<?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-5719838866267282426</id><updated>2024-11-01T08:08:34.335+00:00</updated><category term="Guerra dos Sexos"/><category term="Actualidade"/><title type='text'>Desanuvios</title><subtitle type='html'>5 minutos por dia PARA DESANUVIAR</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paradesanuviar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719838866267282426/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paradesanuviar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Malapeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226268189188340866</uri><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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719838866267282426.post-5711669233908155050</id><published>2008-07-15T00:20:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:55:40.265+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Guerra dos Sexos"/><title type='text'>Na cama com... um ginecologista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrg8endTpf4VvLceBVNO1Eena3lmy4DZA8GtEZsKYm_z-rHQ7HFh9ZOqbBroyfnIbyj2JGnas_YiMLEGuOCzJzR9VA7e4T5fgdJHqzFkgbn-4gVoNYB4k1Ev7EsAaAgZnigAxoiKXzQqQ/s1600-h/Doctor.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrg8endTpf4VvLceBVNO1Eena3lmy4DZA8GtEZsKYm_z-rHQ7HFh9ZOqbBroyfnIbyj2JGnas_YiMLEGuOCzJzR9VA7e4T5fgdJHqzFkgbn-4gVoNYB4k1Ev7EsAaAgZnigAxoiKXzQqQ/s200/Doctor.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223018583723529106&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos imaginar um dia de trabalho de um ginecologista! Começa o dia a investigar grutas, tipo arqueólogo, depois a limpar umas teias de aranha noutra caverna assombrada. Grutas com mato grosso, outras sem vegetação:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sr. Doutor, na minha gruta não cresce cabelo!&lt;br /&gt;- Sabe, menina, nos caminhos por onde passa muita gente também não cresce erva!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E passa o dia nisto, grutas p&#39;raqui, infecções  p&#39;racolá, pintelhos e bicos de pato todo o santo dia. Dias a fio, sempre, grutas, pintelhos, infecções, cavernas assombradas, peles descaídas, etc ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao fim do dia, chega a casa, vê a sua mulher sedenta de &quot;calor&quot; já com a gruta aberta, à espera de um explorador com a cabeça erguida....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Querido, &#39;mor anda cá.&lt;br /&gt;- Vai o caraças, vira p&#39;ra lá isso, que já te disse que não trago trabalho pra casa!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paradesanuviar.blogspot.com/feeds/5711669233908155050/comments/default' title='Enviar feedback'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5719838866267282426/5711669233908155050' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719838866267282426/posts/default/5711669233908155050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719838866267282426/posts/default/5711669233908155050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paradesanuviar.blogspot.com/2008/07/na-cama-com-um-ginecologista.html' title='Na cama com... um ginecologista'/><author><name>Malapeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226268189188340866</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrg8endTpf4VvLceBVNO1Eena3lmy4DZA8GtEZsKYm_z-rHQ7HFh9ZOqbBroyfnIbyj2JGnas_YiMLEGuOCzJzR9VA7e4T5fgdJHqzFkgbn-4gVoNYB4k1Ev7EsAaAgZnigAxoiKXzQqQ/s72-c/Doctor.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719838866267282426.post-6623998356016912128</id><published>2008-07-10T01:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:55:40.651+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Guerra dos Sexos"/><title type='text'>A melhor maquiagem para elas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQSYACr8hBxGbzrYlG_acYOB7WuBZKB0pNas_HZ8BjG0k_ZsOQW483ZyTVZl3hrXms2Xw0O02YVTdWxOAvrpxCF4ND-zqkRSU2QTKp0QOyxBC1hzkuDNbn9QO1UyNuLZ6se1dOGNiyRNg/s1600-h/0093-0604-1412-4256_SM.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQSYACr8hBxGbzrYlG_acYOB7WuBZKB0pNas_HZ8BjG0k_ZsOQW483ZyTVZl3hrXms2Xw0O02YVTdWxOAvrpxCF4ND-zqkRSU2QTKp0QOyxBC1hzkuDNbn9QO1UyNuLZ6se1dOGNiyRNg/s320/0093-0604-1412-4256_SM.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221179600942616706&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elas tentam arranjar sempre formas de se porem bonitas. Umas com maquiagem, outras com pinturas rupestres na cara. Umas com implantes mamários, outras com meias no soutien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nada melhor e mais eficaz do que a cerveja (álcool em geral), senão vejamos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estão dois amigos num bar, ao início da noite, a curtir. Reparam numa moça que se está a fazer a tudo o que tenha pénis, mas feiinha que nem no natal se dava o jeito. Comentam entre si:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aquela ali ninguém lhe pega!&lt;br /&gt;- Pudera, com aquele focinho, quando era pequena os pais nunca a pegavam ao colo, excepto em auto-defesa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais umas bjecas emborcadas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A gaja continua ali...&lt;br /&gt;- Com um saco na cabeça era capaz de se aviar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umas bjecas mais à frente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mas olha que ela até tem alguns atributos!&lt;br /&gt;- Ai tem, tem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já a acabar a noite, com mais algumas minis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Comia-a toda!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Ja tá ali com o gajo, das rodadas de finos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL DA HISTÓRIA 1: A cerveja faz os outros bonitos e bons, bebam rápido antes que aparece um que beba mais que nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL DA HISTÓRIA 2. A beleza é uma ciência exacta directamente proporcional à quantidade de cerveja que já bebemos.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paradesanuviar.blogspot.com/feeds/6623998356016912128/comments/default' title='Enviar feedback'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5719838866267282426/6623998356016912128' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719838866267282426/posts/default/6623998356016912128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719838866267282426/posts/default/6623998356016912128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paradesanuviar.blogspot.com/2008/07/melhor-maquiagem-para-elas.html' title='A melhor maquiagem para elas'/><author><name>Malapeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226268189188340866</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQSYACr8hBxGbzrYlG_acYOB7WuBZKB0pNas_HZ8BjG0k_ZsOQW483ZyTVZl3hrXms2Xw0O02YVTdWxOAvrpxCF4ND-zqkRSU2QTKp0QOyxBC1hzkuDNbn9QO1UyNuLZ6se1dOGNiyRNg/s72-c/0093-0604-1412-4256_SM.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719838866267282426.post-8059828745093995054</id><published>2008-07-02T20:01:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:55:40.966+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Actualidade"/><title type='text'>O petróleo aumentou! Vamos gastar gasóleo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQyewh3tvbxxLy1WIJAEmgSoFquqCEUE4pNolsdErvHX9ELOFeMkwQetdDceR3teYDdUg0xBR0XCfJYSYbCvocItWgGkAFKyH-MvUsG_PisSkOLrUuQELr4R0qPijQ-vEXLYe4OsfalNk/s1600-h/cartoon+tractor.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQyewh3tvbxxLy1WIJAEmgSoFquqCEUE4pNolsdErvHX9ELOFeMkwQetdDceR3teYDdUg0xBR0XCfJYSYbCvocItWgGkAFKyH-MvUsG_PisSkOLrUuQELr4R0qPijQ-vEXLYe4OsfalNk/s200/cartoon+tractor.gif&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218496623288723170&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O petróleo continua a aumentar e os agricultores vêm os seus rendimentos a diminuir. Há que protestar contra isto! Então lá vêm os tis Maneis, os tis Antonos e os tis Zés com os seus tractores fazerem uma marcha lenta p&#39;ra cidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Esta parece-me uma forma muito certa de se  manifestarem!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vamos lá gastar mais umas litradas de gasóleo em marchas  lentas  que ele está baratinho!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mais, os agricultores já ameaçaram que se o governo não aumentar o apoio ao gasóleo agrícola eles param com as marchas lentas devido a não terem dinheiro para o combustível dos tractores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora, perante este cenário, parece que o Zezito (Sócrates) convocou um conselho de ministros extraordinário, porque sem marchas lentas o país perde confiança...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paradesanuviar.blogspot.com/feeds/8059828745093995054/comments/default' title='Enviar feedback'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5719838866267282426/8059828745093995054' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719838866267282426/posts/default/8059828745093995054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719838866267282426/posts/default/8059828745093995054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paradesanuviar.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-petrleo-aumentou-vamos-gastar-gasleo.html' title='O petróleo aumentou! Vamos gastar gasóleo!'/><author><name>Malapeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226268189188340866</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQyewh3tvbxxLy1WIJAEmgSoFquqCEUE4pNolsdErvHX9ELOFeMkwQetdDceR3teYDdUg0xBR0XCfJYSYbCvocItWgGkAFKyH-MvUsG_PisSkOLrUuQELr4R0qPijQ-vEXLYe4OsfalNk/s72-c/cartoon+tractor.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719838866267282426.post-6963930270061906070</id><published>2008-07-02T01:01:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:55:41.097+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Guerra dos Sexos"/><title type='text'>Qual a dor maior?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPCwQx_bVn0OwjSrnS224cmEIQveaNbM56rNPdraytc4s0QQoiYxs317xZK_XJYNuGvkeAUou1yUyvECpwvj1bSN-AWfuGl5fG1aP1_0iCgop431y7Ptl-8ei_ZIDKZWu37jSV1GXJapQ/s1600-h/KICKINTHEBALLS.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPCwQx_bVn0OwjSrnS224cmEIQveaNbM56rNPdraytc4s0QQoiYxs317xZK_XJYNuGvkeAUou1yUyvECpwvj1bSN-AWfuGl5fG1aP1_0iCgop431y7Ptl-8ei_ZIDKZWu37jSV1GXJapQ/s200/KICKINTHEBALLS.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218206062272192274&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;- Ah e tal é parir um filho! - diz a Jebestrina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;- Parir um filho!? Nem que fossem trigémios do yokosuna. Já experimentaste apanhar uma valente biqueirada nos tomates? - responde o Jacobeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta sim é a questão que interroga a humidade desde o homem erectus (antes sem ele erectus não havia filhos). Qual quem nasceu primeiro a galinha ou o ovo qual quê!!! Esta sim é a verdadeira questão.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda ninguém sabe o que doí mais. Ninguém, mas mesmo, mesmo ninguém passou pelos dois, por isso não se sabe. E não me tragam pr&#39;aqui  o transexual americano  que teve  um filho porque apesar de parecer um homem os tomates dele não eram verdadeiros!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E andam pr&#39;aí uns melros armados em cientistas a inventar novas armas, novos aviões p&#39;ra quê?! Isto questão resolvia a maior guerra de sempre: a guerra dos sexos!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paradesanuviar.blogspot.com/feeds/6963930270061906070/comments/default' title='Enviar feedback'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5719838866267282426/6963930270061906070' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719838866267282426/posts/default/6963930270061906070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719838866267282426/posts/default/6963930270061906070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paradesanuviar.blogspot.com/2008/07/qual-dor-maior.html' title='Qual a dor maior?'/><author><name>Malapeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226268189188340866</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPCwQx_bVn0OwjSrnS224cmEIQveaNbM56rNPdraytc4s0QQoiYxs317xZK_XJYNuGvkeAUou1yUyvECpwvj1bSN-AWfuGl5fG1aP1_0iCgop431y7Ptl-8ei_ZIDKZWu37jSV1GXJapQ/s72-c/KICKINTHEBALLS.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>