<?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-3204282112465009861</id><updated>2024-10-25T06:22:44.363-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Piadas frases fotos vídeos</title><subtitle type='html'>Visitem também os blogues:&#xa;... http://bingos2011.blogspot.com ... &#xa;http://netnewsbrasil.blogspot.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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>906</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204282112465009861.post-8697668561354572721</id><published>2018-10-15T17:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2018-10-15T17:43:52.712-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Político</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #404040; font-family: &amp;quot;Open Sans&amp;quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; width: 700px;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;O político chega em casa com uma mala cheia de dinheiro e começa a dar instruções para a esposa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Tira a blusa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mulher tira a blusa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Tira a saia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mulher tira a saia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Tira tudo agora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a mulher tira tudo. E por fim o político diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Pronto, agora sim pode me ajudar a contar o dinheiro. Não confio em você.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/feeds/8697668561354572721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2018/10/politico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/8697668561354572721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/8697668561354572721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2018/10/politico.html' title='Político'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204282112465009861.post-92410758070752733</id><published>2016-05-31T17:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2016-05-31T17:28:05.657-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Matemática</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Linhas paralelas tem tanto em comum, pena que elas nunca irão se encontrar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;_________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/feeds/92410758070752733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2016/05/matematica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/92410758070752733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/92410758070752733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2016/05/matematica.html' title='Matemática'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204282112465009861.post-8076685592473462407</id><published>2016-02-15T18:34:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2016-02-15T18:34:20.955-02:00</updated><title type='text'>LEMBRANÇA DE VIAGEM</title><content type='html'>Charles era um sujeito muito brincalhão. Certo dia a sua esposa estava indo para a Inglaterra, em uma viagem de negócios e lhe perguntou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.piadascurtas.com.br/diz.gif&quot; /&gt; Você quer que eu traga uma lembrancinha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.piadascurtas.com.br/diz.gif&quot; /&gt; Ah, eu quero! &lt;img src=&quot;http://www.piadascurtas.com.br/diz.gif&quot; /&gt; respondeu ele, em tom de brincadeira &lt;img src=&quot;http://www.piadascurtas.com.br/diz.gif&quot; /&gt; Me traz uma inglesinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A esposa, como sempre, não disse nada e embarcou para Londres. Um mês depois, ela volta e o marido dá as boas&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.piadascurtas.com.br/diz.gif&quot; /&gt;vindas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.piadascurtas.com.br/diz.gif&quot; /&gt; Oi querida! Como foi de viagem? E a minha lembrança, você trouxe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.piadascurtas.com.br/diz.gif&quot; /&gt; Ah, a inglesinha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O marido acena com a cabeça, animado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.piadascurtas.com.br/diz.gif&quot; /&gt; Bem, eu fiz o que pude! &lt;img src=&quot;http://www.piadascurtas.com.br/diz.gif&quot; /&gt; responde a esposa &lt;img src=&quot;http://www.piadascurtas.com.br/diz.gif&quot; /&gt; Agora vamos ver se nasce menina!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/feeds/8076685592473462407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2016/02/lembranca-de-viagem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/8076685592473462407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/8076685592473462407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2016/02/lembranca-de-viagem.html' title='LEMBRANÇA DE VIAGEM'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204282112465009861.post-6936590542163404689</id><published>2016-02-15T18:32:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2016-02-15T18:32:47.426-02:00</updated><title type='text'>10 anos de casado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Querido, o que você prefere? Uma mulher bonita ou uma mulher inteligente? Nem uma, nem outra. Você sabe que eu só gosto de você.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/feeds/6936590542163404689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2016/02/10-anos-de-casado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/6936590542163404689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/6936590542163404689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2016/02/10-anos-de-casado.html' title='10 anos de casado'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204282112465009861.post-5545986337385339992</id><published>2016-02-01T11:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2016-02-01T11:02:05.841-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Puts</title><content type='html'>Gata seu pai é índio?&lt;br /&gt;
Não por que?&lt;br /&gt;
Nossa é que você parece da tribo Aquidaoanus da Amazônia.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/feeds/5545986337385339992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2016/02/puts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/5545986337385339992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/5545986337385339992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2016/02/puts.html' title='Puts'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204282112465009861.post-941192910737359604</id><published>2015-11-17T16:26:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2015-11-17T16:26:53.951-02:00</updated><title type='text'>DNA</title><content type='html'>No Japão teste de DNA não existe, é só pegar e criar.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/feeds/941192910737359604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/11/dna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/941192910737359604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/941192910737359604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/11/dna.html' title='DNA'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204282112465009861.post-8575026205952778672</id><published>2015-11-06T12:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2015-11-06T12:13:11.560-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fato</title><content type='html'>Um sujeito bate à porta de uma distinta senhora.&lt;br /&gt;- Bom dia, a senhora tem filhos?&lt;br /&gt;- Não senhor.&lt;br /&gt;- Tem cachorro ou gato?&lt;br /&gt;- Não senhor.&lt;br /&gt;- Tem rádio ou auto-falante potente?&lt;br /&gt;- Também não.&lt;br /&gt;- Toca algum instrumento?&lt;br /&gt;- Não... Mas será que eu posso saber por que tantas perguntas? O senhor é fiscal? Trabalha no CENSO de ridículo?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, minha senhora. É que eu estou interessado em comprar a casa ao lado!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/feeds/8575026205952778672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/11/fato.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/8575026205952778672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/8575026205952778672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/11/fato.html' title='Fato'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204282112465009861.post-6577967005151880386</id><published>2015-11-06T12:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2015-11-06T12:12:20.026-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Garotos</title><content type='html'>Dois garotos brigavam para ver qual dos pais era o mais alto.&lt;br /&gt;- O meu pai é tão grande que encosta no teto da casa. - Diz o primeiro.&lt;br /&gt;E o segundo retruca:&lt;br /&gt;- E o meu pai, que tem que entrar em casa abaixado..&lt;br /&gt;E o primeiro volta a dizer:&lt;br /&gt;- E meu pai quando quer ver se está chovendo, é só esticar a mão e tocar nas nuvens.&lt;br /&gt;Aí o segundo pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;- E quando seu pai toca nas nuvens ele não sente um negócio molinho?&lt;br /&gt;O outro responde impolgado:&lt;br /&gt;- É, é isso mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;E o outro fala:&lt;br /&gt;- Então, é o saco do meu pai.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/feeds/6577967005151880386/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/11/garotos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/6577967005151880386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/6577967005151880386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/11/garotos.html' title='Garotos'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204282112465009861.post-786364438089078126</id><published>2015-10-26T10:53:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2015-10-26T10:58:27.141-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;- Porque o ar é tão limpo no Halloween? &lt;br /&gt;Por que tem muitas bruxas varrendo o céu!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Qual é o serial preferido do vampiro?&lt;br /&gt;Aveia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Como a Bruxa voa no dia chuvoso de Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;Com um rodo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O que aconteceu com a garota que vestiu uma fantasia de rato na festa de Halloween? &lt;br /&gt;O gato comeu.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/feeds/786364438089078126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/10/halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/786364438089078126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/786364438089078126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204282112465009861.post-5883989461780796191</id><published>2015-10-13T15:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2015-10-13T15:01:12.111-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dúvida na Farmácia</title><content type='html'>O rapaz pergunta ao farmacêutico:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Você tem algo contra tosse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O farmacêutico responde:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não tenho não. Pode tossir à vontade.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/feeds/5883989461780796191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/10/duvida-na-farmacia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/5883989461780796191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/5883989461780796191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/10/duvida-na-farmacia.html' title='Dúvida na Farmácia'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204282112465009861.post-4429726933582719148</id><published>2015-10-13T15:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2015-10-13T15:00:24.005-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Filho no Ônibus</title><content type='html'>O pai diz para o filho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Filho, quando você entrar no ônibus diga que você tem 9 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filho questiona:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mas pai, eu não tenho 10?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pai diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mas se você falar que tem 10 eu vou ter que pagar sua passagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ônibus chega, eles entram e o cobrador pergunta para o menino:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quantos anos você tem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O menino responde:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tenho 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cobrador pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- E quando você faz 10?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o menino responde:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quando eu descer do ônibus.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/feeds/4429726933582719148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/10/o-filho-no-onibus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/4429726933582719148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/4429726933582719148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/10/o-filho-no-onibus.html' title='O Filho no Ônibus'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204282112465009861.post-5818713679831309621</id><published>2015-10-13T14:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2015-10-13T14:59:28.708-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bilhete Para o Marido</title><content type='html'>Para ver a reação do marido, uma mulher escreveu em um papel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;FUI EMBORA, NÃO VOLTO MAIS.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escondida debaixo da cama, a mulher esperou que marido chegasse. Ele entrou no quarto, viu o papel, escreveu alguma coisa no papel e pôs se a cantar, todo satisfeito. Alguns minutos depois ele pegou o celular e ligou para alguém:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Amor, estou indo agora. A louca foi embora. Estou a caminho, te amo muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo ele pegou o carro e saiu. Louca de raiva, a mulher sai de baixo da cama e lê o que ele escreveu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;CONSIGO VER SEUS PÉS.&amp;nbsp;FUI BUSCAR PÃO.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/feeds/5818713679831309621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/10/bilhete-para-o-marido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/5818713679831309621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/5818713679831309621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/10/bilhete-para-o-marido.html' title='Bilhete Para o Marido'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204282112465009861.post-2995393043141550170</id><published>2015-10-13T14:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2015-10-13T14:58:45.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Durante o Julgamento</title><content type='html'>Durante o julgamento, o juiz pergunta ao ladrão:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Como você conseguiu entrar em uma casa com cerca elétrica e retirar todos os bens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ladrão responde:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Senhor Juiz, vim para ser julgado pelos meus crimes, não para ensinar os segredos da profissão!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/feeds/2995393043141550170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/10/durante-o-julgamento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/2995393043141550170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/2995393043141550170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/10/durante-o-julgamento.html' title='Durante o Julgamento'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204282112465009861.post-6029352527625195737</id><published>2015-08-04T11:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2015-08-04T11:35:35.458-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Suporte técnico</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Georgia, serif; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;– Alô, é do suporte técnico?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Georgia, serif; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;– Sim, em que posso ajudar?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Georgia, serif; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;– O meu modem da internet não tá funcionando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Georgia, serif; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Tem alguma luz acesa?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Georgia, serif; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;– Tem, a da sala.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/feeds/6029352527625195737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/08/suporte-tecnico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/6029352527625195737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/6029352527625195737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/08/suporte-tecnico.html' title='Suporte técnico'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204282112465009861.post-434043820936064784</id><published>2015-08-04T11:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2015-08-04T11:33:21.586-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vidente</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;E aí amiga, como foi a sua consulta com aquela vidente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Ora, nem quis perder tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Porque quando bati na porta ela perguntou &quot;quem é?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/feeds/434043820936064784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/08/vidente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/434043820936064784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/434043820936064784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/08/vidente.html' title='Vidente'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204282112465009861.post-5291256608799168599</id><published>2015-08-04T11:30:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2015-08-04T11:30:38.312-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Exame</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Pai, tirei 7,5 no exame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Parabéns! Qual foi o exame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Bafômetro. Ah eles ficaram com o seu carro.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/feeds/5291256608799168599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/08/exame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/5291256608799168599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/5291256608799168599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/08/exame.html' title='Exame'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204282112465009861.post-8183760015247521342</id><published>2015-05-21T17:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2015-05-21T17:09:02.182-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nome na Latinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Enquanto isso no supermercado:&lt;br /&gt;- Olha, filho! Uma latinha com o seu nome!&lt;br /&gt;- Eu te odeio, pai!&lt;br /&gt;- Não diga isso, Mucilon.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/feeds/8183760015247521342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/05/nome-na-latinha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/8183760015247521342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/8183760015247521342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/05/nome-na-latinha.html' title='Nome na Latinha'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204282112465009861.post-6917838456718457735</id><published>2015-05-21T17:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2015-05-21T17:04:46.244-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Relatório do Crime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Polícia conversando no rádio:&lt;br /&gt;- Sargento, chegamos no local do crime.&lt;br /&gt;- Passe o relatório...&lt;br /&gt;- Uma mulher matou o marido. Foram 35 facadas, dois tiros, depois de asfixiar e decapitá-lo e, por fim, o queimou corpo...&lt;br /&gt;- Nossa, qual foi o motivo do crime?&lt;br /&gt;- Ele pisou onde ela estava passando o pano...&lt;br /&gt;- E conseguiram capturar a mulher?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, Sargento, estamos esperando o piso secar!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/feeds/6917838456718457735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/05/relatorio-do-crime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/6917838456718457735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/6917838456718457735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/05/relatorio-do-crime.html' title='Relatório do Crime'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204282112465009861.post-6987787917907407430</id><published>2015-05-21T17:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2015-05-21T17:02:35.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pastel de Flango</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Entra o cara na pastelaria da chinesa.&lt;br /&gt;- Moça, me vê um caldo de cana e um pastel de carne.&lt;br /&gt;- Calne não tem. Só tem flango.&lt;br /&gt;- Só frango?&lt;br /&gt;- Só, só flango.&lt;br /&gt;- Então tudo bem.&lt;br /&gt;Um minuto depois, quando o cara já estava comendo o seu pastel e tomando seu caldo de cana, entra um pombo e pousa no balcão. A chinesa prontamente o espanta com um pano de prato, gritando:&lt;br /&gt;- Sai flango! Sai flango!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/feeds/6987787917907407430/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/05/pastel-de-flango.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/6987787917907407430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/6987787917907407430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/05/pastel-de-flango.html' title='Pastel de Flango'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204282112465009861.post-7305291857726981165</id><published>2015-05-21T17:01:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2015-05-21T17:01:22.803-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Caiu do Cavalo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Um homem cai do cavalo e se machuca bastante. Colocaram o coitado em uma maca e o levaram ao hospital. O médico que o atendeu era muito gentil e perguntou-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;- Foi a primeira vez que o senhor andou a cavalo?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, doutor, foi a última!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/feeds/7305291857726981165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/05/caiu-do-cavalo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/7305291857726981165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/7305291857726981165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/05/caiu-do-cavalo.html' title='Caiu do Cavalo'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204282112465009861.post-6912088180143781098</id><published>2015-05-21T17:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2015-05-21T17:00:22.093-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Enguia Elétrica Inofensiva</title><content type='html'>Outro dia fui pescar e por sorte capturei uma enguia elétrica. Coloquei ela no barco, encostei levemente nela... e nada de dar choque.&lt;br /&gt;Encostei o dedo na boca dela e nada de dar choque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegando em casa, quando preparava a enguia para ser cozida, abri a barriga dela e encontrei 2 contas de energia atrasadas.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/feeds/6912088180143781098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/05/enguia-eletrica-inofensiva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/6912088180143781098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/6912088180143781098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/05/enguia-eletrica-inofensiva.html' title='Enguia Elétrica Inofensiva'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204282112465009861.post-3824596358202542735</id><published>2015-05-21T16:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2015-05-21T16:58:41.724-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dupla Personalidade</title><content type='html'>Diz o doutor para o paciente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Então qual é o seu problema?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Acho que sofro de dupla personalidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Então vamos nos sentar os quatro e discutir o assunto.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/feeds/3824596358202542735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/05/dupla-personalidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/3824596358202542735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/3824596358202542735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/05/dupla-personalidade.html' title='Dupla Personalidade'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204282112465009861.post-3285490755757657365</id><published>2015-05-21T16:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2015-05-21T16:57:01.295-03:00</updated><title type='text'>kkkk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;O Ministério da Saúde adverte: Ficar doente é prejudicial à saúde!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/feeds/3285490755757657365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/05/kkkk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/3285490755757657365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204282112465009861/posts/default/3285490755757657365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piadas0.blogspot.com/2015/05/kkkk.html' title='kkkk'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204282112465009861.post-4642846902495101867</id><published>2014-07-03T14:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2014-07-03T14:00:09.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprenda lógica</title><content type='html'>Aprenda lógica em 3 lições: 1)Nada melhor que a felicidade eterna. 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