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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YMQHw6fip7ImA9WxNUGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666808249269817748</id><updated>2009-11-11T19:33:01.216-02:00</updated><title>Azideias: Ano Três</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.azideias.net/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.azideias.net/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Tijolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698401766504872355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3491</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/azideias" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQEQXg6eip7ImA9WxNUGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666808249269817748.post-7133243069775500813</id><published>2009-11-11T02:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T02:05:00.612-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-11T02:05:00.612-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mundo Masculino" /><title>Camisa Pequena</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Piadinha para alegrar o meio da semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;POR QUÊ AS CAMISINHAS VÊM EM PACOTES DE 3, 6 E 12 UNIDADES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img251.imageshack.us/img251/7048/camisinha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Um homem caminha para uma drogaria com seu filho de dez anos. Eles passam pela seção de preservativos e o menino perguntou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- O que é isso, pai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O pai respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- São chamados preservativos, filho... Os homens usam pra fazer sexo seguro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Ah, tá...., respondeu o menino, pensativo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sim, eu já ouvi falar disso nas aulas de saúde física na escola. Ele olha para a prateleira, apanha um pacote de três preservativos e pergunta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Por que tem 3 nesse pacote?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O pai responde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Esses são para garotos do 2º Grau. Uma para a Sexta, uma para o Sábado e uma para o Domingo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Legal, diz o menino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Agora ele pega um pacote com 6 e pergunta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- E esses? Para que servem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Esses são para garotos da Faculdade, o pai responde. Duas para a Sexta, duas para o Sábado e duas para o Domingo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Uau! - exclamou o menino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Então quem usa estes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Perguntou o menino, apanhando um pacote com 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Com um suspiro, o pai responde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Estes são para os homens casados. Uma para Janeiro, outra para Fevereiro, outra para Março.........abril........maio..............junho........ julho...........agosto.................setembro..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;outubro.........novembro.............dezembro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666808249269817748-7133243069775500813?l=www.azideias.net'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.azideias.net/feeds/7133243069775500813/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666808249269817748&amp;postID=7133243069775500813&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/7133243069775500813?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/7133243069775500813?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.azideias.net/2009/11/camisa-pequena.html" title="Camisa Pequena" /><author><name>Tijolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698401766504872355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11931041633245476282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEEQXw8eCp7ImA9WxNUFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666808249269817748.post-6667248263616412780</id><published>2009-11-08T04:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T04:43:20.270-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-08T04:43:20.270-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mundo Masculino" /><title>Tão Me Chamando</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hoje, domingão, eu ia postar mais algumas coisas, mas vou ter que ir ali me ocupar com um pouco com Jessy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/3786/1228950556427307.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666808249269817748-6667248263616412780?l=www.azideias.net'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.azideias.net/feeds/6667248263616412780/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666808249269817748&amp;postID=6667248263616412780&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/6667248263616412780?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/6667248263616412780?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.azideias.net/2009/11/tao-me-chamando.html" title="Tão Me Chamando" /><author><name>Tijolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698401766504872355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11931041633245476282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08ARH4-fSp7ImA9WxNUFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666808249269817748.post-3356803154992730601</id><published>2009-11-08T04:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T04:30:45.055-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-08T04:30:45.055-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vídeos" /><title>É o Bátiman</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O Remi Gallard volta e meia aparece aqui no Azidéias. O cara faz aquele tipo de pegadinha mais esperta, que não machuca ninguém, a pessoa pode ficar puta por alguma razão, mas é apenas vexame, por que o cara é dos bons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g1dxNsjYeIs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g1dxNsjYeIs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666808249269817748-3356803154992730601?l=www.azideias.net'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.azideias.net/feeds/3356803154992730601/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666808249269817748&amp;postID=3356803154992730601&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/3356803154992730601?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/3356803154992730601?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.azideias.net/2009/11/e-o-batiman.html" title="É o Bátiman" /><author><name>Tijolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698401766504872355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11931041633245476282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8NRng7eip7ImA9WxNUFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666808249269817748.post-7938614896689907585</id><published>2009-11-07T04:12:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T04:21:37.602-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-07T04:21:37.602-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pequenas Tiras" /><title>Tirinhas do Fim de Semana</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fim de semana! Tempo de tirinhas! Sem falar muito, deixa os três quadrinhos falarem por si!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nem toda aposta termina bem…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img197.imageshack.us/img197/490/49602367.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Um ultimo desejo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/2148/80205702.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tempos modernos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img188.imageshack.us/img188/62/tira63.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mundo imundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 559px; height: 161px;" src="http://img21.imageshack.us/img21/9076/411fx.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O que comi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img502.imageshack.us/img502/5667/ga060805el5.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Super Whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/5905/calvinharodotira563.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ó o vício…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/1015/tira36.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Essa é a primeira tira da história do Charlie Brown, de 1950:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img229.imageshack.us/img229/6482/snoopy1950001.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alguma-Coisa Rosa Madalena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img28.imageshack.us/img28/7648/mmp168804.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para esquecer a Aline certinha da Globo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/5839/campo7.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se for pra ser escroto, seja um dos Los 3 Amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/2563/tira1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Coisas de casal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img203.imageshack.us/img203/9867/popeye.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Provando que o Rock Brasil está na UTI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img203.imageshack.us/img203/397/12102008headbangers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666808249269817748-7938614896689907585?l=www.azideias.net'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.azideias.net/feeds/7938614896689907585/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666808249269817748&amp;postID=7938614896689907585&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/7938614896689907585?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/7938614896689907585?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.azideias.net/2009/11/tirinhas-do-fim-de-semana.html" title="Tirinhas do Fim de Semana" /><author><name>Tijolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698401766504872355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11931041633245476282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YNRnYzeSp7ImA9WxNUE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666808249269817748.post-8880443275693155786</id><published>2009-11-05T03:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T03:33:17.881-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-05T03:33:17.881-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vídeos" /><title>Só Falta Coordenação Motora</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dizem que gordo só faz gordice. A depender do tamanho do cérebro da pessoa em questão, eu até concordo. Assim como magros fazem magrices, loiras fazem loirices, morenas fazem morenices, e por aí vai. Mas as vezes uma pessoa que ocupa mais espaço consegue ser ainda mais desengonçada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQnwto3zXE0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQnwto3zXE0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666808249269817748-8880443275693155786?l=www.azideias.net'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.azideias.net/feeds/8880443275693155786/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666808249269817748&amp;postID=8880443275693155786&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/8880443275693155786?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/8880443275693155786?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.azideias.net/2009/11/so-falta-coordenacao-motora.html" title="Só Falta Coordenação Motora" /><author><name>Tijolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698401766504872355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11931041633245476282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MESHw_eSp7ImA9WxNUEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666808249269817748.post-4048176699997132168</id><published>2009-11-03T14:20:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T14:23:29.241-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-03T14:23:29.241-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Falta Do Que Fazer" /><title>Paranóia Veicular</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O mundo está prestes a cair em chamas. Chuva de sangue fará sucumbir os mais poderosos  e sapos caíram do céu. Assim pensam as pessoas que são paranóicas por natureza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img26.imageshack.us/img26/9082/paranoiaz01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Trancar seu carro desta forma fará com que a roda fique ainda no mesmo lugar sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img196.imageshack.us/img196/9061/paranoiaz02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Trancar seu carro desta forma fará com que a roda fique ainda no mesmo lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img196.imageshack.us/img196/8357/paranoiaz03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666808249269817748-4048176699997132168?l=www.azideias.net'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.azideias.net/feeds/4048176699997132168/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666808249269817748&amp;postID=4048176699997132168&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/4048176699997132168?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/4048176699997132168?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.azideias.net/2009/11/paranoia-veicular.html" title="Paranóia Veicular" /><author><name>Tijolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698401766504872355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11931041633245476282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEERng7eSp7ImA9WxNVGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666808249269817748.post-7032328913457759897</id><published>2009-10-30T21:16:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:16:47.601-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-30T21:16:47.601-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Falta Do Que Fazer" /><title>Ryu Chopin</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jogar Street Fighter é  uma arte. Soltar Hadouken é uma habilidade. Meter um Shoryuken no oponente é pura técnica. Já fazer Ryu tocar piano jogando aí uma quinta sinfonia não é pra todo mundo não… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img26.imageshack.us/img26/5481/pianoruy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666808249269817748-7032328913457759897?l=www.azideias.net'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.azideias.net/feeds/7032328913457759897/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666808249269817748&amp;postID=7032328913457759897&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/7032328913457759897?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/7032328913457759897?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.azideias.net/2009/10/ryu-chopin.html" title="Ryu Chopin" /><author><name>Tijolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698401766504872355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11931041633245476282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EMQH88eip7ImA9WxNVF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666808249269817748.post-8877841256304565491</id><published>2009-10-29T01:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:08:01.172-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-29T01:08:01.172-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vídeos" /><title>Forrozin Sacana</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A vergonha alheia existe e eu muitas vezes sinto. É ver esses vídeos que provam que a inclusão digital é uma bela merda que eu fico ruborizado. Mas, ao mesmo tempo alegre. Afinal, se não fossem esses vídeos, o Azidéias teria menos graça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;E pra animar esse domingão, só um forrozin sacana! Não consegui ver o vídeo todo, mas repare no maluco que acompanha o a apresentação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eLVxxZ6zgrk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eLVxxZ6zgrk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Só faltou o Partyboy, do Jackass, entrar na dança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img195.imageshack.us/img195/9683/partyboy.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666808249269817748-8877841256304565491?l=www.azideias.net'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.azideias.net/feeds/8877841256304565491/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666808249269817748&amp;postID=8877841256304565491&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/8877841256304565491?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/8877841256304565491?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.azideias.net/2009/10/forrozin-sacana.html" title="Forrozin Sacana" /><author><name>Tijolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698401766504872355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11931041633245476282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MFRXgyfCp7ImA9WxNVF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666808249269817748.post-5291058490757819374</id><published>2009-10-29T01:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:03:34.694-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-29T01:03:34.694-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Falta Do Que Fazer" /><title>Novo Lançamento Para o CC</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;É, se as idéias ficarem raras, é só apelar para os heróis do passado. quem jogou muito Mega Drive, sabe que o jogo Golden Axe era dos mais legais. E agora são mais ainda, sendo garoto propaganda de um desodorante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img26.imageshack.us/img26/2182/goldenaxe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666808249269817748-5291058490757819374?l=www.azideias.net'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.azideias.net/feeds/5291058490757819374/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666808249269817748&amp;postID=5291058490757819374&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/5291058490757819374?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/5291058490757819374?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.azideias.net/2009/10/novo-lancamento-para-o-cc.html" title="Novo Lançamento Para o CC" /><author><name>Tijolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698401766504872355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11931041633245476282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UNRX06eyp7ImA9WxNVF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666808249269817748.post-3954008279586306159</id><published>2009-10-29T00:59:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:01:34.313-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-29T01:01:34.313-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Merdas Acontecem" /><title>Motivos Pra Dizer PQP - Parte 27</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Existem vários motivos para dizer um sonoro “PQP!”. Mesmo nos esportes, amador ou profissional, esse termo é bem empregado. Nem sempre o bicicross é um esporte que não deixa seqüelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img43.imageshack.us/img43/1447/pqp1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Adestrar case nem sempre deixa hematomas. As vezes um pouco mais que isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/452/pqp2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cobrar escanteio nem sempre deixa de ser constrangedor. Ou virar motivo de piada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/844/pqp3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666808249269817748-3954008279586306159?l=www.azideias.net'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.azideias.net/feeds/3954008279586306159/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666808249269817748&amp;postID=3954008279586306159&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/3954008279586306159?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/3954008279586306159?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.azideias.net/2009/10/motivos-pra-dizer-pqp-parte-27.html" title="Motivos Pra Dizer PQP - Parte 27" /><author><name>Tijolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698401766504872355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11931041633245476282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QDR307fyp7ImA9WxNVFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666808249269817748.post-3558089624536663583</id><published>2009-10-28T01:09:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T01:09:36.307-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-28T01:09:36.307-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vídeos" /><title>Pinta Como Eu Pinto</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Animações em stop motion são muito bacanas. Um trabalhão danado, muitos frames pro material ficar pronto. Mais trabalho ainda quando a área é imensa e o uso da tinta é o principal elemento. Aperta o play marreco e veja o vídeo (que dura mais ou menos 4 minutos, e aí está repetido duas vezes)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uad17d5hR5s&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uad17d5hR5s&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666808249269817748-3558089624536663583?l=www.azideias.net'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.azideias.net/feeds/3558089624536663583/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666808249269817748&amp;postID=3558089624536663583&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/3558089624536663583?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/3558089624536663583?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.azideias.net/2009/10/pinta-como-eu-pinto.html" title="Pinta Como Eu Pinto" /><author><name>Tijolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698401766504872355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11931041633245476282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UNRX89fip7ImA9WxNVFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666808249269817748.post-3030726072224174762</id><published>2009-10-28T01:05:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T01:08:14.166-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-28T01:08:14.166-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Notícias" /><title>Miooooolos!</title><content type="html">E se sofrêssemos um ataque de zumbis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img12.imageshack.us/img12/6003/zumbis01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As criaturas mortas-vivas assombram o imaginário da humanidade há gerações, mas você já se perguntou o que aconteceria conosco se fôssemos atacados por zumbis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não? Pois um grupo de pesquisadores canadenses não só pensou, como elaborou uma fórmula matemática para isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O estudo foi publicado em um livro (Infectious Diseases Modelling Research Progress, da Nova Science Publishers), e é assinado por Philip Munz, Ioan Hudea, Joe Imad e Robert J. Smith?(o ponto de interrogação faz parte do nome dele). Nele, os cientistas da Carleton University  e Universidade de Ottawa analisam as chances dos seres humanos na luta contra as criaturas da noite e concluem: somente uma resposta rápida e agressiva poderia nos salvar da dominação total dos zumbis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo começou com um modelo do que os pesquisadores acreditariam representar o ataque, baseado no comportamento dos zumbis em filmes populares como A Noite dos Mortos Vivos e Resident Evil.  Em seguida, eles elaboraram um modelo básico da infecção zumbi, partindo do princípio que um morto-vivo transforma um humano em zumbi quando o morde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img26.imageshack.us/img26/1743/zumbis02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A segunda etapa foi introduzir outras variantes, como um possível período de “latência” da “zumbificação”, onde humanos estariam infectados mas ainda não poderiam infectar outros. Depois, foram acrescentadas possíveis quarentenas ou curas. Por fim, os pesquisadores examinaram o impacto da redução do número de zumbis e as condições na quais uma erradicação poderia ocorrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar do bom-humor dos cientistas, trata-se, na verdade, de um estudo matemático para provar que os números são capazes de prever os mais diversos cenários. Os autores sugerem, inclusive, que a análise pode ajudar a prever a disseminação de doenças infecto-contagiosas reais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O modelo dos zumbis, no entanto, não considera taxas de natalidade e mortalidade, pois supõe que um ataque desse tipo seria rápido, em curto espaço de tempo. Encontrar uma cura para a “zumbizeira” também não ajudaria a humanidade, pois faria com que, no máximo, humanos e zumbis coexistissem (o que não deveria durar muito). Sendo assim, somente seria possível nos livrarmos das criaturas malignas com uma solução drástica: matando-as, todas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você ficou preocupado, calma: os pesquisadores também descrevem as duas únicas maneiras, segundo a crença popular e a cultura pop, capazes de matá-los: cortando a cabeça ou destruindo o cérebro. Anotou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/5074/zumbisi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reze para que esta não seja sua última visão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://info.abril.com.br/noticias/ciencia/e-se-sofressemos-um-ataque-de-zumbis-19082009-8.shl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;FONTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666808249269817748-3030726072224174762?l=www.azideias.net'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.azideias.net/feeds/3030726072224174762/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666808249269817748&amp;postID=3030726072224174762&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/3030726072224174762?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/3030726072224174762?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.azideias.net/2009/10/miooooolos.html" title="Miooooolos!" /><author><name>Tijolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698401766504872355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11931041633245476282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cHRn0zfSp7ImA9WxNVFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666808249269817748.post-4786385194725805951</id><published>2009-10-28T00:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T01:03:57.385-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-28T01:03:57.385-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Falta Do Que Fazer" /><title>Invencionices Para Cozinha</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Existem algumas invenções que você se pergunta ‘por que não pensei nisso antes!?’. Você poderia estar rico. Ou não. Mas são coisas práticas do cotidiano, como este cinto para a pessoa que quer ir ver o jogo no estádio mas não quer levantar para comprar a birita e não se importa em tomar cerveja quente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img30.imageshack.us/img30/5408/invencaocomida01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cortar a pizza as vezes é um porre. A gente não acerta o rumo, vai destruindo a massa ou faz um zig zag horroroso. Isso não será mais problemas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img32.imageshack.us/img32/9333/invencaocomida02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Colocar os condimentos no sanduba agora vai ser divertido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img30.imageshack.us/img30/2245/invencaocomida03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666808249269817748-4786385194725805951?l=www.azideias.net'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.azideias.net/feeds/4786385194725805951/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666808249269817748&amp;postID=4786385194725805951&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/4786385194725805951?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/4786385194725805951?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.azideias.net/2009/10/invencionices-para-cozinha.html" title="Invencionices Para Cozinha" /><author><name>Tijolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698401766504872355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11931041633245476282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ACQ38ycCp7ImA9WxNVFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666808249269817748.post-1663921157826586732</id><published>2009-10-27T03:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T03:02:42.198-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-27T03:02:42.198-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Merdas Acontecem" /><title>Zé Colmeia no Supermercado</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lá estava eu no supermercado, fazendo minhas compras até que vejo um aviso perto da farmácia. Sendo criativo você pode ganhar um prêmio que pode devorar seu braço, acabar com todos seus alimentos e tocar o terror na vizinhança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/6198/ursodf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666808249269817748-1663921157826586732?l=www.azideias.net'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.azideias.net/feeds/1663921157826586732/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666808249269817748&amp;postID=1663921157826586732&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/1663921157826586732?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/1663921157826586732?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.azideias.net/2009/10/ze-colmeia-no-supermercado.html" title="Zé Colmeia no Supermercado" /><author><name>Tijolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698401766504872355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11931041633245476282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IGSH4_eyp7ImA9WxNVFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666808249269817748.post-7289109918156753964</id><published>2009-10-27T02:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T02:58:49.043-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-27T02:58:49.043-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vídeos" /><title>Buddy e a Bola na Caçapa</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Faz tempo que estou a fim de bater um sinuquinha. Tem uns bares aqui com mesas, mas me falta tempo, felizmente, pelo grande número de trabalho. Assim sobra um trocado, pra jogar. Jogo de forma mediana, não sou daquele de passar vergonha, mas também não dou show. O lance é jogar e bater resenha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tava vendo esse vídeo, esse cachorro dá de 10 a 0 em um monte de gente que conheço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yHiiG3-yU7k&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yHiiG3-yU7k&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666808249269817748-7289109918156753964?l=www.azideias.net'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.azideias.net/feeds/7289109918156753964/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666808249269817748&amp;postID=7289109918156753964&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/7289109918156753964?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/7289109918156753964?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.azideias.net/2009/10/buddy-e-bola-na-cacapa.html" title="Buddy e a Bola na Caçapa" /><author><name>Tijolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698401766504872355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11931041633245476282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cMRng5cCp7ImA9WxNVFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666808249269817748.post-3972349859132289257</id><published>2009-10-27T02:49:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T02:51:27.628-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-27T02:51:27.628-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pai Solteiro" /><title>Pai Solteiro - Parte 63</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As crianças, geralmente, acabam sendo espelhos dos próprios pais. Muitas das vezes até o jeito de ser é imitado. Pelo filhotão dá pra saber quem é o pai. Como por exemplo, um pai solteiro que adora tomar uma cervejinha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img39.imageshack.us/img39/2017/paisolteirobebado.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ou um bacuri que tem um pai nerd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img39.imageshack.us/img39/3746/paisolteironerd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ou aquele que o pai é o taradão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img39.imageshack.us/img39/4093/paisolteirotarado.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666808249269817748-3972349859132289257?l=www.azideias.net'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.azideias.net/feeds/3972349859132289257/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666808249269817748&amp;postID=3972349859132289257&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/3972349859132289257?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/3972349859132289257?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.azideias.net/2009/10/pai-solteiro-parte-6.html" title="Pai Solteiro - Parte 63" /><author><name>Tijolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698401766504872355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11931041633245476282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YHR385eSp7ImA9WxNVFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666808249269817748.post-4475180373877168013</id><published>2009-10-26T03:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T03:32:16.121-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-26T03:32:16.121-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vídeos" /><title>Golaço! Só Não Valeu.</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Já que domingão é dia de ficar por dentro das últimas do esporte, toma aí uma que rolou na semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dragan Stojkovic, antigo capitão da Iugoslávia, provou que quem sabe realmente jogar, nunca esquece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Atualmente com 44 anos e no comando do time Nagoya Grampus Eight, da J-League, Stojkovic aproveitou um momento parado do jogo para fazer um golaço. Ele surgiu do nada e mandou um balaço pegando na veia, de primeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mesmo depois do gol, o juiz não muito chegado numa piadinha e com completa falta de fair play, expulsa Dragan de campo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XQPR43v64e4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XQPR43v64e4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666808249269817748-4475180373877168013?l=www.azideias.net'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.azideias.net/feeds/4475180373877168013/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666808249269817748&amp;postID=4475180373877168013&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/4475180373877168013?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/4475180373877168013?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.azideias.net/2009/10/golaco-so-nao-valeu.html" title="Golaço! Só Não Valeu." /><author><name>Tijolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698401766504872355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11931041633245476282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8MRHozcCp7ImA9WxNVFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666808249269817748.post-8256992023401767554</id><published>2009-10-26T03:25:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T03:28:05.488-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-26T03:28:05.488-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mundo Feminino" /><title>Que Susto!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Essas danças coreografadas são interessantes. Até quando aparece o Michael Phelps pelado o susto é ensaiado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img40.imageshack.us/img40/4762/nadadoras.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666808249269817748-8256992023401767554?l=www.azideias.net'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.azideias.net/feeds/8256992023401767554/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666808249269817748&amp;postID=8256992023401767554&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/8256992023401767554?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/8256992023401767554?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.azideias.net/2009/10/que-susto.html" title="Que Susto!" /><author><name>Tijolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698401766504872355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11931041633245476282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkECSHoyeyp7ImA9WxNVFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666808249269817748.post-8693278175802169404</id><published>2009-10-26T03:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T03:24:29.493-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-26T03:24:29.493-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mundo Animal" /><title>Que Não Tem Cão, Caça Com Cachorro</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Esse mundo tá mudado mesmo. Levar cachorro para passear até onde eu sei, é colocar uma coleira no bicho, e dar umas voltas na rua. Mas tem gente que quer modernizar a coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img40.imageshack.us/img40/4175/caronacao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666808249269817748-8693278175802169404?l=www.azideias.net'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.azideias.net/feeds/8693278175802169404/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666808249269817748&amp;postID=8693278175802169404&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/8693278175802169404?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/8693278175802169404?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.azideias.net/2009/10/que-nao-tem-cao-caca-com-cachorro.html" title="Que Não Tem Cão, Caça Com Cachorro" /><author><name>Tijolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698401766504872355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11931041633245476282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QNQ345eCp7ImA9WxNVFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666808249269817748.post-8554769498318062518</id><published>2009-10-24T21:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:03:12.020-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-24T21:03:12.020-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Publicidade e Sinalização" /><title>No Kital Tem a Kama de Kasal Kom Kamisa Em Cima</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Viajando por esse Brasil Varonil, a gente vê cada coisa. Eu não consigo dormir em viagens. O desconforto, o espaço, a posição, o movimento, tudo conspira em me deixar acordado. Mas isso é bom. Posso tirar fotos como esta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/7741/kital.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O velho uso do K em sua melhor forma e ainda puxando um português mequetrefe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666808249269817748-8554769498318062518?l=www.azideias.net'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.azideias.net/feeds/8554769498318062518/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666808249269817748&amp;postID=8554769498318062518&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/8554769498318062518?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/8554769498318062518?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.azideias.net/2009/10/no-kital-tem-kama-de-kasal-kom-kamisa.html" title="No Kital Tem a Kama de Kasal Kom Kamisa Em Cima" /><author><name>Tijolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698401766504872355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11931041633245476282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UMSXo8fSp7ImA9WxNVFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666808249269817748.post-7778445540345175483</id><published>2009-10-24T20:58:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:01:28.475-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-24T21:01:28.475-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vídeos" /><title>Bloopers Friends – Parte 3</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bom, nessa terceira parte deveria aparecer aqui entre os vídeos, os erros de gravação das temporadas cinco e seis. Mas, infelizmente, eu não as encontrei pela internet. Então vamos pular logo para a sétima temporada. Aperta o play, marreco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SujQagSXhxY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SujQagSXhxY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;E também da oitava temporada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yFnV04WXapw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yFnV04WXapw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666808249269817748-7778445540345175483?l=www.azideias.net'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.azideias.net/feeds/7778445540345175483/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666808249269817748&amp;postID=7778445540345175483&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/7778445540345175483?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/7778445540345175483?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.azideias.net/2009/10/bloopers-friends-parte-3.html" title="Bloopers Friends – Parte 3" /><author><name>Tijolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698401766504872355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11931041633245476282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cMRHc9fyp7ImA9WxNVFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666808249269817748.post-47821428385170527</id><published>2009-10-24T20:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T20:58:05.967-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-24T20:58:05.967-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Notícias" /><title>Jesus seria chinês?</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Chinês quebra recorde ao correr sobre a água por 18 metros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O monge chinês Shi Liliang, de 33 anos, corre sobre a água, em Quanzhou, na província de Fujian, e quebrou seu próprio recorde, que era de 15 metros. Ele correu por 18 metros sobre uma fileira de madeira de um centímetro de espessura. Shi realiza o golpe de arte marcial conhecido em chinês como 'Shuishangpiao'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://g1.globo.com/Noticias/PlanetaBizarro/foto/0,,31141612-FMM,00.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://g1.globo.com/Noticias/PlanetaBizarro/foto/0,,31141615-FMM,00.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://g1.globo.com/Noticias/PlanetaBizarro/foto/0,,31141617-FMM,00.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://g1.globo.com/Noticias/PlanetaBizarro/foto/0,,31141622-FMM,00.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://g1.globo.com/Noticias/PlanetaBizarro/0,,MUL1352464-6091,00-CHINES+QUEBRA+RECORDE+AO+CORRER+SOBRE+A+AGUA+POR+METROS.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;FONTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Se Dan Brown descobre isso, ele vai escrever um livro dizendo que Jesus não andou em cima da água e sim em cima de madeiras de 1 centímetro. Outra coisa, esses monges não tem nada mais interessante para fazer, né? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666808249269817748-47821428385170527?l=www.azideias.net'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.azideias.net/feeds/47821428385170527/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666808249269817748&amp;postID=47821428385170527&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/47821428385170527?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/47821428385170527?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.azideias.net/2009/10/jesus-seria-chines.html" title="Jesus seria chinês?" /><author><name>Tijolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698401766504872355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11931041633245476282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4CSHo4fSp7ImA9WxNVFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666808249269817748.post-9108973370898476132</id><published>2009-10-24T20:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T20:56:09.435-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-24T20:56:09.435-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Falta Do Que Fazer" /><title>Melhor Seria Par ou Impar</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sacanagem o Coisa brincar de ‘pedra, papel e tesoura’ com o Edward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img10.imageshack.us/img10/6624/thing2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666808249269817748-9108973370898476132?l=www.azideias.net'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.azideias.net/feeds/9108973370898476132/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666808249269817748&amp;postID=9108973370898476132&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/9108973370898476132?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A guria é pequenininha ainda, mas já bate maior papo com os pais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hBTDai1NsPY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hBTDai1NsPY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 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O que antes era quase uma religião, atualmente virou avacalhação. Se alguém fizer no teatro um R2-D2 como este esperando um sabre de luz, eu saio correndo léguas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img39.imageshack.us/img39/6673/rd2ass.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666808249269817748-241674669995007186?l=www.azideias.net'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.azideias.net/feeds/241674669995007186/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666808249269817748&amp;postID=241674669995007186&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/241674669995007186?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666808249269817748/posts/default/241674669995007186?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.azideias.net/2009/10/r2da2.html" title="R2Dá2" /><author><name>Tijolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698401766504872355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11931041633245476282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry></feed>
