<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458873943848495542</id><updated>2024-10-04T19:08:05.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pauza de ras</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauzaderas1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458873943848495542/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauzaderas1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058864606354198764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458873943848495542.post-7846330291598790039</id><published>2010-10-06T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T16:32:27.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;bula si strula cumpara casetofon&lt;/h1&gt;Intr-o zi Bula si Strula s-au dus la magazin sa-si cumpere un  casetofon.Vin ei fericiti acasa si cand Bula sa da drumul la casetofon  acesta nu mergea.Atunci zise Strula:&lt;br /&gt;
-Lasa ca il repar eu.&lt;br /&gt;
Strula deschide casetofonul,iar de acolo doi soareci iesisera,si Bula incepu sa strige:&lt;br /&gt;
- Strula inchide ca au fugit cantaretii...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h1&gt;Limbaj modern&lt;/h1&gt;Invatatoare in prima zi de scoala dorind sa stie unde si ce lucreaza parintii elevilor, intreaba:&lt;br /&gt;
-Gigel, tatal tau unde lucreaza?&lt;br /&gt;
-Tata este gropar in cimitir.&lt;br /&gt;
-Dar  Gigele, acum ca suntem in secolul XXI si in UE, trebuie sa folosim un  limbaj mai modern, mai elevat. Raspunsul tau ar fi putut fi cam asa:  Tata este salariat la pompele funebre. Ati inteles copii?&lt;br /&gt;
-Deci, Bula tatal tau unde lucreaza?&lt;br /&gt;
-Tata este DJ la MISTIC club.&lt;br /&gt;
-Dar ce este asta?&lt;br /&gt;
-Clopotar si cantor la biserica.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h1&gt;Armele&lt;/h1&gt;Cica Bula se uita la stiri,si prezentatoarea zicea:&lt;br /&gt;
-O fabrica de arme a fost jefuita si au fost furate 3 pline cu arme.&lt;br /&gt;
La care dintr-o data se aude o voce din beci:&lt;br /&gt;
-Tati,multumesc mult!mereu am vrut o pusca cu apa!&lt;br /&gt;
-Ion(fiul lui Bula)!La ce pusca te referi?&lt;br /&gt;
-Me-ai luat si pusca cu bile de caucuic?Multumesc!Si ce sunt mingile astea verzi cu inel?&lt;br /&gt;
-C-c-c-ce?&lt;br /&gt;
BOOOOOMMM!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h1&gt;Bula pe camila&lt;/h1&gt;Era Bula pe camila in desert si se strica camila. Bula nestiind ce sa  faca o duce la servisul de camile. Acolo mecanicul urca camila pe o  rampa si ii da cu doua caramizi in testicule pana cand incepe camila sa  tipe si sa bage turbo. Bula ramas uimit zice:&lt;br /&gt;
- Buna ideee, dar eu cu o mai prind ?&lt;br /&gt;
- Urcate pe rampa!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h1&gt;Bula si invatatoarea(vaca)&lt;/h1&gt;Doamna invatatoare il intreaba pe unul:                                                                          -Ce ne da gaina?                                                                                                         El raspunde:                                                                                                                -Oua, oua!                                                                                                      Doamna invatatoare o intreba pe  una:                                                                                -Ce ne da oaia?                                                                                                                                         -Lana, lana!                                                                                                            Doamna  invatatoare il intreba pe Bula:                                                                                -Ce ne da vaca?                                                                                                     -TEME PENTRU ACASA!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h1&gt;BULA LA PESCUIT&lt;/h1&gt;Intr-o zi, dupa o furtuna puternica, Bula se duce la pescuit, gandindu-se ca o sa muste pestii mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;
Bula tot nu reusea sa prinda nici un peste, dar trece un om, pe acolo si Bula il intreaba:&lt;br /&gt;
-Nu va suparati, dar sunt pesti in balta asta?&lt;br /&gt;
-Pai ieri nici nu era balta aici.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h1&gt;O noapte furtunoasa&lt;/h1&gt;Intr-o zi furtunoasa, Bula era in pat si incerca sa adoarma. Deodata  se aude un tunet puternic. Speriat se duce in camera alaturata unde erau  tatal ,mama si bunica lui.&lt;br /&gt;
-Pot sa dorm cu voi? striga Bula speriat&lt;br /&gt;
-Sigur Bula!&lt;br /&gt;
Sta Bula cateva minute cu ei in pat si de-odata vede pu*a lui taica-sau si intreaba:&lt;br /&gt;
- Tata, ce-i chestia asta lunga?&lt;br /&gt;
- Un tractur fiule,un tractor!&lt;br /&gt;
Peste alte cateva minute ii vede pasarica mamei lui si intreaba:&lt;br /&gt;
- Mama, ce-i chestia asta mare?&lt;br /&gt;
- O padure fiule, o padure!&lt;br /&gt;
Cand incepe si el sa doarma vede sanii bunicutei si intreaba:&lt;br /&gt;
- Bunico, Bunico ce-s mingiutele astea?&lt;br /&gt;
- Niste faruri Bula, niste faruri!&lt;br /&gt;
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A doua zi iar se sperie de tunet si iar merge in camera alaturata si intreaba:&lt;br /&gt;
-Pot sa dorm cu voi?&lt;br /&gt;
-Sigur ca poti Bula, vino langa noi!&lt;br /&gt;
Mai tarziu Bula striga speriat!&lt;br /&gt;
-Bunico,  Bunico, aprinde farurile ca intra tractorul in padure! Bunico,  aprinde-le mai repede ca da inapoi si poate da de vreun copac!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h1&gt;ultima dorinta&lt;/h1&gt;-Bula tu ce ti-ai dori sa scrie pe crucea ta cand vei muri?&lt;br /&gt;
Bula:-Ceva simplu si concis!&lt;br /&gt;
-Ca de exemplu?&lt;br /&gt;
Bula:-Vin imediat!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauzaderas1.blogspot.com/feeds/7846330291598790039/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pauzaderas1.blogspot.com/2010/10/bula-si-strula-cumpara-casetofon-intr-o.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458873943848495542/posts/default/7846330291598790039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458873943848495542/posts/default/7846330291598790039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauzaderas1.blogspot.com/2010/10/bula-si-strula-cumpara-casetofon-intr-o.html' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058864606354198764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>