorista ... acabou de passar com o TIR por cima de três motas que estavam ali paradas!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-5061137147149625799?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/5061137147149625799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=5061137147149625799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/5061137147149625799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/5061137147149625799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/09/motoqueiros.html' title='Motoqueiros….'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-jebwI4ShFKg/TnfF8qmKzDI/AAAAAAAAAk0/7JUS6f32vjI/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-1819955230167165581</id><published>2011-09-28T10:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T10:40:00.743+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Isso é que é um Maridão….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A mulher acorda o marido no meio da noite e diz, emocionada:        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- &amp;quot;Querido, sonhei que você estava me dando um colar de brilhantes!        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;O que será que esse sonho quer dizer?&amp;quot;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Bl8tbpMmD8s/TnfE23Or8hI/AAAAAAAAAkY/P9sA-i0VixA/s1600-h/image%25255B11%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-JqOS2kCvwKc/TnfE3fWnvGI/AAAAAAAAAkc/G0IY3gMQCaM/image_thumb%25255B5%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="152" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;E ele responde:        &lt;br /&gt;- &amp;quot;Você vai saber&amp;#160; no dia do seu aniversário meu amor...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;O aniversário chega, o marido entra em casa com uma caixa&amp;#160; retangular, maravilhosamente decorada. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-6nxQtmdMT_0/TnfE4-76YII/AAAAAAAAAkg/NFShcdKOwHU/s1600-h/image%25255B7%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-tJAFWGRXELY/TnfE56UsQHI/AAAAAAAAAkk/R9Wk1lNCgZA/image_thumb%25255B3%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="217" height="178" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A mulher se agarra ao pacote quase chorando de emoção, rasga o papel, abre a caixa e dentro encontra um livro: &lt;/b&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-HohKa-gDNkk/TnfE88L241I/AAAAAAAAAko/ruXwxAkLaQI/s1600-h/image%25255B3%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-oMopMs4KiOE/TnfE9Q3XRfI/AAAAAAAAAks/ZGrSG-KEe18/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="193" height="196" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-1819955230167165581?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/1819955230167165581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=1819955230167165581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/1819955230167165581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/1819955230167165581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/09/isso-e-que-e-um-maridao.html' title='Isso é que é um Maridão….'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-JqOS2kCvwKc/TnfE3fWnvGI/AAAAAAAAAkc/G0IY3gMQCaM/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B5%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-5093020941481084083</id><published>2011-09-26T10:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T10:26:00.132+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>AS VELHAS SABEM TUDO….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-23_WrqeFh5c/TnfCmvcwZPI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/IX44lCKJ9aw/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-2hEuHlscXbA/TnfCnf_0D8I/AAAAAAAAAkU/PBxLnlx9mWs/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="182" height="204" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;Num tribunal de uma pequena cidade, o advogado de acusação chamou a sua&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;primeira testemunha, uma avó de idade avançada.&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;Aproximou-se da testemunha e perguntou:&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;- D. Ermelinda, a senhora conhece-me?&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;- Claro. Conheço-te desde pequenino e francamente, desiludiste-me. Mentes descaradamente a todo o mundo, enganas a tua mulher com a&amp;#160; secretária, ainda fizestes um filho na tua cunhada, e deste-lhe dinheiro para se livrar da barriga, manipulas as pessoas e falas mal delas pelas costas. Julgas que és uma grande personalidade quando não tens sequer inteligência suficiente para ser varredor. É claro que te conheço. Se conheço...&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;O advogado ficou branco, sem saber que fazer. Depois de pensar um pouco, apontou para o outro extremo da sala e perguntou:&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;- D. Ermelinda, conhece o defensor oficioso?&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;- Claro que sim. Também o conheço desde a infância. É frouxo, não tem tomates para manter a mulher na linha, ela anda a fornicar com os empregados da casa, o motorista, o jardineiro e até o carteiro dorme com ela, todo o mundo sabe, tem problemas com a bebida, não consegue ter uma relação normal com ninguém e na qualidade de advogado, bem... é um dos piores profissionais que conheço. Não me esqueço também de referir que engana a mulher com três mulheres diferentes, uma das quais, curiosamente, é a tua própria mulher.&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;Sim, também o conheço. E muito bem.&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;O defensor, ficou em estado de choque.&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;Então, o Juiz pediu a ambos os advogados que se aproximassem do estrado e com uma voz muito ténue diz-lhes:&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;-Se algum dos dois perguntar à puta da velha se me conhece, juro-vos que vão todos presos !&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-5093020941481084083?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/5093020941481084083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=5093020941481084083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/5093020941481084083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/5093020941481084083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/09/as-velhas-sabem-tudo.html' title='AS VELHAS SABEM TUDO….'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-2hEuHlscXbA/TnfCnf_0D8I/AAAAAAAAAkU/PBxLnlx9mWs/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-2106861465060981722</id><published>2011-09-24T11:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T11:25:01.081+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Ê cá nã falê consigo…</title><content type='html'>&lt;h5 align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-nuPXvGxJ1To/TnfBWPqPGbI/AAAAAAAAAkI/CNPu6wZwn7I/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-OtUhE5H7jMU/TnfBWrHv4_I/AAAAAAAAAkM/vyoSpnXlvtE/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="129" height="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Dois alentejanos, zangados há muito tempo, passam um pelo outro, num caminho.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Um deles leva um bovino à frente. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Diz o outro:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Atão, vais passear o boi?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;O outro, muito admirado:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Atão essa agora, compadre? A gente nã se fala há tanto tempo, e vem agora cá com conversas! Além do mais enganou-se isto nã é um boi, é uma vaca.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Resposta do primeiro:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Ê cá nã falê consigo. Foi com a vaca!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-2106861465060981722?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/2106861465060981722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=2106861465060981722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/2106861465060981722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/2106861465060981722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/09/e-ca-na-fale-consigo.html' title='Ê cá nã falê consigo…'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-OtUhE5H7jMU/TnfBWrHv4_I/AAAAAAAAAkM/vyoSpnXlvtE/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-2163352343499480182</id><published>2011-09-22T10:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T10:22:00.312+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>A vaca….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-IxqjCuKAnwU/TnfApSTGUrI/AAAAAAAAAkA/2q72AnxVKH4/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-bdxcFP4erOY/TnfAqAm9aoI/AAAAAAAAAkE/636pILoPrZ4/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="172" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Algures no Alentejo, na época da cobrição.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Jaquinita, jovem vizinha, e amiga lá da casa há muitos anos, assiste espantada ao acto, em vias de ser consumado entre um viril touro de 330 quilos, e uma vaca. Manuelito, inspirado pelo momento, não resiste e segreda ao ouvido da sua jovem vizinha:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Gostava tanto de poder fazer aquilo Jaquinita...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A miúda responde prontamente:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- E porque é que na fazes? A vaca é tua!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-2163352343499480182?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/2163352343499480182/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=2163352343499480182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/2163352343499480182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/2163352343499480182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/09/vaca.html' title='A vaca….'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-bdxcFP4erOY/TnfAqAm9aoI/AAAAAAAAAkE/636pILoPrZ4/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-6784400867787334106</id><published>2011-09-21T10:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T10:18:00.845+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>palavras cruzadas….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-EkGYI1OXuqA/Tne_-DJIpwI/AAAAAAAAAj4/lEhPkUbT094/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-dGRsFUqFlQI/Tne_-_UkkgI/AAAAAAAAAj8/KZ1jb34BD40/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Um alentejano, fazendo as palavras cruzadas:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Compadri... &amp;quot;órgão sexual feminino&amp;quot; com 4 letras.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;O compadre repete, pensativo:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- &amp;quot;Órgão sexual feminino com 4 letras...&amp;quot; Na tô vendo!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- A segunda é um &amp;quot;o&amp;quot; e a quarta é um &amp;quot;a&amp;quot;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;O compadre tira o chapéu, coça a cabeça e pergunta:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Ó compadri, é verticali ou horizontali?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Horizontali.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Atâo já sê... É a &amp;quot;boca&amp;quot;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-6784400867787334106?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/6784400867787334106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=6784400867787334106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/6784400867787334106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/6784400867787334106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/09/palavras-cruzadas.html' title='palavras cruzadas….'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-dGRsFUqFlQI/Tne_-_UkkgI/AAAAAAAAAj8/KZ1jb34BD40/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-6119500061340745585</id><published>2011-09-20T10:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T10:16:00.328+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Trabalhadores Japoneses…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-nI9QUD2QS0g/Tne_XeAbPhI/AAAAAAAAAjw/ZojuZrqU90Y/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-97QY7mv6-o4/Tne_Xyl89ZI/AAAAAAAAAj0/9hjPnvOfhLE/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="241" height="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uma multinacional japonesa recebeu um engenheiro japonês aqui em Portugal para ensinar os seus funcionários. &lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Passado alguns dias o japonês foi falar com o presidente da empresa e reclamou:&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Japonês muito chateado com portugueses, né !&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Mas porquê? O que aconteceu?&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Japonês não gostou do apelido que colocaram, né!&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Mas que apelido foi esse?&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- portugueses chama japonês de hemorroida?&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Mas isso é uma vergonha. &lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E convoca os funcionários para uma reunião.&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Vocês não têm vergonha de fazer uma coisa destas, chamar este senhor de hemorroida? Eu não quero mais ouvir isso aqui! De hoje em diante, chamem-no pelo&amp;#160; nome...&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;aliás, como é mesmo o seu nome?&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- SAYSANG DO KU...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-6119500061340745585?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/6119500061340745585/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=6119500061340745585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/6119500061340745585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/6119500061340745585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/09/trabalhadores-japoneses.html' title='Trabalhadores Japoneses…'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-97QY7mv6-o4/Tne_Xyl89ZI/AAAAAAAAAj0/9hjPnvOfhLE/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-7457273555534724957</id><published>2011-09-19T10:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T10:23:00.075+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Novo imposto, já a partir de OUTUBRO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-GitsEVHvAmg/TnOwltrcPuI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FGrXE_8ovcI/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-1qCfDf15twQ/TnOwmFY2v6I/AAAAAAAAAjk/LBL3T1goQhA/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" border="0" height="189" width="119" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Informa-se que o Governo fez contas no Magalhães e, para ajudar a superar a crise, vai criar o Imposto do Pénis. &lt;br /&gt;Até agora o pénis tinha escapado ao IRS. As razões eram estar 99% do tempo pendurado sem emprego, 0,2% do tempo  trabalhar às mijinhas, 0,5% do tempo ter trabalho duro e 0,3% do tempo estar metido num buraco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Além disso, não ajuda nada ter dois dependentes que não arranjam trabalho em lado algum e não têm onde se meter. &lt;br /&gt;A taxa do imposto variará conforme o tamanho, com os escalões seguintes: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;25 a 30 cm - imposto sobre bens de luxo...........€ 30.00 &lt;br /&gt;20 a 24 cm - imposto sobre postes................. € 25.00 &lt;br /&gt;14 a 19 cm - imposto sobre a classe média.........€15.00 &lt;br /&gt;10 a 13 cm - imposto sobre a maçada............... €  3.00 &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Machos que excedam os 30 cm terão que declarar mais-valias de capital. &lt;br /&gt;Qualquer macho abaixo dos 10 cm tem direito a um crédito de imposto. &lt;br /&gt;É obrigatório pagar dentro do prazo. Não serão concedidos prolongamentos! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;PDP (Perguntas Do Pénis): &lt;br /&gt;- Haverá multas para levantamentos antecipados? &lt;br /&gt;- O que acontece quando um pénis trabalha por conta própria? &lt;br /&gt;- Quem tiver vários(as) parceiros(as) conta como sociedade? &lt;br /&gt;- As despesas com preservativos são dedutíveis como roupa de trabalho? &lt;br /&gt;- Haverá um agravamento da taxa de imposto para quem não for circuncisado. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Direção de Serviços do IRS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-7457273555534724957?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/7457273555534724957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=7457273555534724957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/7457273555534724957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/7457273555534724957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/09/novo-imposto-ja-partir-de-outubro.html' title='Novo imposto, já a partir de OUTUBRO!!'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-1qCfDf15twQ/TnOwmFY2v6I/AAAAAAAAAjk/LBL3T1goQhA/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-3926534768187611820</id><published>2011-09-18T10:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T10:29:00.762+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Quando a saúde for privada !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-RpVJr3ko73c/TnOxrSSgOpI/AAAAAAAAAjo/DKSJRVGMkJE/s1600-h/image%25255B3%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Y9mLhjd9k6k/TnOxsLi-loI/AAAAAAAAAjs/9vfPLv6xe1w/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="186" height="153" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Diz um médico para outro:       &lt;br /&gt;- Esse paciente deve ser operado imediatamente!        &lt;br /&gt;- Ai sim...? Então o que tem?        &lt;br /&gt;- Dinheiro!!! Montes dele!!!        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O paciente está deitado na cama, no mesmo quarto estão o seu médico,       &lt;br /&gt;advogado, esposa e filhos.        &lt;br /&gt;Todos eles esperam pelo último suspiro, quando de repente, o paciente        &lt;br /&gt;senta-se, olha em volta e grita:        &lt;br /&gt;- Assassinos, ladrões, traidores, canalhas!!!.        &lt;br /&gt;Volta a deitar-se na cama e então o médico, confuso&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt; diz:       &lt;br /&gt;Acho que o paciente apresenta melhoras....        &lt;br /&gt;- Por que diz isso, doutor? - pergunta a esposa.        &lt;br /&gt;- Porque ele reconheceu-nos a todos...&lt;/b&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estavam a operar um paciente.&lt;/b&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;De repente, entra um médico no bloco operatório e grita:       &lt;br /&gt;- Parem tudo!!! Parem o transplante!!! Há uma rejeição!...        &lt;br /&gt;- Uma rejeição...? Do rim, doutor? - pergunta um dos médicos da equipa.        &lt;br /&gt;- NÃO!!! Do cheque !!!. O cheque não tem cobertura!...        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um mulher fez plástica de tudo - nariz, pescoço, mãos, pele, facial, etc       &lt;br /&gt;No pós operatório o cirurgião pergunta-lhe:        &lt;br /&gt;- Ficou satisfeita, ou deseja mais alguma coisa?        &lt;br /&gt;- Sim. Creio que gostaria de ter os olhos maiores e mais expressivos....        &lt;br /&gt;- Nada é mais fácil, minha senhora. Enfermeira!!! Traga a conta da senhora, por favor!...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-3926534768187611820?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/3926534768187611820/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=3926534768187611820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/3926534768187611820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/3926534768187611820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/09/quando-saude-for-privada.html' title='Quando a saúde for privada !!!!'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Y9mLhjd9k6k/TnOxsLi-loI/AAAAAAAAAjs/9vfPLv6xe1w/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-3579740029686573143</id><published>2011-09-17T13:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T13:33:00.225+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>O Mordomo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;O velho Conde retornando de seu passeio matinal, chega à sua mansão e é recebido pelo seu mordomo, que, desmedidamente respeitoso, com um largo sorriso e uma reverência, abre-lhe a porta e, de cabeça baixa, o saúda dizendo:&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;- Entre, seu grande filho de uma puta!!! De onde é que o idiota do Conde vem com essa cara de veado velho?      &lt;br /&gt;E o Conde, sorridente, lhe responde:&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;- Do otorrino... Acabo de comprar um aparelho auditivo!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-3579740029686573143?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/3579740029686573143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=3579740029686573143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/3579740029686573143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/3579740029686573143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-mordomo.html' title='O Mordomo'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-8482921702386963798</id><published>2011-09-16T10:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T10:00:04.209+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>A CUE CA DO PAI</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-E64AADbVESo/Tm_hHd-x3kI/AAAAAAAAAjY/UF2VDj4gzfc/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-0lnwbPTs9qE/Tm_hIhlds8I/AAAAAAAAAjc/DMT-XvlD1mY/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="149" height="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A professora pede ao Joãozinho:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Diga três coisas de chupar!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Picolé.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Tá bem. Mais uma.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Pirulito.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Muito bom, agora diga a última!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Cue ca , professora.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Errado! Cue ca não é de chupar!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Claro que é! Ainda ontem ouvi minha mãe dizendo para o meu pai&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;'Tira a cue ca que eu quero chupar!'&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-8482921702386963798?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/8482921702386963798/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=8482921702386963798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/8482921702386963798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/8482921702386963798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/09/cue-ca-do-pai.html' title='A CUE CA DO PAI'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-0lnwbPTs9qE/Tm_hIhlds8I/AAAAAAAAAjc/DMT-XvlD1mY/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-132793720194540330</id><published>2011-09-15T09:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T09:55:00.819+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>PERDOAR OS NOSSOS INIMIGOS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-BcBYaML0RoM/Tm_feoS8kNI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/PGyzJRslLzA/s1600-h/image%25255B3%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-zsG2LEGkLZg/Tm_ffBDkV2I/AAAAAAAAAjU/r0KIOtPYNP0/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="201" height="176" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quase no final da prática dominical o sacerdote perguntou aos fiéis, na igreja:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quantos de vós conseguiram perdoar os seus inimigos?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;A maioria levantou a mão. O sacerdote repetiu a mesma pergunta e então todos levantaram a mão, menos uma pequena e frágil velhinha.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;Senhora Maria? A senhora não está disposta a perdoar os seus inimigos?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu não tenho inimigos!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot; Respondeu ela, docemente.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;Senhora Maria, isto é muito raro!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot; Disse o sacerdote, e perguntou: &amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;Qual a idade da senhora?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;E ela respondeu:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;99 anos!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;O público presente na igreja levantou-se e aplaudiu a idosa, entusiasticamente.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doce senhora Maria, conte-nos como se vive 99 anos e não se tem inimigos?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;A doce e angelical velhinha dirige-se ao altar e diz em tom solene, olhando para o público emocionado:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;Já morreram todos, aqueles filhos da &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;put...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:66721397-FF69-4ca6-AEC4-17E6B3208830:946434b2-b8de-4c49-841e-008c864a5ad5" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;table style="outline:none;border-style:none;margin:0px;padding:0px;width:448px;border-collapse:collapse;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="margin:0px;padding:0px;outline:none;border-style:none;width:auto"&gt;&lt;a style="outline:none;border-style:none;margin:0px;padding:0px;" target="_blank" href="https://skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?cid=d7314417ba5d53df&amp;amp;page=play&amp;amp;resid=D7314417BA5D53DF%21162&amp;amp;type=5&amp;amp;authkey=S*LFEDM3NYs%24&amp;amp;Bsrc=Photomail&amp;amp;Bpub=SDX.Photos"&gt;&lt;img style="outline:none;border-style:none;padding:0px;margin:0px;border:0px;background:none;background-image:none;vertical-align:bottom;" alt="Ver álbum" title="Ver álbum" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-lAaHP-NWdno/TkmY1mGJVYI/AAAAAAAAAbU/4sQFZAWwPf4/Leon%25255B8%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="width:448px;text-align:center;overflow:visible;padding:0px;margin:0px;"&gt;                                            &lt;div style="width:448px;overflow:visible;"&gt;&lt;a style="text-decoration:none;" href="https://skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?cid=d7314417ba5d53df&amp;amp;page=browse&amp;amp;resid=D7314417BA5D53DF%21162&amp;amp;type=5&amp;amp;authkey=S*LFEDM3NYs%24&amp;amp;Bsrc=Photomail&amp;amp;Bpub=SDX.Photos" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:1.26em;padding:0px;width:448px;font-family:'Segoe UI', helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:26pt;" defaulttext="Introduza o nome do álbum aqui"  &gt;Leon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                            &lt;div style="text-align:center;padding:9px 0px 0px 0px;margin:0px 0px 0px 0px;font-family:'Segoe UI', helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:8pt;"&gt;                                                &lt;table style="text-align:center;width:auto;margin-left:auto;margin-right:auto;padding:0px;outline:none;border-style:none;border-collapse:collapse;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; 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&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-moI9-Bbelr0/TjnaTNvJw_I/AAAAAAAAAa8/GPYv1bpO5x4/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-y5dGPnqV20Q/TjnaTmRxwjI/AAAAAAAAAbA/i2MtahYBs6U/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="191" height="244"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Certo dia um marido diz para a mulher:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Amor, tenho um plano para pouparmos dinheiro. Sempre que dermos uma queca, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;ponho uma nota de 10 euros no mealheiro e, no fim do ano, abrimos para ver o que juntamos. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A mulher concordou.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;No final do ano, quando o marido abriu o mealheiro, não só encontrou notas de 10 euros, mas também de 20 e de 50... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;-Dasss! Como é que estas notas apareceram aqui?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;E a mulher responde:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Deves pensar que toda a gente é forreta como tu!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-5316732572727580043?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/5316732572727580043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=5316732572727580043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/5316732572727580043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/5316732572727580043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-forreta.html' title='O FORRETA….'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-y5dGPnqV20Q/TjnaTmRxwjI/AAAAAAAAAbA/i2MtahYBs6U/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-6238616076678138243</id><published>2011-08-06T10:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T10:51:00.290+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Sermão…</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-4oSVxHbPA5k/TjnfG-8MFaI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Aj8zv3MeqWw/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-_OUu9WYtgZw/TjnfHv1zFlI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/AwEOJYxr6-I/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="216"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Num táxi, um padre senta-se ao lado de um bêbado que, com dificuldade, lê o jornal.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;De repente, com a voz 'empastada', o bêbado pergunta ao padre:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- O senhor sabe o que é artrite? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;O padre pensa logo em aproveitar a oportunidade para dar um sermão ao bêbado e responde:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- É uma doença provocada pela vida pecaminosa e sem regras: excesso de consumo de álcool, certamente mulheres perdidas, promiscuidade, sexo, farras e outras coisas que nem ouso dizer...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;O bêbado arregalou os olhos e continuou lendo o jornal.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Pouco depois o padre, achando que tinha sido muito duro com o bêbado, tenta amenizar:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Há quanto tempo é que o senhor está com artrite?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Eu???... Eu não tenho artrite!... Diz o jornal que quem tem é o &lt;u&gt;Papa&lt;/u&gt; !&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-6238616076678138243?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/6238616076678138243/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=6238616076678138243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/6238616076678138243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/6238616076678138243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/08/sermao.html' title='Sermão…'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-_OUu9WYtgZw/TjnfHv1zFlI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/AwEOJYxr6-I/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-4105937597789491275</id><published>2011-08-05T10:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T10:47:02.298+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Bêbado….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ZwAdhVMJZVQ/TjneJuuMh9I/AAAAAAAAAbE/j5ui-OOXOKw/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-WaWlpRTHek4/TjneKWH4p_I/AAAAAAAAAbI/dHhJYcdyScE/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="161" height="244"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uma mulher foi ao supermercado, e levava isto no carrinho:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 litro de leit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;e&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 caixa de ovos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 pacote de sumo de laranja&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 embalagem de fiambre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 alface&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 pacote de café&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estava a colocar as compras no tapete rolante da caixa e atrás dela estava um fulano perdido de bêbado a observar enquanto a funcionária fazia os registos. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando ela terminou, ele disse:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;- "Deves ser solteira...".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ficou admirada com este comentário, mas curiosa porque de facto sou solteira.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;Olhou para os seis artigos que tinha acabado de comprar e não achei que houvesse nada que pudesse denunciar o meu estado civil.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sem conseguir conter-me de curiosidade, disse:&amp;nbsp; "Você está absolutamente certo.&amp;nbsp; Mas como é que chegou a essa conclusão?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;O bêbado respondeu:&amp;nbsp; "Porque és feia como a merda !!!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-4105937597789491275?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/4105937597789491275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=4105937597789491275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/4105937597789491275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/4105937597789491275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/08/bebado.html' title='Bêbado….'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-WaWlpRTHek4/TjneKWH4p_I/AAAAAAAAAbI/dHhJYcdyScE/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-845167961130192161</id><published>2011-08-04T10:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T10:17:00.723+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>CEM EUROS SÃO CEM EUROS!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-7k14Csm5i0o/TjiFvKQtc5I/AAAAAAAAAa0/7LEfCc-Sx7Q/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-TCvXs7BYAZQ/TjiFvuFUk1I/AAAAAAAAAa4/S_ucBMpUDvo/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="157"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Um casal de idosos, Manel e Maria, ia todos os anos a um espectáculo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt; aéreo no aniversário de Manel.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;No 85º aniversário de Manel, este vira-se para a mulher e diz:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Maria, tenho 85 anos, quero andar de helicóptero, pode ser a última&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt; oportunidade que tenho!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Mas Manel, andar de helicóptero custa 100 euros, isso é muito&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt; dinheiro! A nossa pensão é muito pequena!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;O piloto não conseguiu evitar ouvir a conversa e fez-lhes uma proposta:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Oiçam, fazemos um acordo. Eu ofereço-vos uma viagem, desde que não&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt; dêem um pio durante a mesma! Qualquer palavra ou grito que dêem e o acordo acaba.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;O Manel e a Maria aceitaram e lá foram eles. O piloto subiu, desceu,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt; virou o helicóptero ao contrário, zig zags, muitas manobras que fariam qualquer um gritar, mas nenhum deles abriu a boca! Ao voltar para terra, o piloto mostrou-se muito admirado, e disse:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Fabuloso, fiz manobras que fariam qualquer piloto da força aérea&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;berrar, mas de vocês não ouvi nada! Parabéns! Prometido é cumprido,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt; não cobro nada pela viagem!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Diz o Manel:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;- Eu estive para dizer qualquer coisa quando a Maria caiu do&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;helicóptero, mas 100 euros são 100 euros!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-845167961130192161?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/845167961130192161/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=845167961130192161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/845167961130192161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/845167961130192161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/08/cem-euros-sao-cem-euros.html' title='CEM EUROS SÃO CEM EUROS!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-TCvXs7BYAZQ/TjiFvuFUk1I/AAAAAAAAAa4/S_ucBMpUDvo/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-6256847463836856187</id><published>2011-08-03T11:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T11:14:00.546+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Pediatra…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-wJYypxWWLx8/TjiE0nlNhdI/AAAAAAAAAas/SMVyy6pNud4/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-1eA5wDjUVpI/TjiE1A_tDSI/AAAAAAAAAaw/F0zpMCrM3yQ/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="172" height="161"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Uma mulher leva um bebê ao consultório do pediatra.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Depois da apresentação o médico começa a examinar o bebê vê que o seu peso está abaixo do normal e pergunta: &lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- O bebê bebe leite materno ou mamadeira? &lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Leite materno - diz a senhora. &lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Então, por favor, mostre-me os seus seios... &lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A mulher obedece e o médico toca, apalpa, aperta ambos os seios; gira os dedos nos mamilos; primeiro suavemente, depois com mais força, coloca as mãos em baixo e os levanta; uma vez, duas vezes; três vezes, num exame detalhado; inconformado chupa os mamilos diversas vezes. Sacode a cabeça para ambos os lados e diz: &lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Pode colocar a blusa. &lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Depois da senhora estar novamente recomposta o médico diz: &lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- É claro que o bebê tem peso a menos... a senhora não tem leite nenhum. &lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Eu sei, doutor, eu sou a avó, mas adorei ter vindo!!&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-6256847463836856187?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/6256847463836856187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=6256847463836856187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/6256847463836856187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/6256847463836856187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/08/pediatra.html' title='Pediatra…'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-1eA5wDjUVpI/TjiE1A_tDSI/AAAAAAAAAaw/F0zpMCrM3yQ/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-91566664700526093</id><published>2011-07-31T11:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T11:39:00.642+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Querido, eu ando a tentar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-qNn9TJywWdc/TjSIOu0XjWI/AAAAAAAAAak/jeISyVMmPug/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-NwWNyfKrJkw/TjSIPRQwEDI/AAAAAAAAAao/gmoUCUU19ks/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="200"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;O marido chega a casa e encontra a mulher na cama com um anão.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;- Sua cabra, não tinhas prometido que nunca mais me traias?!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;- Querido, eu ando a tentar... Como podes ver, já estou a reduzir !&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-91566664700526093?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/91566664700526093/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=91566664700526093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/91566664700526093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/91566664700526093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/07/querido-eu-ando-tentar.html' title='Querido, eu ando a tentar...'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-NwWNyfKrJkw/TjSIPRQwEDI/AAAAAAAAAao/gmoUCUU19ks/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-7178487558174246493</id><published>2011-07-27T10:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T10:39:00.560+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Impotente a 300%</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-voJBCXxMOeE/Tis_039Y1aI/AAAAAAAAAac/GuRGuUGtMrw/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-sE7mHdu4xZ8/Tis_1G23snI/AAAAAAAAAag/JV1qM7oKK0g/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="137"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;Duas amigas encontram-se ocasionalmente.&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;Elas já não se viam há muito tempo e começaram a pôr a conversa em dia...&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;- Então como vais? Tá tudo bem contigo?&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;- Vou andando... O meu marido está com um grande problema....&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;- Que problema ?&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;- Está Impotente a 300%...&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;- A 300% ?! Eu só conhecia a 100%....&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;- A 100% eu já sabia, mas agora entalou os dedos numa porta e para agravar o problema tem a língua queimada...&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-7178487558174246493?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/7178487558174246493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=7178487558174246493&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/7178487558174246493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/7178487558174246493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/07/impotente-300.html' title='Impotente a 300%'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-sE7mHdu4xZ8/Tis_1G23snI/AAAAAAAAAag/JV1qM7oKK0g/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-8861710291474660176</id><published>2011-07-26T10:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T10:19:00.172+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Cuidado com a parede</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Z1f7p1CS1gc/Tis6-bM9MxI/AAAAAAAAAaU/O62v90zFmLo/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-zxb_nn8qwgE/Tis6-6CYgiI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Po7ueRfnMmc/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="215" height="215"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;Estava a ser realizada uma cerimónia funerária duma mulher que tinha acabado de falecer. &lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;Ao final da cerimonia, os carregadores estavam a levar o caixão para fora, quando, acidentalmente, bateram numa parede, deixando o caixão cair. Eles escutaram um fraco lamento. Abriram o caixão e descobriram que a mulher ainda estava viva! Ela viveu por mais dez anos e, então, morreu.&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;Mais uma vez uma cerimónia foi realizada e, ao final dela, os carregadores estavam novamente a levar o caixão. Quando eles se aproximaram da porta, o marido gritou:&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;"Cuidado com a parede!!!!!"&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-8861710291474660176?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/8861710291474660176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=8861710291474660176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/8861710291474660176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/8861710291474660176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/07/cuidado-com-parede.html' title='Cuidado com a parede'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-zxb_nn8qwgE/Tis6-6CYgiI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Po7ueRfnMmc/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-1883076965648509396</id><published>2011-07-25T10:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T10:16:00.400+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Amor aos 80….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-MwiirF2GnYM/Tis6OdrZDAI/AAAAAAAAAaM/f6MBLBQkpJw/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-LxDHT56jIy8/Tis6PJ6YILI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/F9hrXUi32NQ/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="194" height="244"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;Um casal idoso estava num cruzeiro e o tempo estava tempestuoso. Eles estavam sentados na traseira do navio, a olhar a lua, quando uma onda veio e levou a velha senhora. Procuraram por ela durante dias, mas não conseguiram encontra-la. &lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;O capitão enviou o velho senhor para terra, com a promessa de que o notificaria assim que encontrasse alguma coisa.&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;Três semanas passaram-se e finalmente ele recebeu um fax do navio. Ele leu:&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;"Senhor: lamento informar que encontramos o corpo da sua esposa no fundo do mar. Nós a içamos para o barco e, presa a ela, tinha uma ostra. Dentro da ostra havia uma pérola que deve valer 50.000 euros. Por favor, diga-nos o que fazer."&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;O velho homem respondeu:&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;"Mande-me a pérola e atire de novo a isca."&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-1883076965648509396?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/1883076965648509396/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=1883076965648509396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/1883076965648509396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/1883076965648509396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/07/amor-aos-80.html' title='Amor aos 80….'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-LxDHT56jIy8/Tis6PJ6YILI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/F9hrXUi32NQ/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-7818865060647039158</id><published>2011-07-24T11:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T11:08:00.656+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Fósforos….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-UiNAM5PaJyQ/Tis4W7s1sxI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Cx5cpEk5-Go/s1600-h/image%25255B3%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-p00vKDwbBvk/Tis4XkCXdiI/AAAAAAAAAaI/DvDNeEfGzkg/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="477" height="404"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-7818865060647039158?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/7818865060647039158/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=7818865060647039158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/7818865060647039158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/7818865060647039158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/07/fosforos.html' title='Fósforos….'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-p00vKDwbBvk/Tis4XkCXdiI/AAAAAAAAAaI/DvDNeEfGzkg/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-7220017079733067459</id><published>2011-07-23T10:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T10:18:00.270+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Hemorroida !….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-GMGK6M6KL00/TiTE7DCCwZI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/B2jEJcBdpto/s1600-h/image%25255B3%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-6uDdccF-kG8/TiTE7plGl3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/9szV9UnAvEQ/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="173" height="173"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Uma multinacional japonesa em Portugal, recebeu um engenheiro japonês para uma acção formativa de índole técnica&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Passados alguns dias o japonês foi ter com o presidente da empresa e reclamou :&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Japonês muito chateado com portugueses!&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Mas porquê , o que é que aconteceu?&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Japonês não gostar do alcunha que colocaram nele!&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Mas que alcunha foi esse?&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Hemorroida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Mas isso é uma vergonha, vou&amp;nbsp; já&amp;nbsp; resolver isso&lt;br&gt;Convocar todos os funcionários para uma reunião e...&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- Vocês não tem vergonha de fazer uma coisa dessas chamar a este senhor , &lt;b&gt; hemorroida&lt;/b&gt;. Eu não quero ouvir mais isso aqui. De hoje em diante chamem-no pelo&amp;nbsp; nome, aliás, como é mesmo seu nome?&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- &lt;b&gt;SAI SANG DU KU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-7220017079733067459?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/7220017079733067459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=7220017079733067459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/7220017079733067459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/7220017079733067459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/07/hemorroida.html' title='Hemorroida !….'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-6uDdccF-kG8/TiTE7plGl3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/9szV9UnAvEQ/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738380161147529761.post-8727191340224593587</id><published>2011-07-21T10:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T10:16:00.930+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comix'/><title type='text'>Amante II</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-jQhHtpYLml4/TiS-0WGBLDI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/LfRnk-OxD6w/s1600-h/image%25255B5%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ves75BQlP0U/TiS-1IV7yDI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/FklPSLHtvHw/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="207"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A mulher recebe o amante em casa enquanto o marido trabalha.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;h5&gt;Seu filho de nove anos chega da escola mais cedo, vê os dois juntos e se esconde no armário do quarto para espiar.&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;O marido também volta para casa inesperadamente e a mulher resolve esconder o amante no armário, sem perceber que o filho já estava lá. &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;O menininho diz: - Ta escuro aqui... &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;O amante responde - É... Tá mesmo... &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;Menino - Eu tenho uma bola de futebol&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;Amante - Legal... &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;Menino - Quer comprar? &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;Amante - Não, obrigado... &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;Menino: Meu pai tá lá fora... &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;Amante - Ok, quanto? &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;Menino - Duzentos reais... &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;Algumas semanas depois, lá estão o garoto e o amante presos no armário novamente. &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;Menino - Tá escuro aqui. &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;Amante - É.... Tá mesmo... &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;Menino - Eu tenho uma luva de futebol. &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;O amante, se lembrando da última vez, pergunta ao garoto: Quanto é? &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;O Menino - Setecentos reais. &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;Amante - Feito! &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;Dias depois, o pai diz ao garoto, pegue a sua luva e a sua bola de futebol, vamos lá no quintal para eu te ensinar como se joga.. &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;O menino responde, não posso, vendi a luva e a bola... &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;O pai pergunta, por quanto você vendeu?' &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;Novecentos reais, responde o menino. &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;O pai, horrorizado, diz ao menino que isso não se faz, cobrar tanto de seus amiguinhos por coisas que custam barato. &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;E leva o filho à igreja para que confesse para o padre. &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;Chegando lá, o pai leva o menino ao confessionário e fecha a porta. &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;O menino diz - Tá escuro aqui... &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;O padre responde - &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;h5&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Nem vem! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Eu não vou comprar mais nada!!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738380161147529761-8727191340224593587?l=caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/feeds/8727191340224593587/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738380161147529761&amp;postID=8727191340224593587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/8727191340224593587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738380161147529761/posts/default/8727191340224593587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhos-percorridos.blogspot.com/2011/07/amante-ii.html' title='Amante II'/><author><name>Kique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031818171197058790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbKwHw9vM48/TyNBsmr311I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PwlLrs_huNI/s220/75330_164848760214643_100000685605035_364087_5020000_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ves75BQlP0U/TiS-1IV7yDI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/FklPSLHtvHw/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
