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Muito boa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.umsabadoqualquer.com/"&gt;http://www.umsabadoqualquer.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64819296694824450-4327020255585208793?l=assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~4/oKgU4WLGfIw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-31T22:14:38.482-03:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/08/usq.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Legendários - #TamoJuntoMichaelJackson</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~3/VGRc9WGcKbE/legendarios-tamojuntomichaeljackson.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (L'(max))</author><pubDate>Mon, 22 Aug 2011 04:13:30 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64819296694824450.post-7352800869038790371</guid><description>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kMshJu7bTuc?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64819296694824450-7352800869038790371?l=assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~4/VGRc9WGcKbE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-22T08:13:30.934-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/kMshJu7bTuc/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/08/legendarios-tamojuntomichaeljackson.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Legendários - #Dineimijao</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~3/dzQ-S-_fzTw/legendarios-dineimijao.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (L'(max))</author><pubDate>Mon, 22 Aug 2011 04:13:04 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64819296694824450.post-8145644195939212509</guid><description>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/h3tfIOLSRwU?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64819296694824450-8145644195939212509?l=assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~4/dzQ-S-_fzTw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-22T08:13:04.682-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/h3tfIOLSRwU/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/08/legendarios-dineimijao.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>ParTOBA 8</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~3/5H2yzY34_0c/partoba-8.html</link><category>Partoba</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (L'(max))</author><pubDate>Fri, 19 Aug 2011 14:03:30 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64819296694824450.post-1690178777855676837</guid><description>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/i1l56ejHC4E?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64819296694824450-1690178777855676837?l=assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~4/5H2yzY34_0c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-19T18:03:30.707-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/i1l56ejHC4E/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/08/partoba-8.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Vanessa de Oliveira - Novamente no Programa do Ratinho 04.08.2011</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~3/32Wdyy26h1Q/vanessa-de-oliveira-novamente-no.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (L'(max))</author><pubDate>Thu, 04 Aug 2011 20:45:34 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64819296694824450.post-8153600016420178681</guid><description>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pu4Zeuve-Xo?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64819296694824450-8153600016420178681?l=assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~4/32Wdyy26h1Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-05T00:45:34.652-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/pu4Zeuve-Xo/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/08/vanessa-de-oliveira-novamente-no.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Vanessa de Oliveira - Entrevista Programa do Ratinho 02.08.2011</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~3/STYFY2rMkOY/vanessa-de-oliveira-entrevista-programa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (L'(max))</author><pubDate>Wed, 03 Aug 2011 05:52:20 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64819296694824450.post-1751984361751707014</guid><description>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PLfuFffEwnA?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64819296694824450-1751984361751707014?l=assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~4/STYFY2rMkOY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-03T09:52:20.067-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/PLfuFffEwnA/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/08/vanessa-de-oliveira-entrevista-programa.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>"DriveThru da hostilidade - Vá ao próximo guichê e ganhe sua grosseria"</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~3/PvIL-Cp5CE0/da-hostilidade-va-ao-proximo-guiche-e.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (L'(max))</author><pubDate>Sat, 30 Jul 2011 15:35:24 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64819296694824450.post-7368341312985759827</guid><description>&lt;div class="wlWriterHeaderFooter" style="float:none; margin:0px; padding:4px 0px 4px 0px;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=http://assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/07/da-hostilidade-va-ao-proximo-guiche-e.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;"DriveThru da hostilidade - Vá ao próximo guichê e ganhe sua grosseria" &lt;p&gt;Praça Dr. Ademar de Barros, 25 - Santo André &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-beHB3AoXlzo/TjSHJ_1pXaI/AAAAAAAABvQ/aN8Nk1FRo-M/s1600-h/ronald-mcdonald-18%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="ronald-mcdonald-18" border="0" alt="ronald-mcdonald-18" align="right" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ChrafdMo3hQ/TjSHKb67roI/AAAAAAAABvU/j6ULiIVFjrk/ronald-mcdonald-18_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="329" height="229"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje por volta das 00:20, eu e minha esposa passamos na loja acima descrita, havia cerca de 15 carros na fila, no momento em que entramos na lateral da loja todas as luzes do estacionamento foram apagadas “Provavelmente para contenção de gastos” assim ficamos praticamente no escuro durante toda a espera, após uma hora de espera no DriveThru, sem ter como sair da fila, chegamos ao guichê que se fechou e nos foi indicado para passarmos ao guichê seguinte. Mais uns dez minutos de espera, e uma atendente vem para anotar nosso pedido, comecei a fazer meu pedido, porém quando perguntei sobre Milkshake ela me disse que não havia sorvete e milkshake, pois a loja desliga os equipamentos. Quando informei a forma de pagamento recebi mais uma noticia: “todos os caixas do drivethru estão fechados e o senhor deverá descer para efetuar o pagamento na loja” tratando-se de uma loja que apenas tem o Drive como 24horas fiquei muito chateado.  &lt;p&gt;Ao comentar com a atendente o meu desgosto ela se irritou e me disse, “Fale com minha gerente!” já gritando para a loja “Renata? Tem um cliente aqui reclamando da forma de pagamento” (no mínimo vexatório). &lt;p&gt;Eis que agora temos uma gerente, “Renata” supostamente. Esta quando nos atendeu ironicamente enfatizou que os clientes desta loja já sabem que aqui não há sorvete e milkshake após as 00:00 e que ela não tinha culpa de nós não sermos clientes. Indagamos que isso não é um padrão da rede e que não havia aviso algum na entrada do estabelecimento. Novamente, ironicamente nos disse que aquilo não era uma rede e sim uma franquia... rsrsrsrs De fato, algumas pessoas pensão que todas as outras são igualmente ignorantes. &lt;p&gt;Outros clientes desceram do carro para fazer a reclamação sobre a falta de milkeshake! &lt;p&gt;Sobre o pseudo drivethru, porque descer do carro após mais de uma hora de espera (refém de uma fila sem saída e esperando um assalto na escuridão) não tem nada de “drive” muito menos “thru”, com a mesma ironia burra a senhora “Renata” nos disse zombando de nossa espera e de todo o resto, que infelizmente isso não é problema dela, o sistema sai do ar toda a noite e novamente nos informou... “-Nossos clientes já estão acostumados com isso e se o senhor vê algum problema nisso não posso fazer nada!” &lt;p&gt;Tivemos que aguardar os carros a frente efetuarem os pagamentos para poder sair da loja que é franquia e não faz parte de uma rede!  &lt;p&gt;Parabéns! Estamos muito satisfeitos por tentarem nos fazer de idiotas e deixar-nos com fome... Adoramos dano moral e humilhação pública!   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64819296694824450-7368341312985759827?l=assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~4/PvIL-Cp5CE0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-30T19:35:24.997-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ChrafdMo3hQ/TjSHKb67roI/AAAAAAAABvU/j6ULiIVFjrk/s72-c/ronald-mcdonald-18_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/07/da-hostilidade-va-ao-proximo-guiche-e.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Pensamento da Semana!</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~3/KQn_ULG3X84/pensamento-da-semana.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (L'(max))</author><pubDate>Tue, 26 Jul 2011 15:12:19 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64819296694824450.post-1294779756970743304</guid><description>&lt;div class="wlWriterHeaderFooter" style="float:none; margin:0px; padding:4px 0px 4px 0px;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=http://assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/07/pensamento-da-semana.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-YByzgXJwNh0/Ti87oqr5W7I/AAAAAAAABvA/ioh24zOjriw/s1600-h/carteira-identidade%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="carteira-identidade" border="0" alt="carteira-identidade" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-p7xSBkTS-ao/Ti87pLISLlI/AAAAAAAABvE/acAMGoXsgio/carteira-identidade_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="169" height="244"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;"Ninguém é tão feio como na identidade, tão bonito como no Orkut, tão&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;feliz quanto no Facebook, tão simpático como no Twitter, tão ausente&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;como no Skype, tão ocupado como no MSN e nem tão bom quanto no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Curriculum Vitae."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64819296694824450-1294779756970743304?l=assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~4/KQn_ULG3X84" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-26T19:12:19.924-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-p7xSBkTS-ao/Ti87pLISLlI/AAAAAAAABvE/acAMGoXsgio/s72-c/carteira-identidade_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/07/pensamento-da-semana.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>A Day .. one River</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~3/gkem3N9w6QA/day-one-river.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (L'(max))</author><pubDate>Tue, 26 Jul 2011 12:54:24 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64819296694824450.post-5141640562172280124</guid><description>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jokecat/5943558399/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6008/5943558399_3eb9341834_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jokecat/5943558399/"&gt;A Day .. one River&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upload feito originalmente por &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jokecat/"&gt;L´(Max)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64819296694824450-5141640562172280124?l=assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~4/gkem3N9w6QA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-26T16:54:24.886-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6008/5943558399_3eb9341834_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-one-river.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>A Fazenda 4  - 2011 - EP1 - Part1</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~3/k4GxSg_S0As/fazenda-4-2011-ep1-part1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (L'(max))</author><pubDate>Wed, 20 Jul 2011 17:13:02 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64819296694824450.post-5836226019012784463</guid><description>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WLl3vy98tPk?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64819296694824450-5836226019012784463?l=assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~4/k4GxSg_S0As" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-20T21:13:02.479-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/WLl3vy98tPk/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/07/fazenda-4-2011-ep1-part1.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Você não ajudou Tiririca na campanha?</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~3/Elg79h43Fk8/voce-nao-ajudou-tiririca-na-campanha.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (L'(max))</author><pubDate>Mon, 18 Jul 2011 19:46:34 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64819296694824450.post-5655694021456479496</guid><description>&lt;div class="wlWriterHeaderFooter" style="float:none; margin:0px; padding:4px 0px 4px 0px;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=http://assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/07/voce-nao-ajudou-tiririca-na-campanha.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-b7LFP8gNQYI/TiTwBOeP1MI/AAAAAAAABu4/FEz85W4cS-Y/s1600-h/Xeque%252520do%252520Tiririca%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Xeque do Tiririca" border="0" alt="Xeque do Tiririca" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-vv1c4l1o3a0/TiTwB35mpqI/AAAAAAAABu8/_hZ1arTPvcY/Xeque%252520do%252520Tiririca_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="657" height="287"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Saiu o primeiro lote de pagamento para os companheiros que ajudaram na campanha…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64819296694824450-5655694021456479496?l=assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~4/Elg79h43Fk8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-18T23:46:34.708-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-vv1c4l1o3a0/TiTwB35mpqI/AAAAAAAABu8/_hZ1arTPvcY/s72-c/Xeque%252520do%252520Tiririca_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/07/voce-nao-ajudou-tiririca-na-campanha.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Tonga da Mironga do Cabuletê</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~3/1nTqhvT_AwQ/tonga-da-mironga-do-cabulete.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (L'(max))</author><pubDate>Tue, 05 Jul 2011 12:30:33 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64819296694824450.post-5000821032026268645</guid><description>&lt;div class="wlWriterHeaderFooter" style="float:none; margin:0px; padding:4px 0px 4px 0px;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=http://assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/07/tonga-da-mironga-do-cabulete.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-YPgNvcc2128/ThNmTHvQcuI/AAAAAAAABuw/e5M4J-AQFTs/s1600-h/ditadura%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="ditadura" border="0" alt="ditadura" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-0NH9aBeOScc/ThNmUzkyPgI/AAAAAAAABu0/tXkeVu_aKGo/ditadura_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ano de 1970.Vinícius e Toquinho voltam da Itália onde haviam acabado de inaugurar a parceria com o disco "A Arca de Noé", fruto de um velho livro que o poetinha fizera para seu filho Pedro, quando este ainda era menino. &lt;br&gt;Encontram o Brasil em pleno "milagre econômico". A censura em alta, a Bossa em baixa. &lt;br&gt;Opositores ao regime pagando com a liberdade e a vida o preço de seus ideais. &lt;br&gt;O poeta é visto como comunista pela cegueira militar e ultrapassado pela intelectualidade militante, que pejorativa e injustamente classifica sua música de easy music. &lt;br&gt;No teatro Castro Alves, em Salvador, é apresentada ao Brasil a nova parceria. &lt;br&gt;Vinícius está casado com a atriz baiana Gesse Gessy, uma das maiores paixões de sua vida, que o aproximaria do candomblé, apresentando-o à Mãe Menininha do Gantois. &lt;br&gt;Sentindo a angústia do companheiro, Gesse o diverte, ensinando-lhe xingamentos em Nagô, entre eles &lt;b&gt;"tonga da mironga do cabuletê", que significa "o pêlo do cu da mãe".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;O mote anal e seu sentimento em relação aos homens de verde oliva inspiram o poeta. &lt;br&gt;Com Toquinho, Vinícius compõe a canção para apresentá-la no Teatro Castro Alves. &lt;br&gt;Era a oportunidade de xingar os militares sem que eles compreendessem a ofensa. &lt;br&gt;E o poeta ainda se divertia com tudo isso: &lt;br&gt;"Te garanto que na Escola Superior de Guerra não tem um milico que saiba falar nagô". &lt;br&gt;Fonte: Vinicius de Moraes: o Poeta da Paixão; uma Biografia. São Paulo: Companhia das Letras, 1994. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tonga da Mironga do Cabuletê &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Toquinho e Vinicius de Moraes &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu caio de bossa eu sou quem eu sou &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu saio da fossa xingando em nagô &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você que ouve e não fala&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; Você que olha e não vê &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu vou lhe dar uma pala &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; Você vai ter que aprender &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;A tonga da mironga do cabuletê &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;A tonga da mironga do cabuletê &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;A tonga da mironga do cabuletê &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você que lê e não sabe &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; Você que reza e não crê &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você que entra e não cabe &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; Você vai ter que viver &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; Na tonga da mironga do cabuletê &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Na tonga da mironga do cabuletê &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Na tonga da mironga do cabuletê &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você que fuma e não traga &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; E que não paga pra ver &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vou lhe rogar uma praga &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu vou é mandar você &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pra tonga da mironga do cabuletê &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pra tonga da mironga do cabuletê &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; Pra tonga da mironga do cabuletê&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64819296694824450-5000821032026268645?l=assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~4/1nTqhvT_AwQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-05T16:30:33.474-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-0NH9aBeOScc/ThNmUzkyPgI/AAAAAAAABu0/tXkeVu_aKGo/s72-c/ditadura_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/07/tonga-da-mironga-do-cabulete.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Amor pelo Marido!!!</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~3/t-YfyljI-dk/amor-pelo-marido.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (L'(max))</author><pubDate>Wed, 08 Jun 2011 11:25:38 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64819296694824450.post-4674297160822546411</guid><description>&lt;div class="wlWriterHeaderFooter" style="float:none; margin:0px; padding:4px 0px 4px 0px;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=http://assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/06/amor-pelo-marido.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enquanto isso, na delegacia:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;Mulher:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Meu marido sumiu!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Policial&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Qual é a altura dele?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;Mulher&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Eu nunca perguntei qual era a altura dele… &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Policial: &lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Ele é magro, é saudável?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;Mulher:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font size="3"&gt;Não é muito magro... acho que é saudável...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Policial: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Qual a cor dos olhos dele?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;Mulher: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Marron claro ou meio verde... Eu nunca prestei muita atenção…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Policial: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E a cor dos cabelos?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;Mulher: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A cor dos cabelos dele muda de acordo com o sol que ele pega…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Policial: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt; O que ele estava usando?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;Mulher:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font size="3"&gt;Terno,&amp;nbsp; ou talvez uma coisa mais casual, eu não vi quando ele saiu…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Policial: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Havia alguém com ele?&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-QwGuJKWPodY/Te--mM9iOuI/AAAAAAAABuo/VNff_0PQumA/s1600-h/labrador%252520chocolate%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="labrador chocolate" border="0" alt="labrador chocolate" align="right" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Eo-Pj8WFf_s/Te--m5Z_K8I/AAAAAAAABus/ajYoQfn2N9M/labrador%252520chocolate_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="195" height="227"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mulher&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font size="3"&gt;Sim, meu cachorro!... Um Labrador chamado Calvin, amarrado numa coleira dourada, altura 80 cm , saudável, lindos olhos caramelos,&amp;nbsp; pelo marrom quase preto, a unha do seu dedão esquerdo estava um pouquinho lascada, ele nunca late, estava usando também uma linda roupinha dourada com listras azuis, ele não gosta de comida vegetariana, a gente come junto, a gente corre junto, muitas vezes ficamos só alí, lado a lado, fazendo companhia um para o outro…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;e a mulher começou a chorar… &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Policial&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font size="3"&gt;OK.Vamos procurar pelo cachorro primeiro!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64819296694824450-4674297160822546411?l=assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~4/t-YfyljI-dk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-08T15:25:38.879-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Eo-Pj8WFf_s/Te--m5Z_K8I/AAAAAAAABus/ajYoQfn2N9M/s72-c/labrador%252520chocolate_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/06/amor-pelo-marido.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>A Nona disse No!</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~3/l6Zm9G35dzs/nona-disse-no.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (L'(max))</author><pubDate>Mon, 06 Jun 2011 04:52:44 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64819296694824450.post-2222886762801233077</guid><description>&lt;div class="wlWriterHeaderFooter" style="float:none; margin:0px; padding:4px 0px 4px 0px;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=http://assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/06/nona-disse-no.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-RizGfb4JVeI/Tey_ddYwswI/AAAAAAAABuY/3gPXSRmwGm4/s1600-h/nona%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="nona" border="0" alt="nona" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-rsMWFirATFY/Tey_e8FD65I/AAAAAAAABuc/ECVEebC3L80/nona_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Os médicos deixaram que os parentes levassem o Nono para a sua casa, para cumprir seu último desejo: o de morrer em casa, ao lado de seus queridos.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Foi para o quarto e as visitas foram se revezando para tentar consolar e dar conforto ao Nono em seu derradeiro momento. &lt;p&gt;De repente o Nono sentiu um aroma maravilhoso que vinha da cozinha. &lt;p&gt;Era a Nona tirando do forno uma fornada de cuca!!  &lt;p&gt;Os olhos do Nono brilharam e ele se reanimou.  &lt;p&gt;Então, o Nono pediu ao bisneto que estava ao lado da cama dele:  &lt;p&gt;'Piccolo mio, va in cucina e pede um petzo de cuca pra Nona..' &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-6sZpcbgNnwQ/Tey_gH1g9gI/AAAAAAAABug/826_KJvKQTI/s1600-h/cuca%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="cuca" border="0" alt="cuca" align="right" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-DHmBrASJN5Y/Tey_hoeGkUI/AAAAAAAABuk/AQg8KT-ykio/cuca_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="170"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;O guri foi e voltou muito rápido.  &lt;p&gt;'E a cuca?' - perguntou o Nono. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;'A Nona disse que no!' &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;'Ma per que no, porca miséria, ma que vecchia desgraciata! Que qüesta putana falô?' &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;'A Nona disse...que as cuca ....é pro velório !!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64819296694824450-2222886762801233077?l=assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~4/l6Zm9G35dzs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-06T08:52:44.081-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-rsMWFirATFY/Tey_e8FD65I/AAAAAAAABuc/ECVEebC3L80/s72-c/nona_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/06/nona-disse-no.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Xicaras de Chá e Fadas no ar...</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~3/I-RukCR-8K0/xicaras-de-cha-e-fadas-no-ar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (L'(max))</author><pubDate>Tue, 24 May 2011 20:43:10 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64819296694824450.post-3200120561140370554</guid><description>&lt;div class="wlWriterHeaderFooter" style="float:none; margin:0px; padding:4px 0px 4px 0px;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=http://assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/05/xicaras-de-cha-e-fadas-no-ar.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A7XliTiyoC0/Tdx6woQHkuI/AAAAAAAABuI/4cQ1Pa-CB_I/s1600-h/fadinhas%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="fadinhas" border="0" alt="fadinhas" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A7XliTiyoC0/Tdx6xcEX6oI/AAAAAAAABuM/8q6H1PGSgbg/fadinhas_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="562" height="402"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As cinco, fadas tomam chá&lt;br&gt;Melissa, Camomila, é o que há&lt;br&gt;Rejuvenecem, acalentam, dão sono&lt;br&gt;Ainda mais com pedacinhos de bolo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Capim santo limão&lt;br&gt;Maça, pêra, melão&lt;br&gt;Menta, pitanga, hortelã&lt;br&gt;de noite, de tarde, de manhã&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fadinhas felizes entornam&lt;br&gt;em xicaras ornadas comemoram&lt;br&gt;as floradas que passarinhos anunciam&lt;br&gt;dos biquinhos sobrevoam e jogam&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sementes de erva-doce viram&lt;br&gt;um chá verde que brilha&lt;br&gt;as mesmas sementes vão na massa&lt;br&gt;bolinhos quentinhos por toda a casa&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A7XliTiyoC0/Tdx6yA__iWI/AAAAAAAABuQ/hlmXEleyM40/s1600-h/cha%20das%20fadas%20s%5B14%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="cha das fadas s" border="0" alt="cha das fadas s" align="right" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A7XliTiyoC0/Tdx6y8HmLnI/AAAAAAAABuU/MvIg5obNIKg/cha%20das%20fadas%20s_thumb%5B12%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="195" height="219"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;O que seria dessas fadinhas&lt;br&gt;sem os chás que planta a bruxinha&lt;br&gt;ficaram tristes e sérias&lt;br&gt;apagadas e aéreas&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Biscoitinhos de povilho acompanham&lt;br&gt;o chá das fadas, que cantam&lt;br&gt;Chás verde, branco e preto&lt;br&gt;Pelas plantas, tenham respeito!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Toalá Carolina Petricelli&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64819296694824450-3200120561140370554?l=assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~4/I-RukCR-8K0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-25T00:43:10.809-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A7XliTiyoC0/Tdx6xcEX6oI/AAAAAAAABuM/8q6H1PGSgbg/s72-c/fadinhas_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/05/xicaras-de-cha-e-fadas-no-ar.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Fotógrafo passa 36 anos fotografando irmãs para mostrar como o tempo age sobre nós…</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~3/g4uP51QsfR4/fotografo-passa-36-anos-fotografando.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (L'(max))</author><pubDate>Fri, 13 May 2011 09:34:23 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64819296694824450.post-1988851742138689834</guid><description>&lt;div class="wlWriterHeaderFooter" style="float:none; margin:0px; padding:4px 0px 4px 0px;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=http://assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/05/fotografo-passa-36-anos-fotografando.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline; float: left" alt="" align="left" src="http://colunistas.ig.com.br/obutecodanet/files/2011/05/sisters_35.jpg" width="166" height="132"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;O fotógrafo Nicholas Nixon é responsável por uma compilação de fotos bastante curiosa.  &lt;p&gt;Desde 1975, ele é responsável por fotografar quatro irmãs. A intenção é mostrar como o tempo age sobre nosso corpo. &lt;p&gt;As imagens, em preto e branco, mostram as irmãs que tinham de 15 a 25 anos.  &lt;p&gt;A mais velha delas, Bebe, é esposa do fotógrafo. &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:0a3e9ac3-2f80-4b19-b66b-62dab7d4349b" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="0d1c5d7f-2380-44cc-a165-62fb03171721" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lqpWERPecjo" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A7XliTiyoC0/Tc1dg79T-gI/AAAAAAAABuE/RF1Z4y7gBYU/video93d3dcc32b15%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('0d1c5d7f-2380-44cc-a165-62fb03171721'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;587\&amp;quot; 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margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jokecat/5660832329/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5068/5660832329_79751f6771_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jokecat/5660832329/"&gt;Starting in autumn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upload feito originalmente por &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jokecat/"&gt;L´(Max)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E lá vem frio novamente!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64819296694824450-7184181385392361214?l=assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~4/M5mvb8RsJS4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-28T08:13:18.655-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5068/5660832329_79751f6771_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/04/starting-in-autumn.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Concentration for the race: "Lonely crowd"</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~3/u5-GBcQzpkE/concentration-for-race-crowd.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (L'(max))</author><pubDate>Thu, 14 Apr 2011 20:51:48 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64819296694824450.post-8644933216969743170</guid><description>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jokecat/5608011719/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5263/5608011719_413f3f2e67_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jokecat/5608011719/"&gt;Concentration for the race: &amp;quot;Lonely crowd&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upload feito originalmente por &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jokecat/"&gt;L´(Max)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64819296694824450-8644933216969743170?l=assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~4/u5-GBcQzpkE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-15T00:51:48.648-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5263/5608011719_413f3f2e67_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/04/concentration-for-race-crowd.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Está difícil Teclar? Dicas de “Acrónimos”…</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~3/Irqz6CnsfyM/esta-dificil-teclar-dicas-de-acronimos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (L'(max))</author><pubDate>Tue, 22 Mar 2011 20:56:55 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64819296694824450.post-3298772739741794324</guid><description>&lt;div class="wlWriterHeaderFooter" style="float:none; margin:0px; padding:4px 0px 4px 0px;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=http://assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/03/esta-dificil-teclar-dicas-de-acronimos.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dia desses eu vi um bate papo onde não consegui entender “bulhufas” de nada, era mais ou menos assim:&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A7XliTiyoC0/TYlslJoSNFI/AAAAAAAABtQ/9BxWXvhDwPI/s1600-h/Teclado%20especial%20para%20salas%20de%20bate-papo%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline; float: right" title="Teclado especial para salas de bate-papo" alt="Teclado especial para salas de bate-papo" align="right" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A7XliTiyoC0/TYlsmfaDm6I/AAAAAAAABtU/FJNtMcYXBBk/Teclado%20especial%20para%20salas%20de%20bate-papo_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="303" height="228"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“&lt;br&gt;user1-&amp;gt; Hey PPL AFAIK all of U are DED on this EG.&lt;br&gt;user2 –&amp;gt; GTS! IDC this game is NSFW and TBH.&lt;br&gt;user1 –&amp;gt; LMAO…&lt;br&gt;” &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Deu para entender algo? Bom eu fiquei tentando decifrar e fui buscar pelos &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acr%C3%B3nimo"&gt;acrónimos&lt;/a&gt; da modernidade!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Estes &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acr%C3%B3nimo"&gt;acrónimos&lt;/a&gt; são largamente utilizados em conversações em tempo real, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Telegrafia"&gt;telegramas&lt;/a&gt;, e &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/SMS"&gt;SMS&lt;/a&gt;. Embora a sua quase totalidade derive do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/L%C3%ADngua_inglesa"&gt;inglês&lt;/a&gt;, foram universalizadas pela &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Internet"&gt;Internet&lt;/a&gt; e são utilizadas em praticamente qualquer língua. Aí vão alguns que acho serem bem “RLZ”…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;10x: Thanks (obrigado)  &lt;li&gt;AFAIK: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;s &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;ar &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;s &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;K&lt;/b&gt;now&lt;/i&gt; (Pelo Que Sei/Até onde eu sei)  &lt;li&gt;AFK: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;way &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;rom &lt;b&gt;K&lt;/b&gt;eyboard (Ausente do Teclado)&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;li&gt;AFG: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;way &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;rom the &lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;ame (Ausente do Jogo, utilizado em jogos quando o jogador se ausenta por um curto período)&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;li&gt;AKA: &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;lso &lt;b&gt;K&lt;/b&gt;nown &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;s (Também conhecido como)  &lt;li&gt;ASL: &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;ge &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;ex &lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;ocation (Idade, sexo, Local)  &lt;li&gt;ASAP: &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;s &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;oon &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;s &lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;ossible (O mais cedo possível)  &lt;li&gt;AU: &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;lternative &lt;b&gt;U&lt;/b&gt;niverse (Universo Alternativo, normalmente usado em FanFics onde o autor usa os personagens fora do contexto original)  &lt;li&gt;B4: before (antes)  &lt;li&gt;BAK: back at keyboard (de volta ao teclado)  &lt;li&gt;BB: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;ye &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;ye&lt;/i&gt; (Tchau Tchau, lê-se "bai bai")  &lt;li&gt;BRB: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;e &lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;ight &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;ack&lt;/i&gt; (Volto já) ou &lt;b&gt;Bee are bee&lt;/b&gt; pronuncia das letras (Abelhas são Abelhas)  &lt;li&gt;BBL: &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;e &lt;b&gt;b&lt;/b&gt;ack &lt;b&gt;l&lt;/b&gt;ater (volto depois)  &lt;li&gt;BF: &lt;b&gt;b&lt;/b&gt;oy&lt;b&gt;f&lt;/b&gt;riend (namorado) ou &lt;b&gt;b&lt;/b&gt;est &lt;b&gt;f&lt;/b&gt;riend (melhor amigo)  &lt;li&gt;BFF: best friends forever (melhores amigos para sempre)  &lt;li&gt;BJ: BlowJob (guloso, "boquete")  &lt;li&gt;BSF: but seriously folks (mas sério gente)  &lt;li&gt;BTW: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;y &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;he &lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;ay&lt;/i&gt; e &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;et&lt;b&gt;w&lt;/b&gt;een (A propósito, no entanto - Entre)  &lt;li&gt;BYOB: Bring your own booze/bombs. ("Traga sua própria bebida" / "Traga sua própria bomba" &lt;i&gt;(System Of a Down - B.Y.O.B)&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;li&gt;CU: Lê-se "See You" (Vejo você – abreviação de &lt;i&gt;See You Later&lt;/i&gt;, vejo você em breve).  &lt;li&gt;CYA ou C YA ou CY A: "See You Later"  &lt;li&gt;DED: Dead (Morto)  &lt;li&gt;DIY: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;o &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;t &lt;b&gt;Y&lt;/b&gt;ourself&lt;/i&gt; (Faça você Mesmo)  &lt;li&gt;EG: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;asy &lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;ame&lt;/i&gt; (jogo facil, normalmente se fala quando se ganha um jogo facilmente)  &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Estimated_time_of_arrival"&gt;ETA&lt;/a&gt;: Estimated Time of Arrival (tempo estimado de chegada)  &lt;li&gt;FDM: &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;ilho(a) &lt;b&gt;d&lt;/b&gt;a &lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;ãe  &lt;li&gt;FDP: &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;ilho(a) &lt;b&gt;d&lt;/b&gt;a &lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;uta  &lt;li&gt;FDS: &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;im &lt;b&gt;d&lt;/b&gt;e &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;emana  &lt;li&gt;FF: &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;ollow &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;riday (na sexta-feira seguinte)  &lt;li&gt;FFS: &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;or &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;uck &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;ake (Com um Caralho)  &lt;li&gt;FTA: &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;irst &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;urn &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;dvantage ( Vantagem do Primeiro Turno )  &lt;li&gt;FTW: &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;or &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;he &lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;in  &lt;li&gt;FTW: &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;uck &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;he &lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;hat(versão ao contrário de WTF, usada por usuários de redes sociais como brincadeira e outra maneira de falar "WTF?")  &lt;li&gt;FTW: &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;ight &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;he &lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;ay (quando alguém é muito bom, você fala por exemplo: I FTW)  &lt;li&gt;FTGW: &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;or &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;he &lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;reatest &lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;in (Para A Grande Vitória)  &lt;li&gt;FUBAR: &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;ucked &lt;b&gt;U&lt;/b&gt;p &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;eyong &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;ll &lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;ecognition (Fodido para além do reconhecimento)  &lt;li&gt;FYI: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;or &lt;b&gt;Y&lt;/b&gt;our &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;nformation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anexo:Lista_de_acr%C3%B3nimos_e_siglas#cite_note-0"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; (Para sua informação)  &lt;li&gt;Gal: &lt;i&gt;Girl&lt;/i&gt; (garota, menina, etc)  &lt;li&gt;GG: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;ood &lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;ame&lt;/i&gt; (Usado antes do início de um jogo, ou no final)  &lt;li&gt;GJ: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;ood &lt;b&gt;J&lt;/b&gt;ob&lt;/i&gt; (Bom trabalho, usado para congratular uma pessoa ou uma equipa)  &lt;li&gt;GL: &lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;ood &lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;uck (Boa Sorte)  &lt;li&gt;GF: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;irl&lt;b&gt;f&lt;/b&gt;riend&lt;/i&gt; (namorada)  &lt;li&gt;GLA: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;ood &lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;uck &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;ll&lt;/i&gt; (Boa sorte a todos)  &lt;li&gt;GTFO: &lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;et &lt;b&gt;t&lt;/b&gt;he &lt;b&gt;f&lt;/b&gt;uck &lt;b&gt;o&lt;/b&gt;ut ou &lt;b&gt;g&lt;/b&gt;et &lt;b&gt;t&lt;/b&gt;he &lt;b&gt;f&lt;/b&gt;uck &lt;b&gt;o&lt;/b&gt;ff (Saia logo daqui!, Vá para casa do caralho!, Me deixe em paz!)  &lt;li&gt;GTG: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;oing &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;o &lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;o&lt;/i&gt; ou Gotta Go (vou ir, sair)  &lt;li&gt;GTS: &lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;o &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;o &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;leep (Vai Dormir)  &lt;li&gt;HF: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;ave &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;un&lt;/i&gt; (Se divirtam) Usado antes do ínicio do jogo.  &lt;li&gt;HFA: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;ave &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;un &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;ll&lt;/i&gt; (Se divirtam todos) Usado antes do ínicio do jogo.  &lt;li&gt;H&amp;amp;K: Hugs and kisses (abraços e beijos)  &lt;li&gt;HL: &lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;igh &lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;evel (Alto nível, sugere algo bom, muito bom)  &lt;li&gt;HS: &lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;ead &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;hot (tiro na cabeça)  &lt;li&gt;HTG: &lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;ave &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;o &lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;o (tenho que ir)  &lt;li&gt;IIRC: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;f &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;ecall &lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;orrectly&lt;/i&gt; (Se me lembro corretamente)  &lt;li&gt;IC: I see (eu entendo)  &lt;li&gt;ICQ: I seek you (eu procuro você)  &lt;li&gt;IDC: &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;d&lt;/b&gt;on't &lt;b&gt;c&lt;/b&gt;are (Eu não ligo)  &lt;li&gt;IDK: I don´t know (eu não sei)  &lt;li&gt;ILU: I Love You (eu te amo( no ingles o U se lê como you))  &lt;li&gt;IMHO: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;n &lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;y &lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;umble &lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;pinion&lt;/i&gt; (Na minha humilde opinião)  &lt;li&gt;IWCB: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; W'&lt;/i&gt;ill &lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;ome &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;ack (Eu Voltarei.)  &lt;li&gt;IMO: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;n &lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;y &lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;pinion&lt;/i&gt; (Na minha opinião)  &lt;li&gt;IOW: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;n &lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;ther &lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;ords&lt;/i&gt; (Em outras palavras)  &lt;li&gt;ITT: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;n &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;his &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;hread&lt;/i&gt; (Nesta discução - usado em foruns e imageboards para relacionar um assunto a ser discutido)  &lt;li&gt;J/K: just kidding (apenas brincando)  &lt;li&gt;K: O&lt;b&gt;K&lt;/b&gt; (Na pronúncia americana "kei")  &lt;li&gt;KEWL: cool (legal)  &lt;li&gt;KISS: Keep It Simple, Sweetheart; ou Keep It Simple, Stupid  &lt;li&gt;KIT: keep in touch (mantenha contato)  &lt;li&gt;L8R: later (depois)  &lt;li&gt;LMAO: '&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;aughing &lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;y &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;ss &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;ff (Rindo até cair de cu/Rindo até o cu fazer bico/Me caguei de tanto rir)&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/LOL"&gt;LOL&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;aughing &lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;ut &lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;oud&lt;/i&gt; ou Lot of Laughing (Rindo alto)  &lt;li&gt;LY: &lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;ove &lt;b&gt;Y&lt;/b&gt;ou (Te amo)  &lt;li&gt;N/A: Not Avaiable (não disponivel)  &lt;li&gt;N1: &lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;ice &lt;b&gt;One&lt;/b&gt; (Boa)  &lt;li&gt;NEOQAV: Nunca Esqueça O Quanto Amo Você  &lt;li&gt;NH: &lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;ice &lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;and (Boa mão. Usado em jogos de carta)  &lt;li&gt;NM(H)O: &lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;a &lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;inha (&lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;umilde) &lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;pinião  &lt;li&gt;NN: &lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;o &lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;oise (Sem Ruido)  &lt;li&gt;NP: &lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;o &lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;roblem (Sem problemas!; tá beleza!)  &lt;li&gt;NSFW: &lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;o &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;afe &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;or &lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;ork (Não Seguro Para o Trabalho - usado em títulos para indicar que certo conteúdo contém material impróprio para o ambiente de trabalho, normalmente material erótico)  &lt;li&gt;NS: &lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;ice &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;hot (Bom Tiro)  &lt;li&gt;OK: &lt;b&gt;0&lt;/b&gt;(zero) &lt;b&gt;K&lt;/b&gt;ill  &lt;li&gt;OMG: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;h &lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;y &lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;od (Oh Meu Deus, Ah Meu Deus)&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;li&gt;ORLY: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;h &lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;e &lt;b&gt;a&lt;/b&gt;l&lt;b&gt;l&lt;/b&gt;y (Oh!Verdade?,Oh!sério)&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;li&gt;OMW: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;n &lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;y &lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;ay (Estou a Caminho)&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;li&gt;OOC: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;ut &lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;f &lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;haracter (Fora do Personagem - geralmente se usa em jogos de RPG, quando você quer agir fora do comportamento do seu personagem.)&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;li&gt;PAD: Pelo Amor de Deus  &lt;li&gt;PDS: &lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;onto &lt;b&gt;d&lt;/b&gt;e &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;ituação  &lt;li&gt;PITA: &lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;ain &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;n &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;he &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;ss (chatice, chato, aborrecido)  &lt;li&gt;PCR: Partir o Côco a Rir  &lt;li&gt;PEBCAK: Problem Exists Between Chair And Keyboard (Há Problemas Entre a Cadeira e o Teclado)  &lt;li&gt;PPL: People (pessoas, gente, pessoal)  &lt;li&gt;PSA: &lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;ara a &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;ua &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;ção  &lt;li&gt;PSC: &lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;ara o &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;eu &lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;onhecimento  &lt;li&gt;PSI: &lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;ara a &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;ua &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;nformação  &lt;li&gt;RIP: &lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;est &lt;b&gt;i&lt;/b&gt;n &lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;eace (Descanse em Paz)  &lt;li&gt;RLZ: Rules, Rulez, algo legal, que está no comando.  &lt;li&gt;RLY: Really (Sério, verdade)  &lt;li&gt;ROX: Rocks (muito legal, descolado)  &lt;li&gt;ROTFL: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;olling &lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;n &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;he &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;loor &lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;aughing&lt;/i&gt; (Rolando no chão de rir)  &lt;li&gt;ROFL: idem anterior, mas sem o "the"  &lt;li&gt;ROTFLOLPIMP: rolling on the floor laughing out loud pissing in my pants (rolando no chao a rir muito alto fazendo xixi nas calças)  &lt;li&gt;RTFM: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;ead &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;he &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;ucking &lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;anual (Leia a porra do manual)&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;li&gt;SNAFU: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;ituation &lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;ormal: &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;ll &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;ucked &lt;b&gt;U&lt;/b&gt;p&lt;/i&gt; (situação normal, bagunçado como de costume)  &lt;li&gt;SIC: (Latim = Assim) Palavra latina usada em textos para dizer que alguma frase/expressão foi escrita exatamente como dita por seu autor. &lt;sup&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anexo:Lista_de_acr%C3%B3nimos_e_siglas#cite_note-1"&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;  &lt;li&gt;SK8: Skate  &lt;li&gt;SDS: &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;ó &lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;eus &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;abe  &lt;li&gt;SUX: Sucks (algo muito ruim, fraco ou chato)  &lt;li&gt;U = You (Você)  &lt;li&gt;U2: You too (Vocês também ou tu também)  &lt;li&gt;TBH: &lt;b&gt;T&lt;i&gt;o&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;b'&lt;/i&gt;e &lt;b&gt;h&lt;/b&gt;onest (para ser sincero)  &lt;li&gt;TEAB: &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;o &lt;b&gt;e&lt;/b&gt;ternity &lt;b&gt;a&lt;/b&gt;nd &lt;b&gt;b&lt;/b&gt;eyond (ao infinito e além)  &lt;li&gt;TGIF: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;hank &lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;od &lt;b&gt;i&lt;/b&gt;t's &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;riday (Graças a Deus é Sexta Feira)&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;li&gt;TNX: Thanks (Obrigado, grato)  &lt;li&gt;TMTH: &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;oo &lt;b&gt;m&lt;/b&gt;uch &lt;b&gt;t&lt;/b&gt;o &lt;b&gt;h&lt;/b&gt;andle (Demais para segurar, aguentar, suportar)  &lt;li&gt;THX: Thanks (Obrigado, grato)  &lt;li&gt;TKS: Thanks (Obrigado, grato)  &lt;li&gt;TTYL: &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;alk &lt;b&gt;t&lt;/b&gt;o &lt;b&gt;y&lt;/b&gt;ou &lt;b&gt;l&lt;/b&gt;ater (falo com você depois)  &lt;li&gt;TY: &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;hank &lt;b&gt;Y&lt;/b&gt;ou (obrigado)  &lt;li&gt;TYG: &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;hank&lt;b&gt;Y&lt;/b&gt;ou&lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;od  &lt;li&gt;WAYD?: &lt;b&gt;What&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;a&lt;/b&gt;re &lt;b&gt;y&lt;/b&gt;ou &lt;b&gt;d&lt;/b&gt;oing? (O que você está fazendo?)  &lt;li&gt;W8: Wait (espera, espere)  &lt;li&gt;WB: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;elcome &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;ack&lt;/i&gt; (Bem vindo de volta)  &lt;li&gt;WIP: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;ork &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;n&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;rogress&lt;i&gt;(Trabalho em Desenvolvimento)&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;li&gt;WRT: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;ith &lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;egard &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;o&lt;/i&gt; (Em relação a)  &lt;li&gt;WTF: &lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;hat &lt;b&gt;t&lt;/b&gt;he &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;uck? (Que porra é essa?, Mas que porra!)  &lt;li&gt;XO ou XOXO: kisses and hugs (beijos e abraços)  &lt;li&gt;YA: 'Yes' (Sim)  &lt;li&gt;YW: &lt;b&gt;Y&lt;/b&gt;ou're &lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;elcome (Seja Bem-vindo, De nada - reposta de "obrigado")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bom… Por enquanto é isso, “TBH” espero que ajude um pouquinho!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;GLA GTG&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-left-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A7XliTiyoC0/TYlukbkACoI/AAAAAAAABtY/OGWYehgx20U/wlEmoticon-smile%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64819296694824450-3298772739741794324?l=assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~4/Irqz6CnsfyM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-23T00:56:55.078-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A7XliTiyoC0/TYlsmfaDm6I/AAAAAAAABtU/FJNtMcYXBBk/s72-c/Teclado%20especial%20para%20salas%20de%20bate-papo_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/03/esta-dificil-teclar-dicas-de-acronimos.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>No Corre!</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~3/Z-aMHlqRhlQ/no-corre.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (L'(max))</author><pubDate>Wed, 02 Mar 2011 19:43:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64819296694824450.post-8088416730920273992</guid><description>&lt;div class="wlWriterHeaderFooter" style="float:none; margin:0px; padding:4px 0px 4px 0px;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=http://assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-corre.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A7XliTiyoC0/TW8OP--cNII/AAAAAAAABtI/WuUvr9p9U8k/s1600-h/estrada%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="estrada" border="0" alt="estrada" align="right" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A7XliTiyoC0/TW8OQsAeSTI/AAAAAAAABtM/Q3jUBZHmRf4/estrada_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="279" height="354"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Pegue todos os seus sonhos e coloque-os a frente das mazelas do dia a dia.&lt;br&gt;Siga seu caminho sem se importar com os olhos alheios, não se importe com os dedos estranhos, não veja e persiga os erros dos outros como uma meta abominável.&lt;br&gt;Perdoe mais, sem perder o seu atilamento sobre as coisas que realmente importam! &lt;br&gt;E o que importa? &lt;br&gt;Importa você estar de bem com os seus princípios. &lt;br&gt;Seja perseverante em tudo que acredita e assim o universo estará ao seu lado. &lt;br&gt;Faça de seus dias leves, assim seus problemas se dissiparam com a mesma intensidade.&lt;br&gt;Viaje de corpo e alma, pegue uma estrada para um bom final de semana, onde sua mente gosta de estar. Não ultrapasse o limite de velocidade neste final de semana, aproveite e contemple a paisagem que passará mais lentamente, e também é claro, você não precisará ficar preocupado em encontrar o próximo radar. &lt;br&gt;Se esqueça daquele assunto chato do meio da semana, pare para tomar comer um bolo em uma casa de chá e importe-se apenas com o cantar dos pássaros ao seu redor.&lt;br&gt;Seja! &lt;br&gt;E fique atento em ser... Respeite e seja educado, pois assim os retornos serão sempre positivos.&lt;br&gt;Olhe para seus filhos, com o respeito que eles merecem por serem seres independentes e pensantes, ensine-os com o melhor do que há de você e procure investimentos intelectuais, pois só este desenvolvimento trará o melhor para eles.&lt;br&gt;Pense positivamente em tudo que se propor à realizar, ande sempre em direção ao que lhe parece bom.&lt;br&gt;Sempre ouça mais do que fala, mas nunca deixe de expor seu ponto de vista, exponha mas nunca imponha, faça ser entendido e não engolido.&lt;br&gt;Use as portas da frente para entrar e sair de qualquer situação e nunca se esconda.&lt;br&gt;Nunca permita que o seu cansaço deixe-o com vontade de parar e desistir. Ganhe! Vença! Você está aqui para isso... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;E assim vamo-nos neste “Corre” do dia a dia!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Besteira?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Pode ser... Mas eu tento!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64819296694824450-8088416730920273992?l=assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~4/Z-aMHlqRhlQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-03T00:43:00.944-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A7XliTiyoC0/TW8OQsAeSTI/AAAAAAAABtM/Q3jUBZHmRf4/s72-c/estrada_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-corre.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Cheiro de…</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~3/e158zRFZ1CQ/cheiro-de.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (L'(max))</author><pubDate>Wed, 02 Mar 2011 11:53:40 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64819296694824450.post-7270269799341027529</guid><description>&lt;div class="wlWriterHeaderFooter" style="float:none; margin:0px; padding:4px 0px 4px 0px;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=http://assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/03/cheiro-de.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A7XliTiyoC0/TW6gNfMbdpI/AAAAAAAABs0/taDznW5jNPM/s1600-h/outono2%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="outono2" border="0" alt="outono2" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A7XliTiyoC0/TW6gPbtWDsI/AAAAAAAABs4/e_LY6RcD_7c/outono2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="499" height="375"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A brisa morna que acaricia em suave seus cabelos,&lt;br&gt;Mistura-se ao suave perfume das mais elegantes flores.&lt;br&gt;A brisa fria entrelaçada aos sussurros de folhas caindo,&lt;br&gt;O Morno da tarde e o esfriar da noite amáveis dançando.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;E lá vem o Outono austral, &lt;br&gt;perfumado de folhas decíduas.&lt;br&gt;Colorido do cobre natural,&lt;br&gt;e da prata nas nuvens suas.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A bruma leve de uma antiga anunciação,&lt;br&gt;No delicado vai e vem de galhos curvos.&lt;br&gt;O Cantar sem fulgor em ouvidos de paixão,&lt;br&gt;de livres desejos que não farão turvos.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;... E o Astro cruza o equador celestial rumo ao norte!&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64819296694824450-7270269799341027529?l=assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~4/e158zRFZ1CQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-02T16:53:40.371-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A7XliTiyoC0/TW6gPbtWDsI/AAAAAAAABs4/e_LY6RcD_7c/s72-c/outono2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://assunto-aleatorio.blogspot.com/2011/03/cheiro-de.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Brincadeira de Criança…</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Jokecat-Aleatorio/~3/Q8LcjhLllEA/brincadeira-de-crianca.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (L'(max))</author><pubDate>Sun, 27 Feb 2011 16:32:27 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64819296694824450.post-7579105756079713525</guid><description>&lt;div class="wlWriterHeaderFooter" style="float:none; 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