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Entra e ri-te à vontade.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7809644757224869600/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Odracir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08254047025169474755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>506</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/AnedotasEPiadas" /><feedburner:info uri="anedotasepiadas" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>AnedotasEPiadas</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08BQnYzfCp7ImA9WhRbGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7809644757224869600.post-2401310124751465232</id><published>2012-02-10T22:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-10T22:10:53.884Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-10T22:10:53.884Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anedotas politicos" /><title>Cavaco Silva no hospício</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/feeds/2401310124751465232/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/2012/02/anedotas-sobr-e-cavaco-silva.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7809644757224869600/posts/default/2401310124751465232?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7809644757224869600/posts/default/2401310124751465232?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnedotasEPiadas/~3/DNZ_us3VFg4/anedotas-sobr-e-cavaco-silva.html" title="Cavaco Silva no hospício" /><author><name>Odracir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08254047025169474755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1zrm0m_8SPhiEBBxQ-jYBg4si9U/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1zrm0m_8SPhiEBBxQ-jYBg4si9U/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1zrm0m_8SPhiEBBxQ-jYBg4si9U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1zrm0m_8SPhiEBBxQ-jYBg4si9U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;O presidente da república portuguesa, Cavaco Silva, vai visitar um hospício. Lá dentro, cruza-se com um maluco que lhe diz:
- Boa tarde. Quem é o senhor?
- Eu sou o presidente de Portugal! – Responde Cavaco Silva.
E diz o maluco:


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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yKvald4ynm8_gq5hPi1wbjlrpJU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yKvald4ynm8_gq5hPi1wbjlrpJU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yKvald4ynm8_gq5hPi1wbjlrpJU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yKvald4ynm8_gq5hPi1wbjlrpJU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Esta é uma anedota das antigas. Um fulano morreu e foi para o céu. Enquanto estava diante de São Pedro, nos portões celestiais, viu uma enorme parede com relógios atrás dele, e perguntou-lhe:
— Ena tantos relógios. Para que servem?
— São relógios da mentira. Cada vez que alguém mente na Terra, os ponteiros do seu relógio aqui atrás andam. 
— Oh! Magnífico! De quem é aquele relógio ali?
— É o de &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnedotasEPiadas/~4/ecGXNtKqL7s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/2012/02/anedotas-antigas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYERn0zfCp7ImA9WhRbGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7809644757224869600.post-43589108899439636</id><published>2012-02-09T21:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-09T21:15:07.384Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-09T21:15:07.384Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anedotas casais" /><title>A performance do marido</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/feeds/43589108899439636/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/2012/02/piadas-sexo.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7809644757224869600/posts/default/43589108899439636?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7809644757224869600/posts/default/43589108899439636?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnedotasEPiadas/~3/_lTioTQkEdg/piadas-sexo.html" title="A performance do marido" /><author><name>Odracir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08254047025169474755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1b_2dhLvhGjL9PHs0uHaiDd6Oas/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1b_2dhLvhGjL9PHs0uHaiDd6Oas/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1b_2dhLvhGjL9PHs0uHaiDd6Oas/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1b_2dhLvhGjL9PHs0uHaiDd6Oas/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Um casal decide ir ao teatro. De repente, durante a peça, o marido não pára de gargalhar. A mulher pergunta-lhe o que se está a passar. 
-"Estou a pensar na reação que teria o público se de repente eu saltasse ali para o palco e violentasse uma das bailarinas."
Dali a pouco, a mulher começa a rir. Desta vez é o marido que fica furioso e resolve pergunta qual a razão de tanta alegria. Resposta por&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnedotasEPiadas/~4/_lTioTQkEdg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/2012/02/piadas-sexo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8GQ3g4eCp7ImA9WhRbGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7809644757224869600.post-8881632256533266122</id><published>2012-02-09T20:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-02-09T20:53:42.630Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-09T20:53:42.630Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anedotas escola" /><title>A aluna que não estudou a matéria</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/feeds/8881632256533266122/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/2012/02/piadas-professora.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7809644757224869600/posts/default/8881632256533266122?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7809644757224869600/posts/default/8881632256533266122?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnedotasEPiadas/~3/zwU-P2yLwgc/piadas-professora.html" title="A aluna que não estudou a matéria" /><author><name>Odracir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08254047025169474755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6UOphmC3i2jk7Q1bR8lgwqalQZo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6UOphmC3i2jk7Q1bR8lgwqalQZo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6UOphmC3i2jk7Q1bR8lgwqalQZo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6UOphmC3i2jk7Q1bR8lgwqalQZo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A professora, numa aula na faculdade de medicina, a páginas tantas fez a seguinte pergunta para os seus alunos:
-Qual é a parte do corpo humano que aumenta dez vezes o seu tamanho quando estimulada? 
Ninguém respondeu. Foi um silêncio de morte. De repente uma aluna com um ar muito tótó, levanta o braço. Depois de autorizada a falar pela professora, diz :
-O pénis?


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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yHsdFaJYCtHp9XvHEXZkbTxNTgo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yHsdFaJYCtHp9XvHEXZkbTxNTgo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Um médico, durante a visita aos seus doentes no hospital, andava com um supositório atrás da orelha. Houve uma enfermeira que reparou, e perguntou-lhe:
-Sr. Dr. o que faz com um supositório atrás da orelha?


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O &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnedotasEPiadas/~4/tK99M3hz2Jk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/2012/02/piadas-de-medicos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EGSHo9eip7ImA9WhRbFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7809644757224869600.post-657770867390446642</id><published>2012-02-05T17:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-05T17:07:09.462Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-05T17:07:09.462Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Piadas gagos" /><title>A maionese e o gago</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/feeds/657770867390446642/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/2012/02/piadas-de-gagos.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7809644757224869600/posts/default/657770867390446642?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7809644757224869600/posts/default/657770867390446642?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnedotasEPiadas/~3/tD-vP158kfY/piadas-de-gagos.html" title="A maionese e o gago" /><author><name>Odracir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08254047025169474755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xzKmEoqnyNo8blSZHlRtAqkecOA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xzKmEoqnyNo8blSZHlRtAqkecOA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Uma família de Lisboa, nas férias de Verão, recebe a visita do sobrinho que vivia no Brasil e era gago. Certo dia, durante o almoço, o tio resolve despejar um pouco de maionese no bife do sobrinho. E diz o sobrinho;
- Ma-mais...
O tio coloca mais uma colherada.
-Ma-mais...
Outra colherada.


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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cvNEJyzk_2ZZoGXoATgTq8yhbsI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cvNEJyzk_2ZZoGXoATgTq8yhbsI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/g4L3XJGw-VbTKHno06dH_jPzOQo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/g4L3XJGw-VbTKHno06dH_jPzOQo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/g4L3XJGw-VbTKHno06dH_jPzOQo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/g4L3XJGw-VbTKHno06dH_jPzOQo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A nova alcunha (ou apelido no Brasil) do do Governo é 'LÁTINHA'...  
Passamos a explicar a piada:
Ao andarmos pela rua com alguém, apontamos para as portas fechadas e dizemos:


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LÁ...... TINHA uma loja...

LÁ...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnedotasEPiadas/~4/VCyW8IbelYI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/2012/02/piadas-politicos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEAQ3gyeyp7ImA9WhRbEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7809644757224869600.post-2415037982971023888</id><published>2012-02-01T23:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-01T23:07:22.693Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-01T23:07:22.693Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anedotas politicos" /><title>Qual o significado da palavra Portugal</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/feeds/2415037982971023888/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/2012/02/anedotas-portugal.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7809644757224869600/posts/default/2415037982971023888?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7809644757224869600/posts/default/2415037982971023888?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnedotasEPiadas/~3/PUYOWoyTvyo/anedotas-portugal.html" title="Qual o significado da palavra Portugal" /><author><name>Odracir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08254047025169474755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kviyir2URtUbnw_cTeQkxDR4ttM/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kviyir2URtUbnw_cTeQkxDR4ttM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kviyir2URtUbnw_cTeQkxDR4ttM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kviyir2URtUbnw_cTeQkxDR4ttM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Quem mora em Portugal, sabe bem a que me refiro. Fala-se muito mas na prática não se faz nada. Nem sei como houve uma revolução neste país!

Ora a pergunta aqui vai: 


Qual o significado da palavra P.O.R.T.U.G.A.L.:


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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uBdmgR4KKxt4SPhg_b2nQ0eArg4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uBdmgR4KKxt4SPhg_b2nQ0eArg4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uBdmgR4KKxt4SPhg_b2nQ0eArg4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uBdmgR4KKxt4SPhg_b2nQ0eArg4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Como chamar o órgão sexual masculino ao longo dos anos:

Aos 3 anos chamas... Pipiu, pila ou pilinha

Aos 10 anos chamas... Pirilau 

Aos 20 anos chamas... Moca

Aos 25 anos chamas... Piça

Aos 30 anos chamas... Pau

Aos 35 anos chamas... Bacamarte

Aos 40 anos chamas... Car****

Aos 50 anos chamas... Pénis

Aos 60 anos chamas... Membro


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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jqPTA19NWWWY6-I59xAfhlPjo5g/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jqPTA19NWWWY6-I59xAfhlPjo5g/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jqPTA19NWWWY6-I59xAfhlPjo5g/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jqPTA19NWWWY6-I59xAfhlPjo5g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;O que dizem as mulheres depois do sexo?

As adolescentes: Ai, será que vou engravidar? 

As namoradeiras: Como é que te chamas? 

As exageradas: Acabaste comigo! 

As orgásmicas: Estou com as pernas bambas! 

As anorgásticas: Ainda bem que esta merda acabou! 

As taradas: Por que parou? Parou porquê? 

As modernas: És bem melhor que o meu marido! 

As arrependidas: Tu podias ser bem melhor que o &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnedotasEPiadas/~4/EelOx91X1Yo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/2012/01/piadas-mulheres-sexo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUNRHs4fip7ImA9WhRVF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7809644757224869600.post-6408512840222953149</id><published>2012-01-16T16:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-16T16:44:55.536Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-16T16:44:55.536Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anedotas alentejanos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alentejanos" /><title>O alentejano e o árabe</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/feeds/6408512840222953149/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/2012/01/anedotas-novas-alentejanos.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7809644757224869600/posts/default/6408512840222953149?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7809644757224869600/posts/default/6408512840222953149?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnedotasEPiadas/~3/67H2CGCh1G8/anedotas-novas-alentejanos.html" title="O alentejano e o árabe" /><author><name>Odracir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08254047025169474755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HQ_DzbB644mY4Z5XVntrREJW-t4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HQ_DzbB644mY4Z5XVntrREJW-t4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HQ_DzbB644mY4Z5XVntrREJW-t4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HQ_DzbB644mY4Z5XVntrREJW-t4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Um muçulmano durante o período do Ramadão senta-se junto a um alentejano no voo Lisboa - Funchal. Quando o avião descola começam a servir as bebidas aos passageiros. O alentejano pede um tinto de Borba. A hospedeira pergunta ao muçulmano se quer beber alguma coisa. Responde o muçulmano com ar ofendido: 
-"Prefiro ser raptado e violado selvaticamente por uma dezena de putas da Babilónia antes que &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnedotasEPiadas/~4/67H2CGCh1G8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/2012/01/anedotas-novas-alentejanos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEABRnwzfyp7ImA9WhRVFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7809644757224869600.post-4437846829621218840</id><published>2012-01-13T23:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T23:19:17.287Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-13T23:19:17.287Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humor Negro" /><title>Deficientes</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/feeds/4437846829621218840/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/2012/01/anedotas-deficientes.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7809644757224869600/posts/default/4437846829621218840?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7809644757224869600/posts/default/4437846829621218840?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnedotasEPiadas/~3/YvWnOsKjlW8/anedotas-deficientes.html" title="Deficientes" /><author><name>Odracir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08254047025169474755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rDQ0PLpLoxY8ThpzSSfvuPuK_GY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rDQ0PLpLoxY8ThpzSSfvuPuK_GY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rDQ0PLpLoxY8ThpzSSfvuPuK_GY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rDQ0PLpLoxY8ThpzSSfvuPuK_GY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Numa hospital, na ala dos deficientes, o professor ia a passar perto do refeitório quando o cozinheiro lhe pergunta:
- Quer uma torta, professor?


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- Não, agora não, obrigado! Acabei de comer uma ceguinha!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnedotasEPiadas/~4/YvWnOsKjlW8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/2012/01/anedotas-deficientes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMCQnc9eyp7ImA9WhRVFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7809644757224869600.post-338376474048834919</id><published>2012-01-13T23:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T23:14:23.963Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-13T23:14:23.963Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anedotas alentejanos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alentejanos" /><title>O alentejano vai às meninas</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/feeds/338376474048834919/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/2012/01/anedotas-alentejanos-muito-giras.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7809644757224869600/posts/default/338376474048834919?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7809644757224869600/posts/default/338376474048834919?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnedotasEPiadas/~3/ZNccXJhI7dU/anedotas-alentejanos-muito-giras.html" title="O alentejano vai às meninas" /><author><name>Odracir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08254047025169474755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IT4J2bXIHnLfscl-JVKRXsn6e3c/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IT4J2bXIHnLfscl-JVKRXsn6e3c/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IT4J2bXIHnLfscl-JVKRXsn6e3c/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IT4J2bXIHnLfscl-JVKRXsn6e3c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Nesta anedota, brinquem com quem queiram: alentejanos, loiras, pretos, brancos, escolham....

Um alentejano chega a uma casa de putas e pergunta:
- Quanto custa uma menina?
- Responde a senhora de mais idade, a que controla as meninas:


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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9Vof8_ko9qXps4uUiJ5n21COnrI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9Vof8_ko9qXps4uUiJ5n21COnrI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9Vof8_ko9qXps4uUiJ5n21COnrI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9Vof8_ko9qXps4uUiJ5n21COnrI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Quatro amigas reúnem-se para o chá de todas as sextas-feiras.
Uma delas diz:
-'Meninas', somos amigas há muitos anos e está na altura de nos conhecermos a fundo. Eu, por exemplo, sou cleptomaníaca, mas não se  preocupem. Não sou capaz de vos roubar nada.
Uma segunda  diz:
- Pois eu confesso que sou ninfomaníaca. Mas não temam, pois jamais
estive com os vossos maridos, porque não gosto de nenhum &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnedotasEPiadas/~4/OFiCxyGHkyE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/2011/12/piadas-amizade.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYASHg-cSp7ImA9WhRQEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7809644757224869600.post-6185267253666499753</id><published>2011-12-04T22:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-04T22:19:09.659Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-04T22:19:09.659Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Piadas Curtas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mulheres" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Piadas Sexo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Papagaios" /><title>O papagaio esperto</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/feeds/6185267253666499753/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/2011/12/piadas-papagaio.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7809644757224869600/posts/default/6185267253666499753?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7809644757224869600/posts/default/6185267253666499753?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnedotasEPiadas/~3/IbCXMVvANBw/piadas-papagaio.html" title="O papagaio esperto" /><author><name>Odracir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08254047025169474755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BA56ONzySv9UJWJYm72yZgsLxoE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BA56ONzySv9UJWJYm72yZgsLxoE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BA56ONzySv9UJWJYm72yZgsLxoE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BA56ONzySv9UJWJYm72yZgsLxoE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Num prédio, havia um morador que tinha um papagaio.

Nesse mesmo prédio, saía uma senhora todos os dias para o trabalho.

O papagaio via a Senhora a sair e dizia-lhe:

- TODA BEM VESTIDA, TODA BEM PINTADA......VAI PARA A VIDA! 
À noite, quando a senhora regressava, o papagaio lá estava e dizia-lhe:
- TODA BEM VESTIDA, TODA BEM PINTADA..... VEM DA VIDA!

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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HooyAofcYGKMs8T3HE-DbqF3SWk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HooyAofcYGKMs8T3HE-DbqF3SWk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HooyAofcYGKMs8T3HE-DbqF3SWk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HooyAofcYGKMs8T3HE-DbqF3SWk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Tecnologia. Todos gostamos de ter. Mas o pai desta família não está muito contente...


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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/X3w52uMGrGeI-tjclPfSTPr2qa0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/X3w52uMGrGeI-tjclPfSTPr2qa0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Numa aula de biologia, um professor ao ver um aluno na conversa com o colega da carteira de trás, resolve fazer-lhe esta pergunta:
-Senhor Carlos, quantos testículos temos?
O aluno ao ser apanhado de surpresa por estar na conversa, não se intimida e responde:responde:
-Temos quatro, senhor professor.
-Quatro?! - exclama o professor confuso.


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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/R8RPqlMQinXVlSOAd7OlG7DfQlQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/R8RPqlMQinXVlSOAd7OlG7DfQlQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Um professor de filosofia, a meio de uma aula, agarrou num frasco de maionese vazio e encheu-o com pedras com 2cm de diâmetro.
Depois, perguntou aos alunos se o vidro estava cheio.

Os alunos disseram que estava. Então o professor agarrou numa caixa com pedregulhos muito pequenos e coloco-os dentro do frasco, agitando-o levemente. Os pedregulhos rolaram para os espaços vazios entre as pedras.

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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PL14VaJ1W2jF52QudY6UGKVIKOg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PL14VaJ1W2jF52QudY6UGKVIKOg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Este ano Portugal será um forte candidato ao prémio da Nobel da Física!
Depois da descoberta do átomo, do neutrão, do protão e do eletrão, acabou de ser descoberto o Pelintrão.
E como se caracteriza o Pelintrão?


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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bVtDBptwxXDvtUBdvVJc8VRJhg8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bVtDBptwxXDvtUBdvVJc8VRJhg8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bVtDBptwxXDvtUBdvVJc8VRJhg8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bVtDBptwxXDvtUBdvVJc8VRJhg8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Um belo dia, um funcionário estava a viajar, a trabalho, e recebeu um e-mail do seu gerente, no qual estava escrito:  "PORRA."

No dia seguinte, o funcionário respondeu ao e-mail com a seguinte expressão:  
"FODA-SE
Retornando ao escritório central, foi imediatamente chamado pelo gerente, que lhe disse: 

- O meu amigo não tinha o direito de me responder mal educadamente!O meu e-mail era &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnedotasEPiadas/~4/JV2WzOIJDXI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/2011/10/anedotas-empregados.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YFRX89fCp7ImA9WhdUF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7809644757224869600.post-3455494661552128857</id><published>2011-10-04T08:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T08:58:34.164+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-04T08:58:34.164+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anedotas sexo" /><title>Uma proposta indecente</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/feeds/3455494661552128857/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/2011/10/anedotas-malandrice.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7809644757224869600/posts/default/3455494661552128857?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7809644757224869600/posts/default/3455494661552128857?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnedotasEPiadas/~3/3R0-PcsD49Y/anedotas-malandrice.html" title="Uma proposta indecente" /><author><name>Odracir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08254047025169474755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/77LvdBacjQbJcsz4aboX1PG40Dk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/77LvdBacjQbJcsz4aboX1PG40Dk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/77LvdBacjQbJcsz4aboX1PG40Dk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/77LvdBacjQbJcsz4aboX1PG40Dk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Uma miúda ia pela rua, muito descansada da vida, quando chega um sujeito perto dela e diz- lhe :
-Quero "comer-te" agora mesmo!
-Que é isso, você está doido... - diz a miúda.   
-Vamos fazer o seguinte - diz o sujeito. Eu deixo cair 100 euros no chão e o tempo que você demora a apanhar o dinheiro, eu como-te por trás… Aceita a proposta?
A miúda pensou, pensou, estava meio tesa e queria comprar um&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnedotasEPiadas/~4/3R0-PcsD49Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/2011/10/anedotas-malandrice.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEBQ389cCp7ImA9WhdUF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7809644757224869600.post-597771923053007201</id><published>2011-10-04T08:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T08:34:12.168+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-04T08:34:12.168+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anedotas alentejanos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alentejanos" /><title>Boa resposta do alentejano</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/feeds/597771923053007201/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/2011/10/anedotas-alentejanos.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7809644757224869600/posts/default/597771923053007201?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7809644757224869600/posts/default/597771923053007201?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnedotasEPiadas/~3/3vnlfoS6X80/anedotas-alentejanos.html" title="Boa resposta do alentejano" /><author><name>Odracir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08254047025169474755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2Dnb4oe-P-3IpXwsyE1J6FjBIvE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2Dnb4oe-P-3IpXwsyE1J6FjBIvE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2Dnb4oe-P-3IpXwsyE1J6FjBIvE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2Dnb4oe-P-3IpXwsyE1J6FjBIvE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dois lisboetas dirigem-se para o Algarve para passar o final de semana, quando deparam com um alentejano a dormir debaixo dum chaparro.
- Vamo-nos rir um bocado aqui à custa do nosso amigo alentejano. Queres ver? - diz o condutor para o acompanhante. Páram, buzinam e o espertalhão pergunta:
- Ó amigo, sabe-me dizer se falta muito para onde eu vou?


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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JOU8i0mG89HjF7Bb1Sg4fHtaHxQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JOU8i0mG89HjF7Bb1Sg4fHtaHxQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JOU8i0mG89HjF7Bb1Sg4fHtaHxQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JOU8i0mG89HjF7Bb1Sg4fHtaHxQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A professora faz um ditado aos alunos na sala de aula:
''... A rata rói a rolha...''
Um aluno, como não sabia escrever rata, pergunta ao colega:
“Rata é com um erre ou com dois erres?”
O colega responde:


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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F79mJ_szLlnnFLbNETlEM8Y83_E/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F79mJ_szLlnnFLbNETlEM8Y83_E/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F79mJ_szLlnnFLbNETlEM8Y83_E/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F79mJ_szLlnnFLbNETlEM8Y83_E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Um homem entra num restaurante com uma avestruz atrás dele...
A empregada pergunta o que querem. 
O homem responde: 
- Um hambúrguer, batatas fritas e uma Coca-cola. 
E vira-se para a avestruz. 
- E tu, o que é que queres? 
- Eu quero o mesmo, responde a avestruz. 
Alguns minutos depois, a empregada entrega o pedido e a conta no valor de €30. O homem coloca a mão no bolso e tira o valor exato &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnedotasEPiadas/~4/_XL7hNlNMuY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://ptanedotas.blogspot.com/2011/10/anedotas-desejos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

