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- Ai, véio... Vamos brincar?&lt;br /&gt;
- Ah, não minha véia... Eu já não sou &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;mais&lt;/a&gt; o mesmo pra &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;isso&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;
Contrariada, a &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;mulher&lt;/a&gt; diz:&lt;br /&gt;
- Não, &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;meu&lt;/a&gt; véio! É assim: eu seguro o seu bilau e a gente adivinha pra que lado ele vai cair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880425602761734265-8180441507180943889?l=humorzin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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— Mamãe, nós somos venenosas?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
— Somos sim, filha. Por quê?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
— É porque eu acabei de morder &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;a minha&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;língua&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880425602761734265-1453081103198249047?l=humorzin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Joãozinho foi o primeiro que entregou a sua, era assim:&lt;br /&gt;
"Meu Deus, disse a princesa, trepar é bom demais!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880425602761734265-1341473563391523443?l=humorzin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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—  Onde conseguiu este animal? &lt;br /&gt;
—  Em Lisboa! —  responde o burro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880425602761734265-2002744017954132274?l=humorzin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A gente nasce por um buraco,&lt;br /&gt;
Come por um buraco,&lt;br /&gt;
Fala por um buraco,&lt;br /&gt;
Mija por um buraco,&lt;br /&gt;
Caga por um buraco,&lt;br /&gt;
Trepa por um buraco,&lt;br /&gt;
Respira por um buraco,&lt;br /&gt;
E, como se não bastasse, quando a gente morre vai pra um buraco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880425602761734265-5683840887327905099?l=humorzin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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da padaria:&lt;br /&gt;
—  O jogo foi bem catimbado! Quando eu fui cobrar o pênalti o goleiro me provocou dizendo &lt;br /&gt;
"Chuta do lado &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;direito&lt;/a&gt; que eu pego, chuta do lado esquerdo que eu pego, chuta no meio que &lt;br /&gt;
eu também pego!"&lt;br /&gt;
—  E então, o que você fez? – perguntou um dos amigos.&lt;br /&gt;
—  Ah, eu enganei ele... Chutei pra fora!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880425602761734265-5110285724039878697?l=humorzin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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—  Meu Deus, um leão! —  gritou um deles.&lt;br /&gt;
Mais do que depressa o &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;outro&lt;/a&gt; começa a calçar as suas botas.&lt;br /&gt;
—  Por que você está calçando as botas? —  &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;pergunta&lt;/a&gt; o outro. —  Você &lt;br /&gt;
não acha que é capaz de correr mais do que o leão, acha?&lt;br /&gt;
—  Não quero correr mais do que o leão. Quero correr mais do que você!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880425602761734265-8496923819684489099?l=humorzin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img align="right" alt="" hspace="10" src="http://www.humortadela.com.br/c/piadas/piadas/emoticons/00544.gif" vspace="10" /&gt;  O rapaz &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;chega&lt;/a&gt; a um restaurante francês chiquérrimo. &lt;br /&gt;
Senta-se à mesa e grita:&lt;br /&gt;
— Garçom, por favor, o menu!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O garçom, irritado, fala:&lt;br /&gt;
— Não se diz menu, diz-se meni. &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Isso&lt;/a&gt; aqui é francês!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Puto &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;da vida&lt;/a&gt;, o freguês começa a olhar o tal cardápio. &lt;br /&gt;
Chama &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;novamente&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;
— Garçom, quero um peito de peri!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Com grosseria, esbraveja o garçom:&lt;br /&gt;
— Não se diz peri! Diz-se peru!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
— Ah, então me tira uma dúvida, não sei se te mando tomar no qui ou no...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880425602761734265-1303980205838355483?l=humorzin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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—  O que é &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);" onmouseout="return nd();" onmouseover="return overlib('Maneira de terminar um compromisso', BGCOLOR, '#CC0000', FGCOLOR, '#FFCC00', TEXTSIZE, '11px', BORDER, 2);" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;isso&lt;/a&gt;, tchê? —  diz ele, virando-se. —  O que é que tu tá fazendo aí atrás?&lt;br /&gt;
E o sujeito, todo desconcertado:&lt;br /&gt;
—  Eu? Tô fazendo nada não, senhor!&lt;br /&gt;
—  Bah! &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);" onmouseout="return nd();" onmouseover="return overlib('O que o anho foi omar numa esta unina', BGCOLOR, '#CC0000', FGCOLOR, '#FFCC00', TEXTSIZE, '11px', BORDER, 2);" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Então&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);" onmouseout="return nd();" onmouseover="return overlib('O que acontece com o dólar quando você tem bastante', BGCOLOR, '#CC0000', FGCOLOR, '#FFCC00', TEXTSIZE, '11px', BORDER, 2);" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;cai&lt;/a&gt; fora e dá lugar pra outro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880425602761734265-1084487147071835360?l=humorzin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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2 - Car full &lt;br /&gt;
3 - Look see you &lt;br /&gt;
4 - Who one &lt;br /&gt;
5 - When mear son &lt;br /&gt;
6 - Who bear to car loss &lt;br /&gt;
7 - Add dream an no &lt;br /&gt;
8 - Car car &lt;br /&gt;
9 - Who now do (Few now mem no) &lt;br /&gt;
10 - Who now dream you gay you show &lt;br /&gt;
11 - Zero bear to &lt;br /&gt;
12 - Who jerry scene &lt;br /&gt;
13 - See seen you &lt;br /&gt;
14 - Crisis &lt;br /&gt;
15 - Lowis on &lt;br /&gt;
16 - G you bear to&lt;br /&gt;
17 - June in you &lt;br /&gt;
18 - Mean arrow &lt;br /&gt;
19 - G you bear to silver &lt;br /&gt;
20 - Rich are dream you &lt;br /&gt;
21 - Fried &lt;br /&gt;
22 - July seissor &lt;br /&gt;
23 - Who bean You &lt;br /&gt;
Coach: Car loss All beer to pair here a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880425602761734265-2900411977774065025?l=humorzin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Quando estavam quase chegando no &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);" onmouseout="return nd();" onmouseover="return overlib('Aquilo que a sua namorada arranjou recentemente', BGCOLOR, '#CC0000', FGCOLOR, '#FFCC00', TEXTSIZE, '11px', BORDER, 2);" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;outro&lt;/a&gt; lado da rua, o lagartixo &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);" onmouseout="return nd();" onmouseover="return overlib('Ela é baixa se seu desempenho for também', BGCOLOR, '#CC0000', FGCOLOR, '#FFCC00', TEXTSIZE, '11px', BORDER, 2);" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;nota&lt;/a&gt; que a roda de uma bicicleta vem na direção do rabo da namorada e, num desespero de amor, ele empurra-a para cima da calçada e &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);" onmouseout="return nd();" onmouseover="return overlib('Argola de união numa corrente (feminino)', BGCOLOR, '#CC0000', FGCOLOR, '#FFCC00', TEXTSIZE, '11px', BORDER, 2);" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;ela&lt;/a&gt; se salva. &lt;br /&gt;
Mas, por uma ironia do destino, a roda da bicicleta &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);" onmouseout="return nd();" onmouseover="return overlib('Espécie de uva', BGCOLOR, '#CC0000', FGCOLOR, '#FFCC00', TEXTSIZE, '11px', BORDER, 2);" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;passa&lt;/a&gt; bem por cima &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);" onmouseout="return nd();" onmouseover="return overlib('Tipo de mulher da qual normalmente você quer distância', BGCOLOR, '#CC0000', FGCOLOR, '#FFCC00', TEXTSIZE, '11px', BORDER, 2);" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;da sua&lt;/a&gt; cabeça e ele morre.&lt;br /&gt;
Moral da história: por causa de um &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);" onmouseout="return nd();" onmouseover="return overlib('Metade de um Sonho de Valsa', BGCOLOR, '#CC0000', FGCOLOR, '#FFCC00', TEXTSIZE, '11px', BORDER, 2);" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;bom&lt;/a&gt; rabo muitas vezes se perde a cabeça.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880425602761734265-858812342067517413?l=humorzin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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—  Se meu pai fosse um pato e minha mãe um pata, eu seria um patinho... &lt;br /&gt;
Se meu pai fosse um cachorro e minha mãe uma cadela, eu &lt;br /&gt;
seria um cachorrinho... &lt;br /&gt;
Hic! Se meu pai fosse um gato e minha mãe uma gata, eu seria &lt;br /&gt;
um gatinho... &lt;br /&gt;
Se meu pai fosse um...&lt;br /&gt;
—  Escuta aqui, ô &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);" onmouseout="return nd();" onmouseover="return overlib('Pronome de tratamento usado em São Paulo', BGCOLOR, '#CC0000', FGCOLOR, '#FFCC00', TEXTSIZE, '11px', BORDER, 2);" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;meu&lt;/a&gt; chapa —  interrompeu o motorista, em &lt;br /&gt;
altos brados, levantando-se e caminhando em sua direção. —  E se teu pai fosse um &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);" onmouseout="return nd();" onmouseover="return overlib('Rapaz que, embora goste de ficar em pé, prefere ficar sentado', BGCOLOR, '#CC0000', FGCOLOR, '#FFCC00', TEXTSIZE, '11px', BORDER, 2);" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;veado&lt;/a&gt; e tua mãe uma puta?&lt;br /&gt;
—  Ah... Aí eu seria motorista!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880425602761734265-108317863236551808?l=humorzin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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"D. Marta, o seu filho é um &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;menino&lt;/a&gt; muito inteligente, mas tem um problema seríssimo: ele &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;passa&lt;/a&gt; o tempo todo bolinando as garotas."&lt;br /&gt;
A mãe então responde o recado na parte de baixo da folha: &lt;br /&gt;
"Dona Julieta, se a senhora encontrar uma solução para esse problema, &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;por favor&lt;/a&gt; me diga qual é, pois tenho o mesmo problema com o pai dele!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880425602761734265-6416978545629168700?l=humorzin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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- Nome? - pergunta a policial.&lt;br /&gt;
- Zuleika Soares da Silva.&lt;br /&gt;
- Idade?&lt;br /&gt;
- 24 anos.&lt;br /&gt;
- Sexo?&lt;br /&gt;
- No mínimo, três vezes por semana!&lt;br /&gt;
- Não... - balbuciou a policial toda &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;sem graça&lt;/a&gt;. - Eu quero dizer masculino ou feminino?&lt;br /&gt;
- Pra mim tanto faz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880425602761734265-4580453202136389084?l=humorzin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Super preocupada, a mãe vai à farmácia e compra um Kit exame de gravidez para a filha e o resultado é positivo.&lt;br /&gt;
Aí começa a confusão.&lt;br /&gt;
— Quero saber quem foi o canalha. E agora, vá já falar pro seu pai.&lt;br /&gt;
A garota &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;pega&lt;/a&gt; o telefone e faz uma ligação.&lt;br /&gt;
Meia hora &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;depois&lt;/a&gt;, pára na frente da casa uma Ferrari último &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;modelo&lt;/a&gt; e sai um tipo maduro, cabelo meio branco, vestido com um terno elegante.&lt;br /&gt;
Já na sala, o homem se senta na frente do pai e da mãe da moça e diz:&lt;br /&gt;
— &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Bom&lt;/a&gt; dia. Sua filha já me informou do problema. Devido à minha situação familiar, eu não posso me casar com ela, &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;mais&lt;/a&gt; cuidarei de todos os detalhes.&lt;br /&gt;
Se for menina, posso dar 3 lojas, 2 apartamentos, uma casa na praia e uma conta com 500 mil dólares. &lt;br /&gt;
Se for &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;menino&lt;/a&gt; eu dou 2 fábricas e a conta com os 500 mil dólares.&lt;br /&gt;
No caso de serem gêmeos, também vou dar as 2 fábricas e 250.000 dólares por &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;cabeça&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas no caso de um aborto...&lt;br /&gt;
Nessa hora, o pai da moça, que &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;estava&lt;/a&gt; calado o tempo todo, se levanta, põe &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;a mão&lt;/a&gt; no ombro do homem e diz:&lt;br /&gt;
— No &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;caso&lt;/a&gt; de acontecer essa tragédia, você come ela &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;de novo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880425602761734265-6949874798091935843?l=humorzin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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—  Cuidado, pois no Brasil os taxistas voam! São todos loucos!&lt;br /&gt;
Chegando ao Brasil, Manoel entrou num táxi e disse:&lt;br /&gt;
—  Por favor, o &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;senhor&lt;/a&gt; poderia me &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;levar&lt;/a&gt; até a Avenida Paulista?&lt;br /&gt;
—  A que altura o senhor quer ir?&lt;br /&gt;
—  Olha, se o senhor &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;passar&lt;/a&gt; de dois &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;metros&lt;/a&gt; eu pulo dessa merda!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880425602761734265-2453566156825382377?l=humorzin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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—  Ei, você! —  diz ele para o porteiro. —  Poderia me &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;dar uma&lt;/a&gt;... Hic... Informação?&lt;br /&gt;
—  Humpf! —  resmunga o porteiro. —  Fala logo!&lt;br /&gt;
—  É que eu fiz uma aposta aqui com o &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;meu&lt;/a&gt; amigo... Hic... E queria confirmar com você... Fala pra ele... É ou não é verdade que a privada aqui é de ouro? &lt;br /&gt;
—  Simão! —  grita o porteiro, virando-se trás. —  Tá &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; o corno que cagou no seu trombone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880425602761734265-4368498920892265033?l=humorzin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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- Olha que &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;mulher&lt;/a&gt; bonita!... Nossa, ela é um avião!&lt;br /&gt;
E o passageiro respondeu, gritando:&lt;br /&gt;
- Feia!&lt;br /&gt;
O motorista:&lt;br /&gt;
- Feia nada! Ela é gostosona prá caramba!&lt;br /&gt;
E o passageiro, &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;de novo&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;
- Feia!&lt;br /&gt;
- Que feia o quê!!! Tá louco??? - retrucou o motorista.&lt;br /&gt;
E o passageiro, aos berros:&lt;br /&gt;
- Feia!... Feia!... Feia!!!&lt;br /&gt;
O motorista, que não estava olhando para a frente, bateu em &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;outro&lt;/a&gt; carro.&lt;br /&gt;
Ficou louco da vida e exclamou:&lt;br /&gt;
- Pô, cara! Você viu que eu ia bater!!! Por que não me avisou?&lt;br /&gt;
E o passageiro, histérico:&lt;br /&gt;
- Aralho!!! Eu ava alando há ua hora: feia, feia e ocê não feiô. É&lt;br /&gt;
urdo, ilho da uta?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880425602761734265-4838000272394687540?l=humorzin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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- Olha que &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;mulher&lt;/a&gt; bonita!... Nossa, ela é um avião!&lt;br /&gt;
E o passageiro respondeu, gritando:&lt;br /&gt;
- Feia!&lt;br /&gt;
O motorista:&lt;br /&gt;
- Feia nada! Ela é gostosona prá caramba!&lt;br /&gt;
E o passageiro, &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;de novo&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;
- Feia!&lt;br /&gt;
- Que feia o quê!!! Tá louco??? - retrucou o motorista.&lt;br /&gt;
E o passageiro, aos berros:&lt;br /&gt;
- Feia!... Feia!... Feia!!!&lt;br /&gt;
O motorista, que não estava olhando para a frente, bateu em &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;outro&lt;/a&gt; carro.&lt;br /&gt;
Ficou louco da vida e exclamou:&lt;br /&gt;
- Pô, cara! Você viu que eu ia bater!!! Por que não me avisou?&lt;br /&gt;
E o passageiro, histérico:&lt;br /&gt;
- Aralho!!! Eu ava alando há ua hora: feia, feia e ocê não feiô. É&lt;br /&gt;
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— Paiê! Pai, pai!&lt;br /&gt;
— Pare com &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;isso&lt;/a&gt; agora! — repreende o pai, bravo — Quantas &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;vezes&lt;/a&gt; eu já te disse que não se deve gritar desse &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;jeito&lt;/a&gt; na mesa! A hora de refeição é uma hora de &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;paz&lt;/a&gt;! À partir de agora, calado, &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;senão&lt;/a&gt; vai tomar umas cintadas!&lt;br /&gt;
Silêncio geral. Todos continuam tomando suas sopas, até que um misto de remorso e curiosidade faz o pai perguntar:&lt;br /&gt;
— Mas, afinal, o que &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;você&lt;/a&gt; queria me dizer, hein?&lt;br /&gt;
— Ah, eu só ia falar que tinha uma mosca nadando na sua colher de sopa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880425602761734265-948851598826606737?l=humorzin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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— Claudete! Onde está &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;a minha&lt;/a&gt; calça de farra, tchê? &lt;br /&gt;
— Qual? — pergunta a esposa. — Aquela que tem &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;um&lt;/a&gt; zíper na parte de trás?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880425602761734265-6933669043964116952?l=humorzin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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—  Sinto &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;muito&lt;/a&gt;, minha senhora. Não é permitido viajar com animais em veículos públicos.&lt;br /&gt;
(Logo se &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;vê&lt;/a&gt; que é piada, afinal tá pra nascer um motorista de ônibus com tanta educação.)&lt;br /&gt;
A velhinha embirrou, não queria descer de jeito nenhum, começou a bater &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;boca&lt;/a&gt; com o motorista até &lt;br /&gt;
que por fim, entregou-se:&lt;br /&gt;
—  Tudo bem, vou descer, mas... Você sabe onde eu acho que você deveria enfiar esse ônibus?&lt;br /&gt;
—  Sei sim! E, se a senhora fizer o mesmo com o cachorro, não precisa nem descer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880425602761734265-1335569718399683427?l=humorzin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Sonho&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Comer um churrasco preparado por gaúchos;&lt;br /&gt;
Numa praia do nordeste;&lt;br /&gt;
Organizado por Paulistas;&lt;br /&gt;
Animado por Cariocas.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pesadelo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Comer um churrasco preparado por nordestinos;&lt;br /&gt;
Numa praia gaúcha;&lt;br /&gt;
Organizado por cariocas;&lt;br /&gt;
Animado por paulistas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880425602761734265-5340503313828469898?l=humorzin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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— Não vai na floresta, guri! Lá tem caçadores e, se eles te pegam, te comem que nem na história da &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;chapeuzinho&lt;/a&gt; vermelho! Mas o garoto não ligava e ia do mesmo &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;jeito&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
Certo dia, ele estava no meio da floresta quando apareceu um caçador que estava meio ano sem ver &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;mulher&lt;/a&gt;, viu o garoto passeando no bosque e crau no coitadinho.&lt;br /&gt;
Quando o &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;menino&lt;/a&gt; chegou &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;em casa&lt;/a&gt; a mãe perguntou desesperada:&lt;br /&gt;
—  Por onde você andou, guri? Já ia ligar pra polícia! O que aconteceu, tchê?&lt;br /&gt;
—  Eu tava andando no bosque &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;quando&lt;/a&gt; um caçador me pegou, mamãe...&lt;br /&gt;
—  Ai, &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;meu&lt;/a&gt; Deus! Mas eu não falei pra você não ir na floresta que os caçadores podiam te comer?&lt;br /&gt;
—  Pois é... E ele me comeu mesmo... —  Comeu? —  gritou a mãe, assustada. —  E você não morreu?&lt;br /&gt;
— Claro que não, mamãe... &lt;a href="" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Pelo&lt;/a&gt; contrário... Eu renasci... PODEROSA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880425602761734265-85046230486037841?l=humorzin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Na  véspera de uma prova, 4 alunos resolveram chutar o balde: iriam viajar.  Faltaram a prova e então resolveram dar um "jeitinho".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Voltaram a USJT na terça, sendo que a prova havia ocorrido na segunda. Então dirigiram-se ao professor:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-  Professor, fomos viajar, o pneu furou, não conseguimos consertá-lo,  tivemos mil problemas, e por conta disso tudo nos atrasamos, mas  gostaríamos de fazer a prova.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O professor, sempre compreensivo:&lt;br /&gt;
- Claro, vocês podem fazer a prova hoje à tarde, após o almoço.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E assim foi feito.&lt;br /&gt;
Os rapazes correram para casa e racharam de tanto estudar. Na hora da prova, o &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=4880425602761734265" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;professor&lt;/a&gt; colocou cada aluno em uma sala diferente e entregou a prova:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
- Primeira pergunta, valendo 1 ponto: Escreva algo sobre &lt;b&gt;Lei de Ohm&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Os &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=4880425602761734265" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;quatro&lt;/a&gt; ficaram contentes pois haviam visto algo sobre o assunto. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
- Segunda pergunta, valendo 9 pontos: Qual pneu furou?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880425602761734265-8609792925988259286?l=humorzin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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