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DISK FINADOS
Lançaram em Portugal o novo serviço por telefone, é o  Disk-Finados.   Você
telefona e ouve um minuto de silêncio!
 
 
CURVA PERIGOSA
O português estava dirigindo em uma estrada, quando viu uma  pla ca   que
dizia: "Curva Perigosa à Esquerda". Ele não teve dúvidas:   virou à
Direita!
 
 
AGENDA DE TELEFONE
Por que os &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mandapraka/~4/uMKQal_NENY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/03/ultimas-de-portugal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ICRnYzcCp7ImA9WxBVGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877176470258451154.post-7783195340574435716</id><published>2010-02-23T15:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:59:27.888-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-23T15:59:27.888-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Filhos" /><title>Para o Pai - Tem filha ou... pretende ter?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/feeds/7783195340574435716/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/para-o-pai-tem-filha-ou-pretende-ter.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/7783195340574435716?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/7783195340574435716?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mandapraka/~3/XbiOvrteoR8/para-o-pai-tem-filha-ou-pretende-ter.html" title="Para o Pai - Tem filha ou... pretende ter?" /><author><name>MandaPraKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15218061487541259033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5rr8oAJ-Dc/StiwndsHPFI/AAAAAAAAABs/KtnlhSA_uHI/S220/rir2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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Agora vai ser assim. Não tenho mais paciência, CHEGA ! ! ! 
Autorização de Namoro - Formulário.

Com o recente surgimento de alguns pretendentes querendo namorar a minha filha,tirei da gaveta o seguinte formulário que agora disponibilizo para todos que tenham ou possam a ter uma filha. 
OBS : Já se passaram dois meses e os pretendentes ainda não voltaram para&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mandapraka/~4/XbiOvrteoR8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/para-o-pai-tem-filha-ou-pretende-ter.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIERXoyfCp7ImA9WxBVGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877176470258451154.post-8171925091413924691</id><published>2010-02-23T15:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:41:44.494-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-23T15:41:44.494-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Político" /><title>Lula assistindo 'O LAGO DOS CISNES"</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/feeds/8171925091413924691/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/lula-assistindo-o-lago-dos-cisnes.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/8171925091413924691?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/8171925091413924691?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mandapraka/~3/_fF6_ghvC88/lula-assistindo-o-lago-dos-cisnes.html" title="Lula assistindo 'O LAGO DOS CISNES&quot;" /><author><name>Marcelo Lourenço</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E88-RhPPzx8/TtEBGoHLqgI/AAAAAAAAFQk/x9QvSIps950/s220/Marcelo%2BLouren%25C3%25A7o.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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Marisa, muito cansada após um longo dia de compromissos sociais (?????????) e muito interessada em qualquer tipo de cultura (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!), dorme profundamente durante a maior parte do espetáculo.

Em certo momento acorda e sem graça, pergunta ao Presidente: 

- 'Lula dormi...

Será que alguém da platéia notou?'

&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mandapraka/~4/_fF6_ghvC88" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/lula-assistindo-o-lago-dos-cisnes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMERXc9eip7ImA9WxBVGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877176470258451154.post-390604821387351531</id><published>2010-02-23T15:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:40:04.962-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-23T15:40:04.962-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Frases" /><title>Frases</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/feeds/390604821387351531/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/frases.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/390604821387351531?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/390604821387351531?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mandapraka/~3/FOzhJA-b9Fw/frases.html" title="Frases" /><author><name>Marcelo Lourenço</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E88-RhPPzx8/TtEBGoHLqgI/AAAAAAAAFQk/x9QvSIps950/s220/Marcelo%2BLouren%25C3%25A7o.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9u139aec7LBcoMDkmMR_HlZSTuY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9u139aec7LBcoMDkmMR_HlZSTuY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9u139aec7LBcoMDkmMR_HlZSTuY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9u139aec7LBcoMDkmMR_HlZSTuY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dizem que mulher satisfeita não trai. Mas alguém já viu mulher satisfeita ?. . . 
Se você está se sentindo sozinho...achando que ninguém liga para você, atrase um pagamento!!!...' 
Sexo é como vestibular, não importa a posição, o importante é entrar..
Mulher bonita é igual a tsunami: Quando chega vem cheia de onda e ninguém enxerga o perigo. Quando vai embora leva o carro, a casa e tudo mais que &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mandapraka/~4/FOzhJA-b9Fw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/frases.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04CRHc7eCp7ImA9WxBVGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877176470258451154.post-8569943263025331727</id><published>2010-02-23T15:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:32:45.900-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-23T15:32:45.900-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Padre" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Negão" /><title>O Papa e o Negão</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/feeds/8569943263025331727/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-papa-e-o-negao.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/8569943263025331727?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/8569943263025331727?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mandapraka/~3/mW4GETGD3g4/o-papa-e-o-negao.html" title="O Papa e o Negão" /><author><name>Marcelo Lourenço</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E88-RhPPzx8/TtEBGoHLqgI/AAAAAAAAFQk/x9QvSIps950/s220/Marcelo%2BLouren%25C3%25A7o.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cBzFQo9Lk6G2SlhkR2tqFz_oFGs/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cBzFQo9Lk6G2SlhkR2tqFz_oFGs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cBzFQo9Lk6G2SlhkR2tqFz_oFGs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cBzFQo9Lk6G2SlhkR2tqFz_oFGs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;O papa chegou ao Brasil em missão não oficial e trouxe um motorista negão. Ele tinha um compromisso e estava atrasado, o motorista não passava de 80 km/h , a toda hora o papa falava pro negão andar mais rápido e nada... ele continuava nos 80 km/h . 
Aí o papa disse: 
- Deixe que eu mesmo irei dirigindo. 
E foi. O negão ficou no banco de trás e o próprio papa foi levando o carro a 140km/h. 
Foi &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mandapraka/~4/mW4GETGD3g4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-papa-e-o-negao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ANQ30-eyp7ImA9WxBVGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877176470258451154.post-531597091681973422</id><published>2010-02-23T15:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:29:52.353-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-23T15:29:52.353-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Português" /><title>Português - De Olho na Xereca</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/feeds/531597091681973422/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/portugues-de-olho-na-xereca.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/531597091681973422?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/531597091681973422?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mandapraka/~3/8UqbEXtt4T0/portugues-de-olho-na-xereca.html" title="Português - De Olho na Xereca" /><author><name>Marcelo Lourenço</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E88-RhPPzx8/TtEBGoHLqgI/AAAAAAAAFQk/x9QvSIps950/s220/Marcelo%2BLouren%25C3%25A7o.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TQG4nlM6Sr0T94HOaUwY_ObBD6E/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TQG4nlM6Sr0T94HOaUwY_ObBD6E/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TQG4nlM6Sr0T94HOaUwY_ObBD6E/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TQG4nlM6Sr0T94HOaUwY_ObBD6E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;O português  foi viajar  de trem e sentou-se em frente a uma morena gostosíssima, que usava uma mini-saia.

Nisso, se dá conta de que ela não usava calcinha. 
Então a morena diz:
- Você está olhando pra minha xoxota?
- Ãn, ah, sim, me desculpe senhorita - Responde o português. 
- Está bem - responde a mulher
- Mas já que quer olhar, vou fazer com que ela lhe mande um beijo! 
Incrivelmente, a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mandapraka/~4/8UqbEXtt4T0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/portugues-de-olho-na-xereca.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IGSXw5fyp7ImA9WxBVGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877176470258451154.post-2324224599297979101</id><published>2010-02-23T15:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:25:28.227-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-23T15:25:28.227-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Turco" /><title>Turco - Cheio da Grana</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/feeds/2324224599297979101/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/turco-cheio-da-grana.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/2324224599297979101?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/2324224599297979101?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mandapraka/~3/EMJo91fOYLY/turco-cheio-da-grana.html" title="Turco - Cheio da Grana" /><author><name>Marcelo Lourenço</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E88-RhPPzx8/TtEBGoHLqgI/AAAAAAAAFQk/x9QvSIps950/s220/Marcelo%2BLouren%25C3%25A7o.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Tp9CTV_d81JaQGSQ_PQTzlGBAYg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Tp9CTV_d81JaQGSQ_PQTzlGBAYg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Tp9CTV_d81JaQGSQ_PQTzlGBAYg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Tp9CTV_d81JaQGSQ_PQTzlGBAYg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Um cara engravatado entra na lojinha do Salim, na Rua 25 de Março(SP), e olha com desprezo para o balcão escuro, as roupas penduradas em ganchos e o chão de tacos de madeira sem polimento.
 O Salim se irrita com o desprezo do sujeito e resmunga: Está olhando feio bro lodjínia de Salim burquê?
Com este lodjínia, Salim tem abartamento na Ipanema, tem casa na Búzios, casa na Cambos da Jordon, tem
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mandapraka/~4/EMJo91fOYLY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/turco-cheio-da-grana.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QHSH8_fip7ImA9WxBVGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877176470258451154.post-3463930222377714354</id><published>2010-02-23T15:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:22:19.146-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-23T15:22:19.146-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Estudo" /><title>Estudo - Dialogo difícil entre Pai e Filho</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/feeds/3463930222377714354/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/estudo-dialogo-dificil-entre-pai-e.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/3463930222377714354?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/3463930222377714354?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mandapraka/~3/59o1jPTMcVY/estudo-dialogo-dificil-entre-pai-e.html" title="Estudo - Dialogo difícil entre Pai e Filho" /><author><name>Marcelo Lourenço</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E88-RhPPzx8/TtEBGoHLqgI/AAAAAAAAFQk/x9QvSIps950/s220/Marcelo%2BLouren%25C3%25A7o.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y51b64Rh6T0ujx7vCJKPBEw8kAs/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y51b64Rh6T0ujx7vCJKPBEw8kAs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y51b64Rh6T0ujx7vCJKPBEw8kAs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y51b64Rh6T0ujx7vCJKPBEw8kAs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Vida de pai está cada vez mais difícil. Uma simples conversa com  o filho pequeno pode gerar perplexidade. O diálogo de João Pedro com seu filho Wilkson, de 10 anos, pode servir como prova desse fosso entre as gerações.

- Que você vai ser quando crescer, filho?
- Presidente da República, pai.
- Puxa, filho, que legal. Mas por quê?
- Pra não precisar estudar.
- Não, filho, não é bem assim. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mandapraka/~4/59o1jPTMcVY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/estudo-dialogo-dificil-entre-pai-e.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8FRH09eyp7ImA9WxBVGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877176470258451154.post-3362042373109201022</id><published>2010-02-23T15:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:13:35.363-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-23T15:13:35.363-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="secretária" /><title>Mercado de trabalho Brasileiro !!!‏</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/feeds/3362042373109201022/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/mercado-de-trabalho-brasileiro.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/3362042373109201022?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/3362042373109201022?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mandapraka/~3/wr9pq77VOqg/mercado-de-trabalho-brasileiro.html" title="Mercado de trabalho Brasileiro !!!‏" /><author><name>Marcelo Lourenço</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E88-RhPPzx8/TtEBGoHLqgI/AAAAAAAAFQk/x9QvSIps950/s220/Marcelo%2BLouren%25C3%25A7o.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_UVmX3OJWE7Y5Cg4oud8IHUTgYo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_UVmX3OJWE7Y5Cg4oud8IHUTgYo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_UVmX3OJWE7Y5Cg4oud8IHUTgYo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_UVmX3OJWE7Y5Cg4oud8IHUTgYo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Vi um anúncio de emprego. A vaga era de Gestor de Atendimento Interno, nome que agora se dá à Seção de Serviços Gerais. 

E a empresa exigia que os interessados possuíssem - sem contar a formação superior - liderança, criatividade, energia, ambição, conhecimentos de informática, fluência em inglês e não bastasse tudo isso, ainda fossem HANDS ON. 

Para o felizardo que conseguisse convencer o &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mandapraka/~4/wr9pq77VOqg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/mercado-de-trabalho-brasileiro.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMCQ38zfip7ImA9WxBVGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877176470258451154.post-8866735477387895560</id><published>2010-02-23T15:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:07:42.186-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-23T15:07:42.186-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Casamento" /><title>SÓ POR UMA NOITE...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/feeds/8866735477387895560/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-por-uma-noite.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/8866735477387895560?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/8866735477387895560?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mandapraka/~3/G3gRqOLO5IA/so-por-uma-noite.html" title="SÓ POR UMA NOITE..." /><author><name>Marcelo Lourenço</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E88-RhPPzx8/TtEBGoHLqgI/AAAAAAAAFQk/x9QvSIps950/s220/Marcelo%2BLouren%25C3%25A7o.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/faDzLXerxE4gNIAzx1dzUJiOzng/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/faDzLXerxE4gNIAzx1dzUJiOzng/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/faDzLXerxE4gNIAzx1dzUJiOzng/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/faDzLXerxE4gNIAzx1dzUJiOzng/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Um homem e uma mulher, que nunca tinham se encontrado, mas que eram ambos casados com outras pessoas, foram alocados como passageiros numa mesma cabine de um trem transcontinental.
Embora inicialmente meio acanhados, envergonhados e desconfortáveis com aquela situação de compartilharem o mesmo aposento, ambos estavam muito cansados e caíram no sono rapidamente, ele no beliche superior e ela no &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mandapraka/~4/G3gRqOLO5IA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-por-uma-noite.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYAR3o6fip7ImA9WxBVGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877176470258451154.post-7213066427325834911</id><published>2010-02-23T15:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:02:26.416-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-23T15:02:26.416-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pobre" /><title>Sintomas de Pobreza</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/feeds/7213066427325834911/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/sintomas-de-pobreza.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/7213066427325834911?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/7213066427325834911?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mandapraka/~3/Y8VMrFIFKdM/sintomas-de-pobreza.html" title="Sintomas de Pobreza" /><author><name>Marcelo Lourenço</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E88-RhPPzx8/TtEBGoHLqgI/AAAAAAAAFQk/x9QvSIps950/s220/Marcelo%2BLouren%25C3%25A7o.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/I6GBbxGZYpSOaovKuTiPl_4Rtj4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/I6GBbxGZYpSOaovKuTiPl_4Rtj4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/I6GBbxGZYpSOaovKuTiPl_4Rtj4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/I6GBbxGZYpSOaovKuTiPl_4Rtj4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Muita "crasse" gente, muita "crasse".... ...

1-Degustação em supermercado 
Sabe aqueles balcõezinhos que de vez em quando aparecem no supermercado sempre com uma mocinha simpática e sorridente oferecendo alguma tranqueira para você experimentar? Pois é, pobre adora isso. Quem é pobre adora comer qualquer coisa de graça. Experimenta até biscoito para cachorro. Uma tristeza... 

2-Laje! 
Tem &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mandapraka/~4/Y8VMrFIFKdM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/sintomas-de-pobreza.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMESH44eip7ImA9WxBVGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877176470258451154.post-2133262025896036422</id><published>2010-02-23T14:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T14:50:09.032-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-23T14:50:09.032-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Português" /><title>Português em 3 Ovos</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/feeds/2133262025896036422/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/portugues-em-3-ovos.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/2133262025896036422?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/2133262025896036422?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mandapraka/~3/sW8wk1NjslU/portugues-em-3-ovos.html" title="Português em 3 Ovos" /><author><name>Marcelo Lourenço</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E88-RhPPzx8/TtEBGoHLqgI/AAAAAAAAFQk/x9QvSIps950/s220/Marcelo%2BLouren%25C3%25A7o.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FHhd-FSmcSEUZOLIzmvJQq8s2bw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FHhd-FSmcSEUZOLIzmvJQq8s2bw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FHhd-FSmcSEUZOLIzmvJQq8s2bw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FHhd-FSmcSEUZOLIzmvJQq8s2bw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Um português e um brasileiro andam pela rua, quando, de repente, acham uma lâmpada mágica.

O português esfrega a lâmpada e de dentro dela sai um gênio.

 

Com cara de preocupado, o gênio diz:
- Tenho uma reunião com todos os gênios do planeta, e estou atrasado.
Vou dar três ovos para cada um e, quando quiserem, podem fazer os pedidos. É só quebrar o ovo e fazer o pedido.

O brasileiro vai pra &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mandapraka/~4/sW8wk1NjslU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/portugues-em-3-ovos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUNQXYyeyp7ImA9WxBVGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877176470258451154.post-8040955077469388967</id><published>2010-02-23T14:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T14:48:10.893-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-23T14:48:10.893-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Português" /><title>Como identificar um Português</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/feeds/8040955077469388967/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/como-identificar-um-portugues.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/8040955077469388967?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/8040955077469388967?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mandapraka/~3/OW4aKxgWsWo/como-identificar-um-portugues.html" title="Como identificar um Português" /><author><name>Marcelo Lourenço</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E88-RhPPzx8/TtEBGoHLqgI/AAAAAAAAFQk/x9QvSIps950/s220/Marcelo%2BLouren%25C3%25A7o.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sUrnPkTQs-UjwDBDYkjca0dLhgw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sUrnPkTQs-UjwDBDYkjca0dLhgw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;1. Como identificar um estudante português ?
Ele copia tudo o que a professora escreve no quadro e quando ela apaga o quadro, ele apaga tudo no caderno também.

2. Como identificar um estudante português menos burro?
Ele não copia nada no caderno porque já sabe que a professora vai apagar mesmo.

3. Como português faz leite em pó?
Congela o leite e depois rala.

4. Como você descobre que a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mandapraka/~4/OW4aKxgWsWo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/como-identificar-um-portugues.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAGSH47cCp7ImA9WxBWFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877176470258451154.post-8489927485860032865</id><published>2010-02-08T07:21:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T02:12:09.008-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-09T02:12:09.008-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Paraiso" /><title>Homem e Deus - Perguntas e Respostas</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/feeds/8489927485860032865/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/homem-e-deus-perguntas-e-respostas.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/8489927485860032865?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/8489927485860032865?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mandapraka/~3/fK2ge13j38U/homem-e-deus-perguntas-e-respostas.html" title="Homem e Deus - Perguntas e Respostas" /><author><name>MandaPraKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15218061487541259033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5rr8oAJ-Dc/StiwndsHPFI/AAAAAAAAABs/KtnlhSA_uHI/S220/rir2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_s5zA6PwrMYz9WDyF2pj7QWwBbU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_s5zA6PwrMYz9WDyF2pj7QWwBbU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_s5zA6PwrMYz9WDyF2pj7QWwBbU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_s5zA6PwrMYz9WDyF2pj7QWwBbU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Homem: Deus?Deus: Sim?Homem: Posso perguntar uma coisa?Deus: Claro!Homem: O que é pra você, um milhão de anos?Deus: Um segundo.Homem: E um milhão de dólares?Deus: um centavo.Homem: Deus, pode me dar um centavo?Deus: Espere um segundo.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mandapraka/~4/fK2ge13j38U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/homem-e-deus-perguntas-e-respostas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUDQ348eSp7ImA9WxBWFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877176470258451154.post-2023074395309501184</id><published>2010-02-07T13:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T13:57:52.071-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-07T13:57:52.071-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cartoon" /><title>Infância de Osama Bin Laden</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/feeds/2023074395309501184/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/infancia-de-osama-bin-laden.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/2023074395309501184?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/2023074395309501184?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mandapraka/~3/ETSz4-07vDk/infancia-de-osama-bin-laden.html" title="Infância de Osama Bin Laden" /><author><name>Marcelo Lourenço</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E88-RhPPzx8/TtEBGoHLqgI/AAAAAAAAFQk/x9QvSIps950/s220/Marcelo%2BLouren%25C3%25A7o.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TleR8TybIyo/S27iXVDBxtI/AAAAAAAAE-U/Vv2NZrDa1T0/s72-c/Osama.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Cd44eedSIt8qjQaCIeHk_5-3yqI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Cd44eedSIt8qjQaCIeHk_5-3yqI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Osama Bin Laden em: Gases Tóxicos
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3emCDOoJ1WmXrGhgq0kRRH8o-X4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3emCDOoJ1WmXrGhgq0kRRH8o-X4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sabe por que a qualidade das caixas de fósforo da marca ARGOS é tão ruim?Leia o nome da marca ao contrário e encontre o óbvio!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mandapraka/~4/YB0veh0IibU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/fosforo-ruim.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YMSX8-cCp7ImA9WxBWE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877176470258451154.post-6266222449065148635</id><published>2010-02-04T16:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T16:46:28.158-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-04T16:46:28.158-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Joãozinho" /><title>Joãozinho - O Inocente</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/feeds/6266222449065148635/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/joaozinho-o-inocente.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/6266222449065148635?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/6266222449065148635?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mandapraka/~3/6Kd7TaUBHS0/joaozinho-o-inocente.html" title="Joãozinho - O Inocente" /><author><name>MandaPraKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15218061487541259033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5rr8oAJ-Dc/StiwndsHPFI/AAAAAAAAABs/KtnlhSA_uHI/S220/rir2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eJROy6msiu8rtBodwkLVbNomtWE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eJROy6msiu8rtBodwkLVbNomtWE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eJROy6msiu8rtBodwkLVbNomtWE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eJROy6msiu8rtBodwkLVbNomtWE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Joãozinho chega para a professora e pergunta:- Professora, alguém pode ser culpado por alguma coisaque não fez?- Mas é claro que não, Joãozinho!- Ufa! Eu não fiz o dever de casa.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mandapraka/~4/6Kd7TaUBHS0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/joaozinho-o-inocente.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYAQns4eyp7ImA9WxBWEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877176470258451154.post-7288151993976894318</id><published>2010-02-01T18:25:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T18:29:03.533-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-01T18:29:03.533-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sogra" /><title>Cade Minha Sogra?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/feeds/7288151993976894318/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/cade-minha-sogra.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/7288151993976894318?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/7288151993976894318?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mandapraka/~3/kmVA56YPjJI/cade-minha-sogra.html" title="Cade Minha Sogra?" /><author><name>MandaPraKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15218061487541259033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5rr8oAJ-Dc/StiwndsHPFI/AAAAAAAAABs/KtnlhSA_uHI/S220/rir2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MF4FGzvv3BslK1CtH8dPOQnAr4U/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MF4FGzvv3BslK1CtH8dPOQnAr4U/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MF4FGzvv3BslK1CtH8dPOQnAr4U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MF4FGzvv3BslK1CtH8dPOQnAr4U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;O rapaz liga na casa da sogra que morava muito distante e diz ao ouvir uma voz estranha:-Cadê minha sogra?E a voz muito pesarosa do outro lado informa:-Sua sogra morreu!Ele desliga. E após 10 minutos torna ligar e faz a mesma pergunta:-Por favor a minha sogra está? pois eu queria falar com ela.E outra vez a misterisa voz responde:-Não será possível, ela faleceu...Ele desliga e torna ligar para &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mandapraka/~4/kmVA56YPjJI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/cade-minha-sogra.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMGRHcyfCp7ImA9WxBWEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877176470258451154.post-6546865015539053952</id><published>2010-02-01T18:17:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T15:33:45.994-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-03T15:33:45.994-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Turco" /><title>Salim em Conto Erótico</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/feeds/6546865015539053952/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/salim-em-conto-erotico.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/6546865015539053952?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/6546865015539053952?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mandapraka/~3/r2As8l6Xg74/salim-em-conto-erotico.html" title="Salim em Conto Erótico" /><author><name>MandaPraKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15218061487541259033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5rr8oAJ-Dc/StiwndsHPFI/AAAAAAAAABs/KtnlhSA_uHI/S220/rir2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nZtJpZxCPQq3sNvc0nNbd9dAhEM/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nZtJpZxCPQq3sNvc0nNbd9dAhEM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nZtJpZxCPQq3sNvc0nNbd9dAhEM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nZtJpZxCPQq3sNvc0nNbd9dAhEM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Salim era milionário e não tinha se casado para não gastar dinheiro. Seu único luxo era sua empregada, Jacira, uma morena prá lá de gostosa. Todo dia, durante anos, quando Salim chegava em casa, Jacira servia o jantar e ia tomar seu banho.

Até que um dia, Salim estava jantando e ficou ouvindo o barulho da água, pensando na Jacira tomando banho.

Mastigava a comida e pensava na Jacira tomando &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mandapraka/~4/r2As8l6Xg74" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/salim-em-conto-erotico.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MASHw4eip7ImA9WxBWEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877176470258451154.post-3129918196896871248</id><published>2010-02-01T18:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T18:17:29.232-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-01T18:17:29.232-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anão" /><title>Anão em 1, 2, 3 e Jaaaá!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/feeds/3129918196896871248/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/anao-em-1-2-3-e-jaaaa.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/3129918196896871248?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/3129918196896871248?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mandapraka/~3/WVdcv5Rmrgs/anao-em-1-2-3-e-jaaaa.html" title="Anão em 1, 2, 3 e Jaaaá!" /><author><name>MandaPraKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15218061487541259033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5rr8oAJ-Dc/StiwndsHPFI/AAAAAAAAABs/KtnlhSA_uHI/S220/rir2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FPCoTqQ9WJ2akw7TkJWSaoM1y_g/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FPCoTqQ9WJ2akw7TkJWSaoM1y_g/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FPCoTqQ9WJ2akw7TkJWSaoM1y_g/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FPCoTqQ9WJ2akw7TkJWSaoM1y_g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dois anões resolvem se divertir e vão para a zona.Depois de uns drinques, eles pegam umas meninas e sobempara os quartos. Mesmo estando animadinho, um dos anõesnão consegue ter uma boa ereção e por mais que seesforçasse nada conseguia fazer.Fica ainda mais desapontado quando ouve o seu amigo noquarto ao lado:- Um, dois, três e... jaaaaaá!Novamente o anão tenta se entusiasmar, mas... nada.Passado &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mandapraka/~4/WVdcv5Rmrgs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/anao-em-1-2-3-e-jaaaa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UDR3Y6fSp7ImA9WxBWEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877176470258451154.post-8988681119649322</id><published>2010-02-01T18:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T18:14:36.815-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-01T18:14:36.815-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sogra" /><title>Relógio de Parede</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/feeds/8988681119649322/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/relogio-de-parede.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/8988681119649322?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/8988681119649322?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mandapraka/~3/xyZYGlp_p4o/relogio-de-parede.html" title="Relógio de Parede" /><author><name>MandaPraKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15218061487541259033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5rr8oAJ-Dc/StiwndsHPFI/AAAAAAAAABs/KtnlhSA_uHI/S220/rir2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aXSXiVhdsiJxrZlHIJUguyxHUcI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aXSXiVhdsiJxrZlHIJUguyxHUcI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aXSXiVhdsiJxrZlHIJUguyxHUcI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aXSXiVhdsiJxrZlHIJUguyxHUcI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A mulher comenta com o marido:- Querido, hoje o relógio caiu da parede da sala e por pouco não bateu na cabeça da minha mãe!E o marido indignado:- Maldito relógio. Sempre atrasado!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mandapraka/~4/xyZYGlp_p4o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/relogio-de-parede.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YGRXk4fCp7ImA9WxBWEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877176470258451154.post-5470451236761676982</id><published>2010-02-01T18:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T18:12:04.734-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-01T18:12:04.734-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Loira" /><title>Loira em: Agua de Coco</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/feeds/5470451236761676982/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/loira-em-agua-de-coco.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/5470451236761676982?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877176470258451154/posts/default/5470451236761676982?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mandapraka/~3/beF6WwToIKs/loira-em-agua-de-coco.html" title="Loira em: Agua de Coco" /><author><name>MandaPraKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15218061487541259033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5rr8oAJ-Dc/StiwndsHPFI/AAAAAAAAABs/KtnlhSA_uHI/S220/rir2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EePwrlkBGkNNmANwQhs_tumyh8c/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EePwrlkBGkNNmANwQhs_tumyh8c/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EePwrlkBGkNNmANwQhs_tumyh8c/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EePwrlkBGkNNmANwQhs_tumyh8c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Por que a loira sobe no coqueiro em dia de chuva?Para ver como a água entra no coco.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mandapraka/~4/beF6WwToIKs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mandapraka.blogspot.com/2010/02/loira-em-agua-de-coco.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

