<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-3541572868935584905</id><updated>2024-09-13T15:06:09.747+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Baziel &amp;amp; Flavie</title><subtitle type='html'>Onwaarschijnlijke Lotgevallen van Heists Legendarische Echtelingen BAZIEL &amp;amp; FLAVIE &#xa;** Follow us at: http://twitter.com/BAZIELenFLAVIE ** Copyright © 2010-2011</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baziel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baziel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>322</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541572868935584905.post-6984035751639832173</id><published>2011-07-12T12:51:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T12:51:45.801+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Niet sterk genoeg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Baziel komt bij de dokter en zegt “Ge weet wel da flesje met versterkingspillen, dajje gisteren vorenschreef?” “Jawel” antwoordt de dokter. “Wel” zegt Baziel “’k Kriegen’t an gin kanten open”.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/6984035751639832173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/6984035751639832173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baziel.blogspot.com/2011/07/niet-sterk-genoeg.html' title='Niet sterk genoeg'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541572868935584905.post-7117281663516913867</id><published>2011-07-12T12:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T12:50:51.186+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bezet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Op wandel passeert Hector bij Baziel z’n huis en ziet hoe hij bezig is met hoopjes grond op z’n gazon te leggen. “Wa sie je an’t doen?” vraagt Hector. “Molshopen leggen, tiens” replikeert Baziel. “Ost er een vrimde mol op soek is nor een nieuwe plekke, ton peist ie direct dat er ier al een mol zit”.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/7117281663516913867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/7117281663516913867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baziel.blogspot.com/2011/07/bezet.html' title='Bezet'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541572868935584905.post-1937587067291839670</id><published>2011-07-11T19:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T19:58:02.425+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Op reis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Baziel komt bij het infoloket van de Carrefour en vraagt: “Kun’k ik ier een reize boeken?” “Jawel” antwoordt de baliebediende “ons reisbureau is op de volgende etage. Wilt u met de lift?” “Beh nink” replikeert Baziel “met fliegtuug!!”&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/1937587067291839670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/1937587067291839670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baziel.blogspot.com/2011/07/op-reis.html' title='Op reis'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541572868935584905.post-809353903479674568</id><published>2011-07-11T19:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T19:57:07.660+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Super IQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Een inspecteur van de VDAB vraagt aan Baziel “Wat is uw IQ ?” “Prima” replikeert Baziel “’k Enn nog noois een bril nodig g’had”.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/809353903479674568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/809353903479674568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baziel.blogspot.com/2011/07/super-iq.html' title='Super IQ'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541572868935584905.post-964157342054954903</id><published>2011-07-08T09:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T09:24:46.251+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Goeie tip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Hector zit in geldproblemen en zet zich zuchtend naast Baziel aan de toog. “Iederen uchtend moaken’k een schietgebedje noh den emel voe de lotto te winn. Moh dad elpt nie wih!” klaagt Hector. “Moh” replikeert Baziel “zoe je nie beter eerst e lotje koopn?”&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/964157342054954903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/964157342054954903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baziel.blogspot.com/2011/07/goeie-tip.html' title='Goeie tip'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541572868935584905.post-7122021095034499538</id><published>2011-07-08T09:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T09:23:50.620+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Verjaardag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Baziel staat voor de rechter en die vraagt: “Wat is uw geboortedatum?” “De 15sten juli, edelverachtbaren” antwoordt Baziel. “Welk jaar?” vraagt de rechter. “Jah” zegt Baziel verbaasd “ieder joar tiens!”&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/7122021095034499538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/7122021095034499538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baziel.blogspot.com/2011/07/verjaardag.html' title='Verjaardag'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541572868935584905.post-5740462485521909909</id><published>2011-05-27T15:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T15:38:53.333+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternatieve methode</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Baziel zit zwaar in de drank en drinkt de ene Duvel na de andere. Hector zegt tegen hem “Ee joe dokteur nie gezeid dajje in 4 weken niks mocht drienken voe te kieken of dat ton beter zoe goan mejje gezoendheid?” “Joaj” antwoordt Baziel “Moh ik drienken nu dubbel zoe vele, voe te kieken of da me gezoendheid verslichterd”.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/5740462485521909909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/5740462485521909909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baziel.blogspot.com/2011/05/alternatieve-methode.html' title='Alternatieve methode'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541572868935584905.post-175087134162685877</id><published>2011-05-27T15:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T15:37:08.752+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Soorten koeien</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Baziel en Hector zijn op wandel in de polder. Bij een weide aangekomen zegt Hector “Kiek noh da verschil. Die zwarte koeie zukke groten uier. En die roste koeie den elft klinder.” “Da’s simpel” replikeert Baziel “’t Iz omda tie roste koeie mor aalf vulle melk gift”. &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/175087134162685877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/175087134162685877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baziel.blogspot.com/2011/05/soorten-koeien.html' title='Soorten koeien'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541572868935584905.post-1458985879649931576</id><published>2011-05-25T09:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T09:23:11.873+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Verhinderd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;De dokter zegt tegen Baziel “Wel, ’t is zeer lang geleden dat je nog op consultatie geweest bent”. “Joat” beaamt Baziel “’k Kosten nie kommn meneer dokteur, van ‘k en toch zoe ziek gewist!”&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/1458985879649931576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/1458985879649931576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baziel.blogspot.com/2011/05/verhinderd.html' title='Verhinderd'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541572868935584905.post-3508306848866337974</id><published>2011-05-25T09:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T09:22:08.484+02:00</updated><title type='text'>De helft is ruim voldoende</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;“Ejje d’er al ip gelet” zegt Hector tegen Baziel “da joen Flavie den elft van eur woorden inslikt osse zie kwoad is ip joen?” “Joan’k” replikeert Baziel. “Moh da giv nie. D’er bluven d’er zeker nog genoeg over”.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/3508306848866337974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/3508306848866337974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baziel.blogspot.com/2011/05/de-helft-is-ruim-voldoende.html' title='De helft is ruim voldoende'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541572868935584905.post-173092269224787101</id><published>2011-05-24T11:10:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T09:25:01.892+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wettelijk beletsel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;Toen Baziel weer een gat in de nacht thuis kwam, schreeuwde Flavie kwaad: &quot;In de plekke van meh joen, an’k nog beter met den duvel getrouwd&quot;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&quot;Da kun nie&quot; antwoordde Baziel, &quot;broer en zuster meugen nie trouwen meh mekoar!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/173092269224787101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/173092269224787101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baziel.blogspot.com/2011/05/wettelijk-beletsel.html' title='Wettelijk beletsel'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541572868935584905.post-9183933824058192973</id><published>2011-05-24T11:01:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T09:24:38.566+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooie schuldenaar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;NL-BE&quot;&gt;Met een triest gezicht zegt Baziel aan de toog tegen Hector: “’k Gon zeker die duust euro dan ‘k geleend &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;‘enn an Kamiel voe ze plastische chirurgie noois mih werezien. ’t Is nu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;al twih moanden !” “Woarom vroag je d’er ‘em nie achter?” replikeert Hector.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“’k Kunn nie” zucht Baziel “’k Weten ip gin duust parten oe dat ie d’er nu uut siet!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/9183933824058192973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/9183933824058192973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baziel.blogspot.com/2011/05/mooie-schuldenaar.html' title='Mooie schuldenaar'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541572868935584905.post-5237321406365964505</id><published>2011-03-05T11:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T11:23:27.201+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uitweg voor het badwater</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Baziel vertelt aan Hector dat Flavie in ’t bad in slaap gevallen was terwijl de warm waterkraan nog openstond. “En ejje veel schade?” vroeg Hector. “Nee’m” replikeert Baziel “M’an chanse dasse med eur moend open lag te sloapen”. &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/5237321406365964505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/5237321406365964505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baziel.blogspot.com/2011/03/uitweg-voor-het-badwater.html' title='Uitweg voor het badwater'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541572868935584905.post-776249392982475886</id><published>2011-03-05T11:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T11:22:28.158+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Te stadig</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Flavie wordt al wat ouder en ze doet het huiswerk steeds langzamer. Dat irriteert Baziel uitermate en op een dag zegt hij: “Flavie wil je geloven dajje tegenwoordig zoe troage ziet dah zelfs je schaduwe begind oengeduldig te geroaken!”&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/776249392982475886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/776249392982475886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baziel.blogspot.com/2011/03/te-stadig.html' title='Te stadig'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541572868935584905.post-494060449770463592</id><published>2011-03-03T12:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T12:55:10.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Talenkennis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Baziel deed mee aan een examen voor een ‘postje’ bij de gemeente. Bij het toetsen van de kennis van geschiedenis werd gevraagd wat de grootste prestatie van de Romeinen was. “Das simpel” replikeerde Baziel “dan ze allemolle goed Latien kosten klappen”.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/494060449770463592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/494060449770463592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baziel.blogspot.com/2011/03/talenkennis.html' title='Talenkennis'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541572868935584905.post-6586704751300613698</id><published>2011-03-03T12:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T12:54:28.049+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Administratief regelen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Na een uitgebreid onderzoek zegt de dokter tegen Baziel: “ge hebt verkalkte aders, water in de knieën en stenen in de nieren”. “En wa nu” vraagt Baziel “moen’k ik nu een bouwvergunninge anvroagen?”&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/6586704751300613698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/6586704751300613698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baziel.blogspot.com/2011/03/administratief-regelen.html' title='Administratief regelen'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541572868935584905.post-5891284634014551873</id><published>2011-03-02T16:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T16:21:36.299+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gevaar geweken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Baziel vertelde aan Hector dat er hem iets zeer eigenaardig overkomen was. Gisteren kreeg hij namelijk plots enorm veel zin om te werken! “En wad ejje ton gedoan? wilde Hector weten. “Wel, gelukkig” replikeert Baziel “’k Hemme direct ip me bedde geleid, en ’t is van tselfs overgegoan”.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/5891284634014551873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/5891284634014551873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baziel.blogspot.com/2011/03/gevaar-geweken.html' title='Gevaar geweken'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541572868935584905.post-845354136895121678</id><published>2011-03-02T16:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T16:20:35.215+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De moeite niet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Baziel wordt door de politie tegengehouden aan het stuur van een volgeladen bestelwagen. &quot;Uw wagen is duidelijk overladen, meneer. Identiteitskaart, rijbewijs en boordpapieren afgeven!&quot; zei de politieman nors. &quot;Moh meneer den agent” antwoordde Baziel “peiz je gie echt dat dad zukke verschil goh maken?&quot; &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/845354136895121678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/845354136895121678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baziel.blogspot.com/2011/03/de-moeite-niet.html' title='De moeite niet'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541572868935584905.post-5933995041640587148</id><published>2011-03-01T15:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T15:54:46.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Optimisten niet gewenst</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Baziel zit in geldnood en Hector vertelt hem dat hij zeker meer geluk zal hebben als hij probeert geld te lenen bij iemand die er welgezind uitziet. “Neen, neen” replikeert Baziel “ik leenn alene moh bie pessimisten. De dee verwachten under geld toch nie were”.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/5933995041640587148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/5933995041640587148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baziel.blogspot.com/2011/03/optimisten-niet-gewenst.html' title='Optimisten niet gewenst'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541572868935584905.post-3530550384232636645</id><published>2011-03-01T15:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T15:53:38.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De weg kwijt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Baziel was met de trein naar Brussel getrokken, maar in’t stad was hij zeker al een 10-tal keer verloren gelopen. Grommend stapte hij weer op een voorbijganger af en vroeg “Is dad ier de derde stroate links??”&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/3530550384232636645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/3530550384232636645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baziel.blogspot.com/2011/03/de-weg-kwijt.html' title='De weg kwijt'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541572868935584905.post-3489963142980806494</id><published>2011-02-28T16:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T16:25:20.429+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Enige irritatie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Baziel en Hector waren aan’t discuteren over de kleine onhebbelijkheden van hun respectieve vrouwen. Hector vroeg aan Baziel wat hem aan Flavie het meest irriteerde. “Ja, ‘k moen doar nie lange over peizen” zuchtte Baziel “vooral het feit dasse ’s nuchtens wakker wordt”.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/3489963142980806494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/3489963142980806494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baziel.blogspot.com/2011/02/enige-irritatie.html' title='Enige irritatie'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541572868935584905.post-1859796850196882271</id><published>2011-02-28T16:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T16:24:03.304+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Het juiste land</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Baziel doet mee aan een quiz in z’n stamcafé. Op de vraag van de quizmaster waar de Maleiers vandaan komen riep Baziel met veel overtuiging: “van Malaria!”&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/1859796850196882271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/1859796850196882271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baziel.blogspot.com/2011/02/het-juiste-land.html' title='Het juiste land'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541572868935584905.post-2485447104977424847</id><published>2011-02-23T17:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T17:47:39.028+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Liefste familie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Baziel en Flavie maken ruzie over hun familie. Plots zegt Baziel “Dad is nie woar dan’k ik joen familie nie kunn’n uutstoan. ‘k Gon zelfs meer zeggen. Ik ‘k enn joén schohmoeder liever dah mién schohmoeder!”&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/2485447104977424847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/2485447104977424847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baziel.blogspot.com/2011/02/liefste-familie.html' title='Liefste familie'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541572868935584905.post-5903279933275802961</id><published>2011-02-23T17:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T17:46:29.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Klein probleem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Baziel ging een broek kopen. Hij vond ze allemaal te duur, tot de verkoper hem een spotgoedkope broek voorstelde, weliswaar met een gebrek: de rits zat op de achterkant. &quot;Da giv nie&quot;, zei Baziel, &quot; On’k moetn plassn droain’k me toch altiet omme”. &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/5903279933275802961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/5903279933275802961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baziel.blogspot.com/2011/02/klein-probleem.html' title='Klein probleem'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541572868935584905.post-3796369862631173665</id><published>2011-02-23T08:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T08:16:49.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>’t Is geen leven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Baziel zegt tegen Hector: “’k En altiet oengeluk met de vrouwen. M’n eerste vrouwe emme loaten zitten. En de twidde nie!”&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/3796369862631173665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541572868935584905/posts/default/3796369862631173665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baziel.blogspot.com/2011/02/t-is-geen-leven.html' title='’t Is geen leven'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>