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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J-JplcVZG4HlDBfRWiTn2G_Hswo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J-JplcVZG4HlDBfRWiTn2G_Hswo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J-JplcVZG4HlDBfRWiTn2G_Hswo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J-JplcVZG4HlDBfRWiTn2G_Hswo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Conta a lenda que quatro estudantes universit&amp;#225;rios estavam num buteco,&lt;br&gt;ap&amp;#243;s as aulas, na frente da Federal de Goi&amp;#225;s. Um paulista, um carioca,&lt;br&gt;um goiano e um mineiro.&lt;br&gt;Conversa vai e cerveja vem, os tr&amp;#234;s come&amp;#231;am a encarnar no mineiro, com&lt;br&gt;aquelas piadinhas sobre Minas Gerais: p&amp;#227;o de queijo, comprador de&lt;br&gt;bonde, fam&amp;#237;lia tradicional, Uberl&amp;#226;ndia, etc. E o mineirinho na dele,&lt;br&gt;com cara de &amp;#39;n&amp;#227;o &amp;#233; comigo&amp;#39;, olhando s&amp;#243; pro copo...at&amp;#233; que o carioca&lt;br&gt;ainda rindo, pergunta:&lt;br&gt;- O que houve, mineirinho? Perdeu o senso de humor?&lt;br&gt;- N&amp;#227;o, n&amp;#227;o, &amp;#233; que tenho um problema s&amp;#233;rio...&lt;br&gt;- E o que &amp;#233;?&lt;br&gt;- Mas, &amp;#243;ia s&amp;#243; proc&amp;#234; v&amp;#234;, minha mulher me meteu um chap&amp;#233;u de boi e ainda&lt;br&gt;embarrigou.&lt;br&gt;Risadas dos tr&amp;#234;s, um gole de cerva do mineirinho, e a nova pergunta:&lt;br&gt;- E o que voc&amp;#234; fez?&lt;br&gt;- Fiz o certo, s&amp;#244;!  Levei a mulher pro Rio, o mininin deixei em S&amp;#227;o&lt;br&gt;Paulo e vim c&amp;#225; pr&amp;#225; Goi&amp;#225;s.&lt;br&gt;Nesse ponto, uma risadinha do mineirinho. Os tr&amp;#234;s ficam imaginando o&lt;br&gt;que aquilo queria dizer, mas resolvem perguntar:&lt;br&gt;- E por que voc&amp;#234; fez isso mineirinho?&lt;br&gt;- &amp;#201; &amp;#243;bvio, uai! Levei a mulher pro Rio que l&amp;#225; &amp;#233; lugar de puta; o&lt;br&gt;mininin pra S&amp;#227;o Paulo, que &amp;#233; lugar de filho da puta; e vim aqui pra&lt;br&gt;G&amp;#243;i&amp;#225;s, que &amp;#233; lugar de corno, uai!&lt;p&gt;VAI MEXER COM QUEM T&amp;#193; QUIETO...&lt;br&gt;BRINCA COM NOIS PRO C&amp;#202; V&amp;#202;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365087312540402204-2266217647528619877?l=arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~4/pwXEw92VPi4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/feeds/2266217647528619877/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365087312540402204&amp;postID=2266217647528619877&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/2266217647528619877?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/2266217647528619877?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~3/pwXEw92VPi4/mineirinho-distribuindo-familia.html" title="Mineirinho distribuindo a família" /><author><name>Gaspar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06061383913044353533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/2012/01/mineirinho-distribuindo-familia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIERHk7fyp7ImA9WhRRGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365087312540402204.post-3098040438380683435</id><published>2011-12-02T15:21:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T15:21:45.707-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-02T15:21:45.707-02:00</app:edited><title>Piadinhas de loiras</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2ILNVxoBjonwcpw5wOYj1j7c9hw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2ILNVxoBjonwcpw5wOYj1j7c9hw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2ILNVxoBjonwcpw5wOYj1j7c9hw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2ILNVxoBjonwcpw5wOYj1j7c9hw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Uma loira est&amp;#225; preocupada, pois acha que seu marido est&amp;#225; tendo um caso. Vai&lt;br&gt;at&amp;#233; uma loja de armas e compra um rev&amp;#243;lver. No dia seguinte, ela volta para&lt;br&gt;casa e encontra seu marido, na cama, com uma ruiva espetacular. Ela aponta,&lt;br&gt;ent&amp;#227;o, a arma para a pr&amp;#243;pria cabe&amp;#231;a.&lt;br&gt;O marido pula da cama, implora e suplica para que ela n&amp;#227;o se mate.&lt;br&gt;Aos berros, a loira responde:&lt;br&gt;- Cale a boca, cretino... Voc&amp;#234; &amp;#233; o pr&amp;#243;ximo!&lt;p&gt;* * * * * *&lt;p&gt;Uma loira entrou na competi&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o de nata&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o, modalidade &amp;#39;peito&amp;#39;. As outras&lt;br&gt;competidoras eram uma morena e uma ruiva.&lt;br&gt;A morena chegou em primeiro e a ruiva em segundo.&lt;br&gt;Ap&amp;#243;s certo tempo, chega &amp;#224; loira, completamente exausta.&lt;br&gt;Ap&amp;#243;s ser reanimada com caf&amp;#233; e cobertores, ela fala:&lt;br&gt;- N&amp;#227;o quero reclamar, mas acho que aquelas outras duas usaram os bra&amp;#231;os.&lt;p&gt;* * * * * *&lt;p&gt;Uma loira est&amp;#225; deitada na praia, com um bronzeado espetacular, a ponto de&lt;br&gt;chamar a aten&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o.&lt;br&gt;Uma mulher interessada chega perto e pergunta:&lt;br&gt;- Por favor, qual o seu protetor?&lt;br&gt;- S&amp;#227;o Francisco de Assis.&lt;p&gt;* * * * * *&lt;p&gt;Uma loira pergunta para a outra:&lt;br&gt;- O que est&amp;#225; mais distante Londres ou a Lua?&lt;br&gt;A outra responde:&lt;br&gt;- Nossa!!! Que pergunta mais sem sentido!!!&lt;br&gt;Voc&amp;#234; consegue ver Londres daqui?&lt;br&gt;- N&amp;#227;o!!!!&lt;br&gt;- Ent&amp;#227;o... Amigaaaaaaaaaaa... Hellooooooooo !!!!&lt;p&gt;* * * * * *&lt;p&gt;A loira pede uma pizza pelo telefone. Ent&amp;#227;o, a atendente da pizzaria&lt;br&gt;pergunta:&lt;br&gt;- A senhora quer que eu corte em quatro ou em oito peda&amp;#231;os?&lt;br&gt;E a loira:&lt;br&gt;- Em quatro, por favor! Eu jamais ag&amp;#252;entaria comer oito peda&amp;#231;os.&lt;p&gt;* * * * * *&lt;p&gt;A loira estava abrindo uma lata de cerveja com um abridor de latas, e sua&lt;br&gt;amiga, ent&amp;#227;o, disse pra ela:&lt;br&gt;- Pra que isso??? &amp;#201; s&amp;#243; puxar o lacre!!!&lt;br&gt;E a loira com cara de sabida:&lt;br&gt;- &amp;#201;, mas isso &amp;#233; pra quem n&amp;#227;o tem abridor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365087312540402204-3098040438380683435?l=arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~4/unUtqlZqfDk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/feeds/3098040438380683435/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365087312540402204&amp;postID=3098040438380683435&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/3098040438380683435?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/3098040438380683435?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~3/unUtqlZqfDk/piadinhas-de-loiras.html" title="Piadinhas de loiras" /><author><name>Gaspar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06061383913044353533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/2011/12/piadinhas-de-loiras.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIDRHk7eip7ImA9WhdbGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365087312540402204.post-340053675616650646</id><published>2011-10-17T22:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T22:26:15.702-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-17T22:26:15.702-02:00</app:edited><title>Vovó moderna</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YwW87HP5Oxg7tovKjyMx6Mh3z8s/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YwW87HP5Oxg7tovKjyMx6Mh3z8s/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YwW87HP5Oxg7tovKjyMx6Mh3z8s/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YwW87HP5Oxg7tovKjyMx6Mh3z8s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Paulinho tem 9 anos e foi passar uns dias na casa da vov&amp;#243;.&lt;br&gt;Ele estava brincando na rua com alguns coleguinhas e uma hora entrou&lt;br&gt;em casa perguntando:&lt;br&gt;- Vov&amp;#243;, como se chama aquilo quando duas pessoas dormem no mesmo&lt;br&gt;quarto e ficam uma em cima da outra?&lt;br&gt;A vov&amp;#243; se assustou com a pergunta, pensou e achou que seria melhor&lt;br&gt;dizer a verdade:&lt;br&gt;- Bem, Paulinho, isso se chama uma RELA&amp;#199;&amp;#195;O SEXUAL...&lt;br&gt;Paulinho satisfeito com a resposta voltou para a rua para brincar.&lt;br&gt;Dentro de instantes ele entra em casa novamente todo esbaforido e diz:&lt;br&gt;- Vov&amp;#243;, aquilo que eu perguntei, a m&amp;#227;e do Zezinho disse que se chama&lt;br&gt;BELICHE, e ela quer falar com a senhora...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365087312540402204-340053675616650646?l=arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~4/v81k3kBr-oA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/feeds/340053675616650646/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365087312540402204&amp;postID=340053675616650646&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/340053675616650646?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/340053675616650646?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~3/v81k3kBr-oA/vovo-moderna.html" title="Vovó moderna" /><author><name>Gaspar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06061383913044353533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/2011/10/vovo-moderna.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIASXo8cCp7ImA9WhdUGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365087312540402204.post-458652974727182385</id><published>2011-10-06T19:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T19:02:28.478-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-06T19:02:28.478-03:00</app:edited><title>A placa</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YSzWpVdxnw7mQTMrFmd1j20VW-E/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YSzWpVdxnw7mQTMrFmd1j20VW-E/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YSzWpVdxnw7mQTMrFmd1j20VW-E/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YSzWpVdxnw7mQTMrFmd1j20VW-E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Um chefe de departamento, chato e autorit&amp;#225;rio, achando que seus&lt;br&gt;subordinados n&amp;#227;o estavam mais respeitando sua lideran&amp;#231;a, resolveu&lt;br&gt;colocar a seguinte placa na entrada de seu escrit&amp;#243;rio, logo que chegou&lt;br&gt;de manh&amp;#227;:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;AQUI QUEM MANDA SOU EU&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Ao chegar de uma reuni&amp;#227;o, encontrou o seguinte bilhete junto &amp;#224; placa:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Sua esposa ligou e disse que &amp;#233; para o senhor levar a placa dela de volta.&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365087312540402204-458652974727182385?l=arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~4/Rlg_CIHlvCY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/feeds/458652974727182385/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365087312540402204&amp;postID=458652974727182385&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/458652974727182385?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/458652974727182385?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~3/Rlg_CIHlvCY/placa.html" title="A placa" /><author><name>Gaspar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06061383913044353533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/2011/10/placa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08CQng6eip7ImA9WhdUFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365087312540402204.post-6621687179055375551</id><published>2011-10-03T13:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T13:37:43.612-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-03T13:37:43.612-03:00</app:edited><title>Joãozinho</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1OzDhDYrOeRD4myeqigpX0q8XFU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1OzDhDYrOeRD4myeqigpX0q8XFU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1OzDhDYrOeRD4myeqigpX0q8XFU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1OzDhDYrOeRD4myeqigpX0q8XFU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A professora disse para os seus alunos:&lt;p&gt;- Voc&amp;#234;s t&amp;#234;m duas horas para fazer uma reda&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o, quem terminar pode ir pra casa.&lt;br&gt;A reda&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o dever&amp;#225; conter cinco temas:&lt;p&gt;1&amp;#186;. Sexo.&lt;br&gt;2&amp;#186;. Presid&amp;#234;ncia da Rep&amp;#250;blica.&lt;br&gt;3&amp;#186;. Religi&amp;#227;o&lt;br&gt;4&amp;#186;. Mist&amp;#233;rio.&lt;br&gt;5&amp;#176;. Coragem&lt;p&gt;Jo&amp;#227;ozinho, como sempre... foi o primeiro a entregar (em menos de 1 minuto)&lt;br&gt;Sua reda&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o dizia:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Comeram a Dilma. Meu Deus! Quem foi?&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365087312540402204-6621687179055375551?l=arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~4/frZTBNxbsGg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/feeds/6621687179055375551/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365087312540402204&amp;postID=6621687179055375551&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/6621687179055375551?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/6621687179055375551?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~3/frZTBNxbsGg/joaozinho.html" title="Joãozinho" /><author><name>Gaspar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06061383913044353533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/2011/10/joaozinho.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMGQHw4fip7ImA9WhdUE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365087312540402204.post-7261293615313171849</id><published>2011-09-29T11:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T11:27:01.236-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-29T11:27:01.236-03:00</app:edited><title>Para os machões</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Jz4l4P4HktCBuTyuAB-t8mtFO74/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Jz4l4P4HktCBuTyuAB-t8mtFO74/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Jz4l4P4HktCBuTyuAB-t8mtFO74/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Jz4l4P4HktCBuTyuAB-t8mtFO74/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;O marido pergunta &amp;#224; mulher:&lt;br&gt;- Com quantos homens voc&amp;#234; j&amp;#225; dormiu?&lt;br&gt;A mulher responde orgulhosa:&lt;br&gt;- S&amp;#243; contigo, querido!&amp;#160;&amp;#160;Com os outros eu ficava acordada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365087312540402204-7261293615313171849?l=arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~4/UvFcua1_JjE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/feeds/7261293615313171849/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365087312540402204&amp;postID=7261293615313171849&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/7261293615313171849?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/7261293615313171849?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~3/UvFcua1_JjE/para-os-machoes.html" title="Para os machões" /><author><name>Gaspar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06061383913044353533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/2011/09/para-os-machoes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8FRXszeSp7ImA9WhdUEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365087312540402204.post-2826079882813596587</id><published>2011-09-26T20:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T20:13:34.581-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-26T20:13:34.581-03:00</app:edited><title>DESSA VEZ PAREI DE BEBER.</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/G-MwUdpeuLXlCoycqVh2M0FKSg0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/G-MwUdpeuLXlCoycqVh2M0FKSg0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/G-MwUdpeuLXlCoycqVh2M0FKSg0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/G-MwUdpeuLXlCoycqVh2M0FKSg0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Fui a uma festa de despedida de solteiro em uma ch&amp;#225;cara aqui perto da&lt;br&gt;cidade, do meu amigo Amadeu.&lt;br&gt;A galera toda l&amp;#225;. Muita cerveja, u&amp;#237;sque, vinho. A noite prometia.&lt;br&gt;Muitas gatinhas. Galera animada.&lt;br&gt;Sa&amp;#237; de l&amp;#225; nem sei que horas. Travado!&lt;br&gt;Voltando pela rodovia, avistei algo que se tornou o terror dos&lt;br&gt;festeiros...Uma blitz!!!&lt;br&gt;Comecei a rezar para tudo quanto era santo.&lt;br&gt;Mas... fui sorteado. Quando parei, quase atropelei o guarda. Tava&lt;br&gt;ruim. O guarda pediu para eu descer do carro. Quase n&amp;#227;o consegui.&lt;br&gt;A&amp;#237; o pesadelo aumentou. Ouvi o que qualquer b&amp;#234;bado teme:&lt;br&gt;- Vamos fazer o teste do baf&amp;#244;metro!&lt;br&gt;T&amp;#244; fudido! Pensei. Quando, ao que parece, os santos resolveram me&lt;br&gt;atender. Um caminh&amp;#227;o bate na outra pista e espalha toda a sua carga...&lt;br&gt;Os guardas imediatamente me dizem:&lt;br&gt;- V&amp;#225; embora, vamos socorrer aquele acidente!!! e sairam em disparada a p&amp;#233;.&lt;br&gt;Eu, mais que depressa (ou pelo menos tentando)e completamente&lt;br&gt;atordoado, entrei no carro e fui embora.&lt;br&gt;Feliz da vida. Hoje &amp;#233; meu dia de sorte, pensei.&lt;br&gt;Cheguei em casa, guardei o carro e, ap&amp;#243;s agradecer aos santos pelo meu&lt;br&gt;dia de sorte, fui dormir.&lt;br&gt;Tava feliz.&lt;br&gt;No outro dia, minha m&amp;#227;e me acorda as 7 da manh&amp;#227; me perguntando:&lt;br&gt;- Filho, de quem &amp;#233; aquela viatura da pol&amp;#237;cia Rodovi&amp;#225;ria Federal&lt;br&gt;estacionada dentro da nossa garagem?&lt;p&gt;P. Q. PARIU... FODEU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365087312540402204-2826079882813596587?l=arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~4/R41gA2CasUY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/feeds/2826079882813596587/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365087312540402204&amp;postID=2826079882813596587&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/2826079882813596587?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/2826079882813596587?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~3/R41gA2CasUY/dessa-vez-parei-de-beber.html" title="DESSA VEZ PAREI DE BEBER." /><author><name>Gaspar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06061383913044353533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/2011/09/dessa-vez-parei-de-beber.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIAQH0_eCp7ImA9WhdUEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365087312540402204.post-2435844365433418483</id><published>2011-09-26T20:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T20:09:01.340-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-26T20:09:01.340-03:00</app:edited><title>Marido fritando OVO</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8lJM-TbWQAQZJ6tLxglW5weuexs/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8lJM-TbWQAQZJ6tLxglW5weuexs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8lJM-TbWQAQZJ6tLxglW5weuexs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8lJM-TbWQAQZJ6tLxglW5weuexs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;O homem est&amp;#225; na cozinha, fritando um ovo,&lt;br&gt;quando a esposa chega e come&amp;#231;a a gritar como uma louca:&lt;p&gt;- JOGA MAIS &amp;#211;&amp;#211;&amp;#211;LEO!!!&lt;br&gt;JOGA MAIS &amp;#211;&amp;#211;&amp;#211;&amp;#211;&amp;#211;&amp;#211;&amp;#211;&amp;#211;LEOOOOO!!!&lt;br&gt;CUIDAAADO!!! - VAI GRUDAR NO FUUUUUUUNDO...&lt;br&gt;CUIDAAADO!!! VIRA, VIRA,&lt;br&gt;ANDA VIRA... R&amp;#193;&amp;#193;&amp;#193;PIDO!!!&lt;br&gt;CUIDADO! CUIDAAADO!!! VAI ESPIRRAAAR...!!!!!!!!&lt;br&gt;PARECE QUE VOC&amp;#202; &amp;#201; LOUCO.....&lt;br&gt;VAI ENTORNAR... P&amp;#213;E MEEENOS...&lt;br&gt;AI, MEU DEUS!&lt;br&gt;O SAAAL!!!&lt;br&gt;N&amp;#195;O ESQUECEU O SAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLL!!!&lt;br&gt;CUIDAAAADO !!&lt;br&gt;N&amp;#195;O P&amp;#213;E MUUUITOOOOOOO!!!!&lt;br&gt;DESLIGA O FOGO, VAAAAAI,&lt;br&gt;DESLIGA O FOOOOOGOO...&lt;br&gt;UFAAAA! ACABOU! AAAAFFFEEE!&lt;p&gt;O homem, irritado com os berros, pergunta:&lt;br&gt;- Por que &amp;#233; que voc&amp;#234; est&amp;#225; fazendo isto?!... Voc&amp;#234; acha que eu n&amp;#227;o sei&lt;br&gt;fritar um ovo?!...&lt;br&gt;E a esposa, bem calma, responde:&lt;br&gt;- Isto &amp;#233; s&amp;#243; para voc&amp;#234; ter uma ideia do que voc&amp;#234; faz comigo quando eu dirijo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365087312540402204-2435844365433418483?l=arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~4/ZtDJ_h6TrIE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/feeds/2435844365433418483/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365087312540402204&amp;postID=2435844365433418483&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/2435844365433418483?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/2435844365433418483?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~3/ZtDJ_h6TrIE/marido-fritando-ovo.html" title="Marido fritando OVO" /><author><name>Gaspar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06061383913044353533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/2011/09/marido-fritando-ovo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQNSHc8fCp7ImA9WhdUEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365087312540402204.post-1677435782752892345</id><published>2011-09-26T20:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T20:06:39.974-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-26T20:06:39.974-03:00</app:edited><title>Vamos rir um pouco?</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cy5TV1Oia1_USTCnYO8dkbki4SA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cy5TV1Oia1_USTCnYO8dkbki4SA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;EXPLICA&amp;#199;&amp;#195;O&lt;br&gt;Se voc&amp;#234; &amp;#233; feio, pobre, burro, e mesmo assim tem um monte de mulher&lt;br&gt;dando em cima de voc&amp;#234;, s&amp;#243; tem uma explica&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o:&lt;br&gt;Voc&amp;#234; mora embaixo de um puteiro.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;ESTAT&amp;#205;STICA&lt;br&gt;Estudo revela que depois de fazerem amor, 10% dos homens voltam-se&lt;br&gt;para o lado direito, 10% para o lado esquerdo e os outros 80% voltam&lt;br&gt;para casa!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A DESCOBERTA&lt;br&gt;Jo&amp;#227;ozinho completa 9 anos e seu pai lhe pergunta:&lt;br&gt;- Meu filho, voc&amp;#234; sabe como nascem os beb&amp;#234;s?&lt;br&gt;O menino assustado, responde:&lt;br&gt;- N&amp;#227;o quero saber!!!! Por favor, prometa que n&amp;#227;o vai me contar,&amp;#160;pai!&lt;br&gt;O pai, confuso, n&amp;#227;o se conforma, e pergunta:&lt;br&gt;- Mas por que voc&amp;#234; n&amp;#227;o quer saber, Jo&amp;#227;ozinho?&lt;br&gt;E o menino, solu&amp;#231;ando, responde:&lt;br&gt;- Aos 6 anos me contaram que n&amp;#227;o&amp;#160;existe coelho da P&amp;#225;scoa; aos 7&lt;br&gt;descobri que n&amp;#227;o existem fadas-madrinhas,&amp;#160;nem sereias, nem o Saci&lt;br&gt;Perer&amp;#234;... Aos 8 entendi que o Papai&lt;br&gt;Noel &amp;#233; voc&amp;#234;! Se agora eu descobrir que os adultos n&amp;#227;o &amp;quot;trepam&amp;quot;, n&amp;#227;o&lt;br&gt;vejo&amp;#160;mais raz&amp;#227;o para continuar vivendo!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;B&amp;#202;BADO E A DAMA DE PRETO&lt;br&gt;Come&amp;#231;ou a m&amp;#250;sica e um b&amp;#234;bado levantou-se cambaleando e dirigiu-se a&lt;br&gt;uma senhora de preto e pediu:&lt;br&gt;- Hic... Madame, me d&amp;#225; o prazer dessa dan&amp;#231;a?&lt;br&gt;E ouviu a seguinte resposta:&lt;br&gt;- N&amp;#227;o!!! Por quatro motivos:Primeiro, o senhor est&amp;#225; b&amp;#234;bado!&lt;br&gt;Segundo, isto &amp;#233; um vel&amp;#243;rio! Terceiro, n&amp;#227;o se dan&amp;#231;a a Ora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o do Pai&lt;br&gt;Nosso! E quarto, porque &amp;#39;Madame&amp;#39; &amp;#233; a puta que o pariu! Eu sou o&lt;br&gt;padre!!!!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;LOIRA&lt;br&gt;Uma loira chegou com seu carro novinho numa loja de acess&amp;#243;rios e disse&lt;br&gt;pro&amp;#160;vendedor:&lt;br&gt;- Quero instalar um p&amp;#225;ra-raios no meu carro.&lt;br&gt;E o vendedor explicou:&lt;br&gt;- Olha, eu nunca ouvi falar nesse equipamento pra ve&amp;#237;culo. Por que &amp;#233;&lt;br&gt;que&amp;#160;voc&amp;#234; quer instalar um p&amp;#225;ra-raios no seu carro?&lt;br&gt;E a loira:&lt;br&gt;- Heloooooooooouuuuuuuu! Nunca ouviu falar de seq&amp;#252;estro&lt;br&gt;rel&amp;#226;mpago n&amp;#227;o, &amp;#244;&amp;#160;desinformado????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365087312540402204-1677435782752892345?l=arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~4/T4_97vSSyCc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/feeds/1677435782752892345/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365087312540402204&amp;postID=1677435782752892345&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/1677435782752892345?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/1677435782752892345?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~3/T4_97vSSyCc/vamos-rir-um-pouco.html" title="Vamos rir um pouco?" /><author><name>Gaspar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06061383913044353533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/2011/09/vamos-rir-um-pouco.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4AQXk4fCp7ImA9WhdUEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365087312540402204.post-7635436082876157342</id><published>2011-09-26T19:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T19:59:00.734-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-26T19:59:00.734-03:00</app:edited><title>Pérolas dos Avisos nas Embalagens</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J2Qbnu9F-AlNeJdx6ndTikEOZyw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J2Qbnu9F-AlNeJdx6ndTikEOZyw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;D&amp;#225; para acreditar que estas advert&amp;#234;ncias est&amp;#227;o realmente escritas em&lt;br&gt;embalagens de produtos vendidos no mercado?&lt;p&gt;Num secador de cabelos:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;NAO USE QUANDO ESTIVER DORMINDO&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;(Sei l&amp;#225;, voc&amp;#234; pode querer ganhar tempo...)&lt;p&gt;Na embalagem do sabonete anti-s&amp;#233;ptico:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;INDICA&amp;#199;&amp;#213;ES: UTILIZAR COMO SABONETE NORMAL&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;(Boa! Cabe a cada um imaginar pra que serve um sabonete anormal..)&lt;p&gt;Em alguns pacotes de refei&amp;#231;&amp;#245;es congeladas:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;SUGEST&amp;#195;O DE APRESENTA&amp;#199;&amp;#195;O: DESCONGELAR PRIMEIRO&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;(&amp;#201; s&amp;#243; sugest&amp;#227;o! De repente o pessoal pode estar a fim de chup&amp;#225;-las&lt;br&gt;como picol&amp;#233;...)&lt;p&gt;Numa touca para a ducha:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;V&amp;#193;LIDO PARA UMA CABE&amp;#199;A&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;(Algu&amp;#233;m muito rom&amp;#226;ntico poderia colocar a sua e a da amada na mesma touca...)&lt;p&gt;Na sobremesa Tiramis&amp;#250;, impresso no lado de baixo da caixa:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;N&amp;#195;O INVERTER A EMBALAGEM&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;(Ops!!! leu o aviso.. &amp;#233; porque j&amp;#225; inverteu!)&lt;p&gt;Na embalagem de pudim:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;ATEN&amp;#199;&amp;#195;O: O PUDIM ESTAR&amp;#193; QUENTE DEPOIS DE AQUECIDO&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;(Brilhante!)&lt;p&gt;Na embalagem do ferro de passar:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;N&amp;#195;O ENGOMAR A ROUPA SOBRE O CORPO&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;(Gostaria de conhecer a infeliz criatura que n&amp;#227;o deu ouvidos a este &amp;#160;aviso)&lt;p&gt;Num medicamento pedi&amp;#225;trico contra o catarro infantil:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;N&amp;#195;O CONDUZA AUTOM&amp;#211;VEIS NEM MANEJE MAQUINARIA PESADA DEPOIS DE TOMAR&lt;br&gt;ESTE MEDICAMENTO&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;(Tantos acidentes poderiam ser evitados se fosse poss&amp;#237;vel manter esses&lt;br&gt;travessos mi&amp;#250;dos de 4 anos longe dos volantes dos carros e dos&lt;br&gt;tratores)&lt;p&gt;Nas pastilhas para dormir:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;ADVERT&amp;#202;NCIA: PODE PRODUZIR SONOL&amp;#202;NCIA&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;(Pode n&amp;#227;o,deve! N&amp;#227;o foi pra isso que eu comprei?).&lt;p&gt;Numa faca de cozinha:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;IMPORTANTE: MANTER LONGE DAS CRIAN&amp;#199;AS E ANIMAIS DE ESTIMA&amp;#199;&amp;#195;O&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;(Ser&amp;#225; que l&amp;#225; os cachorros e gatos s&amp;#227;o ninjas disfar&amp;#231;ados?)&lt;p&gt;Numa caixa de luzes decora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o de Natal:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;USAR APENAS NO INTERIOR OU NO EXTERIOR&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;(Algu&amp;#233;m pode me dizer qual &amp;#233; a terceira op&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o?)&lt;p&gt;No pacote de amendoim:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;AVISO: CONT&amp;#201;M AMENDOINS&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;(Mania de estragar as surpresas!)&lt;p&gt;Numa serra el&amp;#233;trica de fabrica&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o sueca:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;N&amp;#195;O TENTE DETER A SERRA COM AS M&amp;#195;OS OU OS GENITAIS&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;(Kit de castra&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o caseira?!)&lt;p&gt;Num saquinho de batatas fritas:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;VOC&amp;#202; PODE SER O VENCEDOR. N&amp;#195;O &amp;#201; NECESS&amp;#193;RIO COMPRAR. DETALHES DENTRO&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;(sem coment&amp;#225;rios)&lt;p&gt;Numa fantasia infantil de Super-Homem:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;O USO DESSE TRAJE N&amp;#195;O O TORNA APTO A VOAR&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;(Traumatizante... Olha como isso destr&amp;#243;i a imagina&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o da crian&amp;#231;a!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365087312540402204-7635436082876157342?l=arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~4/2BYaenKpL9g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/feeds/7635436082876157342/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365087312540402204&amp;postID=7635436082876157342&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/7635436082876157342?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/7635436082876157342?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~3/2BYaenKpL9g/perolas-dos-avisos-nas-embalagens.html" title="Pérolas dos Avisos nas Embalagens" /><author><name>Gaspar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06061383913044353533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/2011/09/perolas-dos-avisos-nas-embalagens.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cFSXgyfSp7ImA9WhdVGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365087312540402204.post-4714156287375459038</id><published>2011-09-25T11:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T11:30:18.695-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-25T11:30:18.695-03:00</app:edited><title>Piada de arrepiar</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KY9jvk045GZmpB73Y0LjSknk--o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KY9jvk045GZmpB73Y0LjSknk--o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Numa noite escura e de temporal, estava uma loira, de nome Paty, na&lt;br&gt;beira de uma estrada secund&amp;#225;ria mal iluminada pedindo carona.&lt;br&gt;Nenhum carro passava e a tempestade estava t&amp;#227;o furiosa que a pobre&lt;br&gt;Paty n&amp;#227;o conseguia ver dois palmos &amp;#224; frente do nariz! Subitamente,&lt;br&gt;Paty viu um carro aproximar-se dela e parar. Radiante, saltou de&lt;br&gt;imediato para dentro do carro e, fechando a porta, se deparou com o&lt;br&gt;fato de n&amp;#227;o haver ningu&amp;#233;m no banco do motorista!!!&lt;p&gt;O carro reiniciou ent&amp;#227;o a marcha lentamente e Paty, olhando para a&lt;br&gt;estrada, v&amp;#234; uma curva aproximar-se perigosamente.&lt;br&gt;Aterrorizada e ainda n&amp;#227;o refeita do choque de se encontrar num carro&lt;br&gt;fantasma, come&amp;#231;a a rezar fervorosamente para que a sua vida seja&lt;br&gt;poupada.&lt;br&gt;Neste instante, quando a curva se encontra a apenas uns escassos&lt;br&gt;metros do carro, uma misteriosa m&amp;#227;o surge pela janela do carro e move&lt;br&gt;o volante.&lt;br&gt;Paralisada pelo terror, Paty continua a observar as constantes&lt;br&gt;apari&amp;#231;&amp;#245;es da m&amp;#227;o &amp;#224; cada curva do caminho. At&amp;#233; que, reunindo as&lt;br&gt;escassas for&amp;#231;as que ainda possu&amp;#237;a, salta do carro, se ralando toda e&lt;br&gt;sai em disparada, desesperada, para a cidade mais pr&amp;#243;xima.&lt;br&gt;Cansada, encharcada e em estado de choque, entra num caf&amp;#233; onde emborca&lt;br&gt;de imediato dois drinques: um Martini e Blood Mary, relatando&lt;br&gt;debilmente o que havia acontecido, perante o olhar estarrecido dos&lt;br&gt;outros clientes.&lt;br&gt;Naquele instante, dois homens entraram no mesmo caf&amp;#233;, absolutamente&lt;br&gt;encharcados. Imediatamente um deles avisa para o outro:&lt;p&gt;- &amp;quot;Olha l&amp;#225; a loira retardada que entrou no nosso carro enquanto a&lt;br&gt;gente estava empurrando!&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365087312540402204-4714156287375459038?l=arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~4/yLookNyyago" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/feeds/4714156287375459038/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365087312540402204&amp;postID=4714156287375459038&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/4714156287375459038?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/4714156287375459038?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~3/yLookNyyago/piada-de-arrepiar.html" title="Piada de arrepiar" /><author><name>Gaspar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06061383913044353533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/2011/09/piada-de-arrepiar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8GQnoyfCp7ImA9WhdVGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365087312540402204.post-4738262736765689448</id><published>2011-09-25T11:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T11:27:03.494-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-25T11:27:03.494-03:00</app:edited><title>Lula no céu</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XV4ooh5InCD3aHQQeZRmPZqL2tg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XV4ooh5InCD3aHQQeZRmPZqL2tg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Lula morreu e foi para o C&amp;#233;u...&lt;p&gt;Chegando l&amp;#225;, ap&amp;#243;s breve entrevista, S&amp;#227;o Pedro recomendou que ele&lt;br&gt;ficasse quinze dias na ala dos fil&amp;#243;sofos, para aprimorar sua cultura,&lt;br&gt;j&amp;#225; que tratava-se de um ex-presidente...&lt;p&gt;No dia seguinte, preocupado com a decis&amp;#227;o que tinha tomado, S&amp;#227;o Pedro&lt;br&gt;foi at&amp;#233; a ala dos fil&amp;#243;sofos e, pela fresta da janela, surpreendeu&lt;br&gt;Conf&amp;#250;cio conversando com Lula. O velho s&amp;#225;bio estava com uma p&amp;#233;ssima&lt;br&gt;apar&amp;#234;ncia, e, profundamente irritado, dedo em riste, gritava com Lula.&lt;p&gt;- Olha Lula, &amp;#233; a &amp;#250;ltima vez que repito:&lt;p&gt;- Plat&amp;#227;o n&amp;#227;o &amp;#233; aumentativo de prato;&lt;p&gt;- Ep&amp;#237;stola n&amp;#227;o &amp;#233; a mulher do ap&amp;#243;stolo;&lt;p&gt;- Eucaristia n&amp;#227;o &amp;#233; o aumento do custo de vida;&lt;p&gt;- Crist&amp;#227;o n&amp;#227;o &amp;#233; um cristo grand&amp;#227;o;&lt;p&gt;- Enc&amp;#237;clica n&amp;#227;o &amp;#233; bicicleta de uma roda s&amp;#243;;&lt;p&gt;- Quem tem parte com o diabo n&amp;#227;o &amp;#233; diab&amp;#233;tico;&lt;p&gt;- Quem trabalha na Nasa n&amp;#227;o &amp;#233; nazista;&lt;p&gt;- E meu nome &amp;#233; Conf&amp;#250;cio ... Companh&amp;#234;ro Paf&amp;#250;ncio &amp;#233; a puta que te pariu...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365087312540402204-4738262736765689448?l=arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~4/5rUubFesneE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/feeds/4738262736765689448/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365087312540402204&amp;postID=4738262736765689448&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/4738262736765689448?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/4738262736765689448?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~3/5rUubFesneE/lula-no-ceu.html" title="Lula no céu" /><author><name>Gaspar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06061383913044353533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/2011/09/lula-no-ceu.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ANQXs4fSp7ImA9WhdVGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365087312540402204.post-6825515136375124285</id><published>2011-09-25T11:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T11:09:50.535-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-25T11:09:50.535-03:00</app:edited><title>Novos anjos</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/k79XhK8jvBYv_XTybnwoXXprmfA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/k79XhK8jvBYv_XTybnwoXXprmfA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/k79XhK8jvBYv_XTybnwoXXprmfA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/k79XhK8jvBYv_XTybnwoXXprmfA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Voc&amp;#234; notou que muitos nomes de anjo ...&lt;p&gt;Gabriel,&lt;br&gt;Rafael,&lt;br&gt;Miguel&lt;p&gt;e outros anjos... Todos terminam com&amp;#160;&amp;#39;el&amp;#39;.&lt;p&gt;Com base nos escritos de estudiosos s&amp;#233;rios, te&amp;#243;logos e rabinos, alguns&lt;br&gt;desses nomes foram decifrados:&lt;p&gt;-&amp;#160;GABRIEL:&amp;quot;AQUELE QUE DEUS ENVIOU&amp;quot;;&lt;br&gt;-&amp;#160;MIGUEL: &amp;quot;IGUAL A DEUS&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-&amp;#160;RAFAEL: &amp;quot;ANJO MENSAGEIRO&amp;quot; e assim vai...&lt;p&gt;Sendo assim, veja no texto abaixo as novas descobertas relativas aos&lt;br&gt;estudos desses seres protetores.&lt;p&gt;NOVOS ANJOS:&lt;p&gt;Aluguel&amp;#160;- anjo mau. N&amp;#227;o deixa a pessoa conseguir sua casa pr&amp;#243;pria;&lt;p&gt;Embratel&amp;#160;- anjo protetor do monop&amp;#243;lio das comunica&amp;#231;&amp;#245;es;&lt;p&gt;Chanel&amp;#160;- anjo protetor dos costureiros, estilistas e outros boiolas ;&lt;p&gt;Papai Noel&amp;#160;- anjo protetor do com&amp;#233;rcio. S&amp;#243; aparece no fim do ano para&lt;br&gt;acabar com seu 13&amp;#186;. Anda sempre acompanhado pelo anjo Jingobel;&lt;p&gt;Tonel&amp;#160;- anjo protetor dos alco&amp;#243;latras an&amp;#244;nimos e b&amp;#234;bados em geral;&lt;p&gt;Pastel- anjo protetor das col&amp;#244;nias japonesas e chinesas;&lt;p&gt;Gel&amp;#160;- anjo que protege as pessoas com cabelos rebeldes;&lt;p&gt;Manoel&amp;#160;- anjo protetor das piadas preconceituosas;&lt;p&gt;Papel&amp;#160;- anjo protetor daqueles com intestinos soltos;&lt;p&gt;Anatel&amp;#160;- anjo criado em Bras&amp;#237;lia, que n&amp;#227;o serve pra nada&lt;p&gt;Motel&amp;#160;-&amp;#160;Esse... nem me lembro mais !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365087312540402204-6825515136375124285?l=arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~4/MmpFKRqaBSY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/feeds/6825515136375124285/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365087312540402204&amp;postID=6825515136375124285&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/6825515136375124285?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/6825515136375124285?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~3/MmpFKRqaBSY/novos-anjos.html" title="Novos anjos" /><author><name>Gaspar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06061383913044353533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/2011/09/novos-anjos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EER3gzeyp7ImA9WhdVFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365087312540402204.post-6518756358386350813</id><published>2011-09-20T22:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T22:46:46.683-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-20T22:46:46.683-03:00</app:edited><title>Recessão americana</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/o92IPlrB5nDOiArwe0q4yrunBRk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/o92IPlrB5nDOiArwe0q4yrunBRk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/o92IPlrB5nDOiArwe0q4yrunBRk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/o92IPlrB5nDOiArwe0q4yrunBRk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A recess&amp;#227;o americana est&amp;#225; realmente muito forte...&lt;p&gt;Meu vizinho recebeu pelo correio um cart&amp;#227;o de cr&amp;#233;dito &amp;quot;pr&amp;#233;-reprovado&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Os CEO&amp;#39;s das grandes corpora&amp;#231;&amp;#245;es agora jogam mini-golfe.&lt;p&gt;Exxon-Mobil demitiu 25 congressistas.&lt;p&gt;Eu vi um M&amp;#243;rmon com apenas uma esposa.&lt;p&gt;Se o banco devolver um cheque seu com o carimbo &amp;quot;insufici&amp;#234;ncia de&lt;br&gt;fundos&amp;quot;, voc&amp;#234; pode chamar o banco e perguntar se a insufici&amp;#234;ncia &amp;#233; sua&lt;br&gt;ou do banco.&lt;p&gt;Angelina Jolie adotou uma crian&amp;#231;a.... americana.&lt;p&gt;Os pais em Beverly Hills est&amp;#227;o demitindo as bab&amp;#225;s e aprendendo os&lt;br&gt;nomes dos seus filhos.&lt;p&gt;Minha prima sofreu um exorcismo, mas n&amp;#227;o conseguiu pagar, e foi re-possu&amp;#237;da!&lt;p&gt;Um caminh&amp;#227;o cheio de Americanos foi aprendido tentando entrar no M&amp;#233;xico.&lt;p&gt;Quando Bill e Hillary Clinton viajam juntos, eles agora t&amp;#234;m que&lt;br&gt;dividir o mesmo quarto.&lt;p&gt;O hotel-cassino Treasure Island agora &amp;#233; gerenciado por piratas da Som&amp;#225;lia.&lt;p&gt;E, finalmente....&lt;p&gt;Eu estava t&amp;#227;o deprimido na noite passada pensando sobre a economia,&lt;br&gt;guerras, empregos, minhas economias, Seguridade Social, aposentadoria,&lt;br&gt;que chamei o CVV (Centro de Valoriza&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o da Vida). Fui atendido por um&lt;br&gt;call-center no Paquist&amp;#227;o, e quando eu disse que queria me suicidar,&lt;br&gt;eles ficaram superanimados e perguntaram se eu sabia dirigir caminh&amp;#227;o.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365087312540402204-6518756358386350813?l=arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~4/m4ahJGZ_t_s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/feeds/6518756358386350813/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365087312540402204&amp;postID=6518756358386350813&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/6518756358386350813?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/6518756358386350813?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~3/m4ahJGZ_t_s/recessao-americana.html" title="Recessão americana" /><author><name>Gaspar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06061383913044353533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/2011/09/recessao-americana.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIMRXk-eyp7ImA9WhdVFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365087312540402204.post-1770356997841626831</id><published>2011-09-20T21:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T21:56:24.753-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-20T21:56:24.753-03:00</app:edited><title>Para rir um pouquinho...quantas verdades, mesmo que sejam mentiras...</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wiHCD12jQ6dgtj6GNuqbpoHAYAQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wiHCD12jQ6dgtj6GNuqbpoHAYAQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;... Liquida&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o de Muletas - Venha correndo!&lt;p&gt;... A febre tif&amp;#243;ide &amp;#233; aquela febre que, ou voc&amp;#234; cura ou ela ti f&amp;#243;ide!&lt;p&gt;... Mam&amp;#227;e, por que voc&amp;#234; bateu naquela mulher que a gente viu chorando&lt;br&gt;no t&amp;#250;mulo do papai?&lt;p&gt;... O amor &amp;#233; como a gasolina da vida. Custa caro, acaba r&amp;#225;pido e pode&lt;br&gt;ser substitu&amp;#237;da pelo &amp;#225;lcool.&lt;p&gt;... Ex-namorado &amp;#233; que nem vestido: voc&amp;#234; v&amp;#234; em foto antiga e n&amp;#227;o&lt;br&gt;acredita que teve coragem de um dia sair com aquilo!&lt;p&gt;... Eu sempre quis ter o corpo de um atleta. Gra&amp;#231;as ao Ronaldo isso j&amp;#225;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#233; poss&amp;#237;vel.&lt;p&gt;... Espermatoz&amp;#243;ides se cumprimentando: E a&amp;#237;, seu porra?!&lt;p&gt;.... Troque seu cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o por um f&amp;#237;gado, assim voc&amp;#234; se apaixona menos e bebe mais.&lt;p&gt;... Mentiras s&amp;#227;o como crian&amp;#231;as. D&amp;#227;o trabalho, mas valem a pena, porque&lt;br&gt;o futuro depende delas.&lt;p&gt;... Os ursos polares adoram o frio. Os bipolares &amp;#224;s vezes adoram, &amp;#224;s&lt;br&gt;vezes n&amp;#227;o...&lt;p&gt;... Antes eu n&amp;#227;o era perfeito... Faltava-me a mod&amp;#233;stia.&lt;p&gt;... Gostaria de saber o que esse Jeov&amp;#225; fez de errado pra ter tantas&lt;br&gt;testemunhas assim...&lt;p&gt;... O amor n&amp;#227;o &amp;#233; aquilo que te pega de surpresa e te deixa totalmente&lt;br&gt;sem ar. O nome disso &amp;#233; asma.&lt;p&gt;... O amor n&amp;#227;o faz brotar uma nova pessoa dentro de voc&amp;#234;. O nome disso&lt;br&gt;&amp;#233; gravidez.&lt;p&gt;... O amor n&amp;#227;o torna as pessoas mais bonitas. O nome disso &amp;#233; maquiagem!&lt;p&gt;... Se beber fosse pecado, Jesus teria transformado &amp;#225;gua em Fanta Uva!&lt;p&gt;... Se voc&amp;#234; n&amp;#227;o quer ouvir reclama&amp;#231;&amp;#245;es, trabalhe no SAC da empresa que&lt;br&gt;fabrica paraquedas!!!&lt;p&gt;... Todo mundo comete erros. O truque &amp;#233; comet&amp;#234;-los quando ningu&amp;#233;m est&amp;#225; olhando.&lt;p&gt;... Calculei meu IMC e constatei que minha altura est&amp;#225; 20 cm abaixo da ideal.&lt;p&gt;... Leio a Playboy pela mesma raz&amp;#227;o que leio a National Geographic:&lt;br&gt;Gosto de ver fotografias de lugares que sei que nunca irei visitar.&lt;p&gt;... Dizem que a bebida resolve todos os problemas. Pra mim ainda n&amp;#227;o&lt;br&gt;resolveu, mas eu sou brasileiro e n&amp;#227;o desisto nunca!&lt;p&gt;... As melhores crian&amp;#231;as do mundo s&amp;#227;o as japonesas. Est&amp;#227;o a 20 mil&lt;br&gt;quil&amp;#244;metros de dist&amp;#226;ncia e quando est&amp;#227;o acordadas eu estou dormindo.&lt;p&gt;... Se acupuntura adiantasse, porco-Espinho viveria para sempre.&lt;p&gt;... Quando a gente envelhece, o cabelo embranquece, o osso adoece, o&lt;br&gt;joelho endurece, a vista escurece, a mem&amp;#243;ria esquece, a gengiva&lt;br&gt;aparece, a hemorr&amp;#243;ida engrandece, a barriga cresce, a pelanca desce, o&lt;br&gt;bilau amolece, o ovo padece, a mulher se oferece, a gente gradece.&lt;p&gt;... Calorias s&amp;#227;o pequenos vermes inescrupulosos que vivem nos&lt;br&gt;guarda-roupas, e que a noite ficam costurando e apertando as roupas&lt;br&gt;das pessoas.&lt;p&gt;... Se voc&amp;#234; se lembra de quantas bebeu ontem, ent&amp;#227;o voc&amp;#234; n&amp;#227;o bebeu o bastante.&lt;p&gt;... Quando sua mulher fica gr&amp;#225;vida, todos alisam a barriga dela e&lt;br&gt;dizem &amp;quot;Parab&amp;#233;ns&amp;quot;. Mas ningu&amp;#233;m apalpa seu saco e diz &amp;quot;Bom trabalho&amp;quot;!&lt;p&gt;... Cerveja sem &amp;#225;lcool &amp;#233; igual travesti: A apar&amp;#234;ncia &amp;#233; igual, mas o&lt;br&gt;conte&amp;#250;do &amp;#233; bem diferente!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365087312540402204-1770356997841626831?l=arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~4/s4Bmsyk-DGQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/feeds/1770356997841626831/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365087312540402204&amp;postID=1770356997841626831&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/1770356997841626831?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/1770356997841626831?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~3/s4Bmsyk-DGQ/para-rir-um-pouquinhoquantas-verdades.html" title="Para rir um pouquinho...quantas verdades, mesmo que sejam mentiras..." /><author><name>Gaspar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06061383913044353533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/2011/09/para-rir-um-pouquinhoquantas-verdades.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYHQX89eyp7ImA9Wx9WFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365087312540402204.post-7175562201087007210</id><published>2011-01-19T21:35:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T21:35:30.163-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-19T21:35:30.163-02:00</app:edited><title>Mineirinha sabidinha</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Rnb8jShPRoNzHqtTV6e0dHF_-kQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Rnb8jShPRoNzHqtTV6e0dHF_-kQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Manh&amp;#227; tranquila numa cidadezinha do sert&amp;#227;o das Minas .&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;O padre estava em frente &amp;#224; igreja quando viu passar uma garotinha de&lt;br&gt;uns nove ou dez anos, p&amp;#233;s descal&amp;#231;os, franzina, meio subnutrida, ar&lt;br&gt;angelical, conduzindo umas seis ou sete cabras.&lt;p&gt;Era com esfor&amp;#231;o que a garotinha conseguia reunir as cabras e faz&amp;#234;-las &amp;#160;caminhar.&lt;br&gt;O padre observava a cena. Come&amp;#231;ou a imaginar se aquilo n&amp;#227;o era um caso&lt;br&gt;de explora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o de trabalho infantil e foi conversar com a menina.&lt;p&gt;- Ol&amp;#225;, minha jovem. Como &amp;#233; o seu nome?&lt;br&gt;- Rosineide, seu padre.&lt;br&gt;- O que &amp;#233; que voc&amp;#234; est&amp;#225; fazendo com essas &amp;#160;cabras, Rosineide?&lt;br&gt;- &amp;#201; pro bode cobrir elas, seu padre. Tou levando elas l&amp;#225; pr&amp;#39;o s&amp;#237;tio de seu Jo&amp;#227;o.&lt;br&gt;- Me diga uma coisa, Rosineide, seu pai ou seu irm&amp;#227;o n&amp;#227;o podiam fazer isso?&lt;p&gt;- Pode n&amp;#227;o, seu padre! J&amp;#225; fizeram... Mas num d&amp;#225; cria... Tem que ser um&lt;br&gt;bode &amp;#160;mesmo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365087312540402204-7175562201087007210?l=arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~4/tgjwH63xiBE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/feeds/7175562201087007210/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365087312540402204&amp;postID=7175562201087007210&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/7175562201087007210?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/7175562201087007210?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~3/tgjwH63xiBE/mineirinha-sabidinha.html" title="Mineirinha sabidinha" /><author><name>Gaspar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06061383913044353533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/2011/01/mineirinha-sabidinha.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcFQ3g6fSp7ImA9Wx9WFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365087312540402204.post-8584526757359311338</id><published>2011-01-19T21:33:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T21:33:32.615-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-19T21:33:32.615-02:00</app:edited><title>Diferença entre "tu" e "você"</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ogMvsipy_WkuZ-NKrZtrUg7yW0Q/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ogMvsipy_WkuZ-NKrZtrUg7yW0Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Voc&amp;#234;s sabem a diferen&amp;#231;a entre o tratamento por tu e por voc&amp;#234;?&lt;br&gt;Voc&amp;#234;s pensam que sabem, mas vejam abaixo. Um pequeno exemplo, que&lt;br&gt;ilustra bem a diferen&amp;#231;a:&lt;br&gt;O Director Geral de um Banco, estava preocupado com um jovem e&lt;br&gt;brilhante director, que depois de ter trabalhado durante algum tempo&lt;br&gt;com ele, sem parar nem para almo&amp;#231;ar, come&amp;#231;ou a ausentar-se ao&lt;br&gt;meio-dia. Ent&amp;#227;o o Director Geral do Banco chamou um detective e&lt;br&gt;disse-lhe: - Siga o Dr. Mendes durante uma semana, durante a hora do&lt;br&gt;almo&amp;#231;o. O detective, ap&amp;#243;s cumprir o que lhe havia sido pedido, voltou&lt;br&gt;e informou: - O Dr. Mendes sai normalmente ao meio-dia, pega no seu&lt;br&gt;carro, vai a sua casa almo&amp;#231;ar, faz amor com a sua mulher, fuma um dos&lt;br&gt;seus excelentes cubanos e regressa ao trabalho. Responde o Director&lt;br&gt;Geral: - Ah, bom, antes assim. N&amp;#227;o h&amp;#225; nada de mal nisso. O detective&lt;br&gt;pergunta-lhe: - Desculpe. Posso trat&amp;#225;-lo por tu? - Sim, claro -&lt;br&gt;respondeu o Director surpreendido! - Ent&amp;#227;o vou repetir : o Dr. Mendes&lt;br&gt;sai normalmente ao meio-dia, pega no teu carro, vai a tua casa&lt;br&gt;almo&amp;#231;ar, faz amor com a tua mulher, fuma um dos teus excelentes&lt;br&gt;cubanos e regressa ao trabalho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365087312540402204-8584526757359311338?l=arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~4/n1HBdMNXlvY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/feeds/8584526757359311338/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365087312540402204&amp;postID=8584526757359311338&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/8584526757359311338?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/8584526757359311338?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~3/n1HBdMNXlvY/diferenca-entre-tu-e-voce.html" title="Diferença entre &quot;tu&quot; e &quot;você&quot;" /><author><name>Gaspar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06061383913044353533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/2011/01/diferenca-entre-tu-e-voce.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIFRXYzfip7ImA9Wx9WEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365087312540402204.post-1349373818053522430</id><published>2011-01-14T21:41:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T21:41:54.886-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-14T21:41:54.886-02:00</app:edited><title>AMÁ-LA ou AMAR-TE?</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sI_Nauzy-2nJkiuE6N0uXvc9X9o/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sI_Nauzy-2nJkiuE6N0uXvc9X9o/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sI_Nauzy-2nJkiuE6N0uXvc9X9o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sI_Nauzy-2nJkiuE6N0uXvc9X9o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;O marido, ao chegar em casa, no final da noite, diz &amp;#224; mulher que j&amp;#225;&lt;br&gt;estava deitada:&lt;br&gt;- Querida, eu quero am&amp;#225;-la!!&lt;br&gt;A mulher, que estava dormindo, com a voz embolada, responde:&lt;br&gt;- A mala???... Ah, n&amp;#227;o sei onde est&amp;#225; n&amp;#227;o...! Use a mochila que est&amp;#225; no&lt;br&gt;maleiro do quarto de visitas.&lt;br&gt;- N&amp;#227;o &amp;#233; isso querida, hoje vou amar-te!!&lt;br&gt;- Por mim, voc&amp;#234; pode ir at&amp;#233; J&amp;#250;piter, Saturno e at&amp;#233; a merda... Desde&lt;br&gt;que me deixe dormir em paz!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365087312540402204-1349373818053522430?l=arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~4/wVhEsqhVwU8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/feeds/1349373818053522430/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365087312540402204&amp;postID=1349373818053522430&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/1349373818053522430?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/1349373818053522430?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~3/wVhEsqhVwU8/ama-la-ou-amar-te.html" title="AMÁ-LA ou AMAR-TE?" /><author><name>Gaspar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06061383913044353533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/2011/01/ama-la-ou-amar-te.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIBSXk5eSp7ImA9Wx9XGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365087312540402204.post-6975088674762159103</id><published>2011-01-13T19:19:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T19:19:18.721-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-13T19:19:18.721-02:00</app:edited><title>Pesquisa da ONU</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/N1TpL8E2xXkVnFEgAQypdF6nTjI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/N1TpL8E2xXkVnFEgAQypdF6nTjI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/N1TpL8E2xXkVnFEgAQypdF6nTjI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/N1TpL8E2xXkVnFEgAQypdF6nTjI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A ONU resolveu fazer uma pesquisa em todo o mundo.&lt;p&gt;Enviou uma carta para o representante de cada pa&amp;#237;s com a pergunta:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Por favor, diga honestamente qual &amp;#233; a sua opini&amp;#227;o sobre a escassez de&lt;br&gt;alimentos no resto do mundo&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;A pesquisa foi um grande fracasso. Sabe por qu&amp;#234;?&lt;p&gt;- Todos os pa&amp;#237;ses europeus n&amp;#227;o entenderam o que era &amp;quot;escassez&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;- Os africanos n&amp;#227;o sabiam o que era &amp;quot;alimento&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;- Os cubanos estranharam e pediram maiores explica&amp;#231;&amp;#245;es sobre o que era&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;opini&amp;#227;o&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;- Os argentinos mal sabem o significado de &amp;quot;por favor&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;- Os norte-americanos nem imaginam o que significa &amp;quot;resto do mundo&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;- O congresso brasileiro est&amp;#225; at&amp;#233; agora debatendo o que &amp;#233; &amp;quot;honestamente&amp;quot;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365087312540402204-6975088674762159103?l=arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~4/O0KNAwGiEVs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/feeds/6975088674762159103/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365087312540402204&amp;postID=6975088674762159103&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/6975088674762159103?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/6975088674762159103?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~3/O0KNAwGiEVs/pesquisa-da-onu.html" title="Pesquisa da ONU" /><author><name>Gaspar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06061383913044353533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/2011/01/pesquisa-da-onu.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQHSXY_eip7ImA9Wx9XGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365087312540402204.post-5322054228846397566</id><published>2011-01-13T19:15:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T19:15:38.842-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-13T19:15:38.842-02:00</app:edited><title>Dúvidas...</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LgCYt3erqhNFeiTHrAnARs4IP5U/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LgCYt3erqhNFeiTHrAnARs4IP5U/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LgCYt3erqhNFeiTHrAnARs4IP5U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LgCYt3erqhNFeiTHrAnARs4IP5U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Amigos, tenho enormes d&amp;#250;vidas acerca de algumas quest&amp;#245;es.Acho que&lt;br&gt;voc&amp;#234;s poder&amp;#227;o me ajudar...&lt;p&gt;*Como se escreve zero em algarismos romanos???&lt;p&gt;* Por que os Flintstones comemoravam o Natal se eles viviam numa &amp;#233;poca&lt;br&gt;antes de Cristo??&lt;p&gt;* Por que os filmes de batalha espaciais tem explos&amp;#245;es t&amp;#227;o&lt;br&gt;barulhentas,se o som n&amp;#227;o se propaga no v&amp;#225;cuo???&lt;p&gt;* Se depois do banho estamos limpos porque lavamos a toalha???&lt;p&gt;* Como &amp;#233; que a gente sabe que a carne de chester &amp;#233; de chester se nunca&lt;br&gt;ningu&amp;#233;m viu um chester???&lt;p&gt;* Por que quando aparece no computador a frase &amp;#39;Teclado N&amp;#227;o&lt;br&gt;Instalado&amp;#39;,o fabricante pede p/ apertar qualquer tecla???&lt;p&gt;* Se Deus est&amp;#225; em todo lugar, por que as pessoas olham para cima para&lt;br&gt;falar com ele???&lt;p&gt;* Se os homens s&amp;#227;o todos iguais, por que as mulheres escolhem tanto???&lt;p&gt;* Por que a palavra &amp;#39;Grande&amp;#39; &amp;#233; menor do que a palavra &amp;#39;Pequeno&amp;#39;???&lt;p&gt;* Por que &amp;#39;Separado&amp;#39; se escreve tudo junto e &amp;#39;Tudo Junto&amp;#39; se escreve sparado???&lt;p&gt;* Se o vinho &amp;#233; l&amp;#237;quido, como pode existir vinho seco???&lt;p&gt;* Por que as luas dos outros planetas tem nome, mas a nossa &amp;#233; chamada&lt;br&gt;s&amp;#243; de lua???&lt;p&gt;* Por que quando a gente liga p/ um n&amp;#250;mero errado nunca d&amp;#225; ocupado???&lt;p&gt;* Por que as pessoas apertam o controle remoto com mais for&amp;#231;a, quando&lt;br&gt;a pilha est&amp;#225; fraca???&lt;p&gt;* O instituto que emite os certificados de qualidade ISO 9002, tem&lt;br&gt;qualidade certificada por quem???&lt;p&gt;* Quando inventaram o rel&amp;#243;gio, como sabiam que horas eram, para poder&lt;br&gt;acert&amp;#225;-lo???&lt;p&gt;* Se a ci&amp;#234;ncia consegue desvendar at&amp;#233; os mist&amp;#233;rios do DNA, porque&lt;br&gt;ningu&amp;#233;m descobriu ainda a f&amp;#243;rmula da Coca-Cola???&lt;p&gt;*Como foi que a placa &amp;#39;&amp;#201; Proibido Pisar na Grama&amp;#39; foi colocada l&amp;#225;???&lt;p&gt;* Por que quando algu&amp;#233;m nos pede que ajudemos a procurar um objeto&lt;br&gt;perdido,temos a mania de perguntar: &amp;#39;Onde foi que voc&amp;#234; perdeu?&amp;#39;??&lt;p&gt;* Por que tem gente que acorda os outros para perguntar se estavam dormindo???&lt;p&gt;* Se o Pato Donald n&amp;#227;o usa cal&amp;#231;as, por que ele amarra uma toalha na&lt;br&gt;cintura quando sai do banho???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365087312540402204-5322054228846397566?l=arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~4/mOSA5Bgs0jw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/feeds/5322054228846397566/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365087312540402204&amp;postID=5322054228846397566&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/5322054228846397566?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/5322054228846397566?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~3/mOSA5Bgs0jw/duvidas.html" title="Dúvidas..." /><author><name>Gaspar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06061383913044353533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/2011/01/duvidas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIBRncyfip7ImA9Wx9XFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365087312540402204.post-1822920573079186705</id><published>2011-01-08T16:49:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T16:49:17.996-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-08T16:49:17.996-02:00</app:edited><title>O papagaio chique</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uf_5g7EFjam2C3X5GP6otkiT9_g/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uf_5g7EFjam2C3X5GP6otkiT9_g/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uf_5g7EFjam2C3X5GP6otkiT9_g/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uf_5g7EFjam2C3X5GP6otkiT9_g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Tinha um papagaio na porta da &amp;#160;barbearia.&lt;br&gt;Sempre que a Aninha passava por l&amp;#225; ele chamava: &amp;#160;&amp;quot;Oi Puta!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Ela j&amp;#225; farta, um dia queixou-se ao dono da barbearia e ele resolveu&lt;br&gt;dar um castigo no papagaio.&lt;br&gt;Pintou o bichinho todo de preto...&lt;br&gt;Dois dias depois a Aninha passou na porta e o papagaio pintado de&lt;br&gt;preto,&amp;#160;n&amp;#227;o disse nada...&lt;br&gt;Curiosa, ela rindo muito,&amp;#160;perguntou pra ele, &amp;quot;Ent&amp;#227;o... n&amp;#227;o vai dizer&lt;br&gt;nada hoje? &amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;E o papagaio respondeu tranquilamente:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Quando estou de smoking n&amp;#227;o falo com puta!!!&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365087312540402204-1822920573079186705?l=arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~4/9mVXoXCz7xA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/feeds/1822920573079186705/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365087312540402204&amp;postID=1822920573079186705&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/1822920573079186705?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/1822920573079186705?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~3/9mVXoXCz7xA/o-papagaio-chique.html" title="O papagaio chique" /><author><name>Gaspar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06061383913044353533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-papagaio-chique.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04BQ30_eip7ImA9Wx9XFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365087312540402204.post-4417863646078082458</id><published>2011-01-07T12:52:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T12:52:32.342-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-07T12:52:32.342-02:00</app:edited><title>Secretaria eletrônica da vovó ...</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CxAufg8hJrvC4QxEfnJoEXNu7IU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CxAufg8hJrvC4QxEfnJoEXNu7IU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;quot; Bom dia! No momento n&amp;#227;o estamos em casa mas, por favor, deixe-nos a&lt;br&gt;sua mensagem depois de ouvir o sinal :&lt;p&gt;-&amp;#160;Se &amp;#233; um dos nossos netos, disque 1&lt;br&gt;- Se &amp;#233; um dos nossos filhos, disque 2&lt;br&gt;- Se precisa que fiquemos com as crian&amp;#231;as, disque 3&lt;br&gt;- Se quer o carro emprestado, disque 4&lt;br&gt;- Se quer que lavemos e passemos a roupa , disque 5&lt;br&gt;- Se quer que as crian&amp;#231;as durmam aqui em casa, disque 6&lt;br&gt;- Se quer que os busquemos na escola, disque 7&lt;br&gt;- Se quer que lhe preparemos uns bolinhos para domingo, disque 8&lt;br&gt;- Se querem vir comer aqui em casa, disque 9&lt;br&gt;- Se &amp;#233; um dos nossos amigos, pode falar!&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365087312540402204-4417863646078082458?l=arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~4/wWv4Br1hZXI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/feeds/4417863646078082458/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365087312540402204&amp;postID=4417863646078082458&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/4417863646078082458?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/4417863646078082458?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~3/wWv4Br1hZXI/secretaria-eletronica-da-vovo.html" title="Secretaria eletrônica da vovó ..." /><author><name>Gaspar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06061383913044353533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/2011/01/secretaria-eletronica-da-vovo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AHQ3c8cCp7ImA9Wx9XFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365087312540402204.post-1068518912718973443</id><published>2011-01-07T12:48:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T12:48:52.978-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-07T12:48:52.978-02:00</app:edited><title>Mais piadinhas rápidas</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Gy1osSnDRh4-7qXA4sAkIH5j6Lg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Gy1osSnDRh4-7qXA4sAkIH5j6Lg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Pensamento do Dia&lt;br&gt;&amp;#192;s vezes voc&amp;#234; chora e ningu&amp;#233;m v&amp;#234; as suas l&amp;#225;grimas...&lt;br&gt;&amp;#192;s vezes voc&amp;#234; se entristece e ningu&amp;#233;m percebe o seu abatimento.. .&lt;br&gt;&amp;#192;s vezes voc&amp;#234; sorri e ningu&amp;#233;m repara na beleza do seu sorriso...&lt;br&gt;Agora... PEIDA pra ver....&lt;p&gt;___________ _________ _________ _________ _______&lt;p&gt;L&amp;#211;GICA&lt;br&gt;O garoto apanhou da vizinha, e a m&amp;#227;e furiosa foi tomar satisfa&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o:&lt;br&gt;- Por que a senhora bateu no meu filho?&lt;br&gt;- Ele foi mal-educado, e me chamou de gorda.&lt;br&gt;- E a senhora acha que vai emagrecer batendo nele?&lt;p&gt;____________ _________ _________ _____&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;NO BALC&amp;#195;O DA ALF&amp;#194;NDEGA&lt;p&gt;- Seu nome ?&lt;br&gt;- Abu Abdalah Sarafi.&lt;br&gt;- Sexo ?&lt;br&gt;- ... Quatro vezes por semana...&lt;br&gt;- N&amp;#227;o, n&amp;#227;o, n&amp;#227;o! Homem ou mulher ?&lt;br&gt;- Homem, mulher.... algumas vezes camelo...&lt;p&gt;____________ _________ _________ _____&lt;p&gt;DIVIS&amp;#195;O DE BENS&lt;br&gt;Dois amigos se encontram depois de muito anos.&lt;br&gt;- Casei, separei e j&amp;#225; fizemos a partilha dos bens.&lt;br&gt;- E as crian&amp;#231;as?&lt;br&gt;- O juiz decidiu que ficariam com aquele que mais bens recebeu.&lt;br&gt;- Ent&amp;#227;o ficaram com a m&amp;#227;e?&lt;br&gt;- N&amp;#227;o, ficaram com nosso advogado.&lt;p&gt;____________ _________ _________ ____&lt;p&gt;REGIME DE EMAGRECIMENTO&lt;br&gt;- Doutor, como eu fa&amp;#231;o para emagrecer ?&lt;br&gt;- Basta a senhora mover a cabe&amp;#231;a da esquerda para direita e&lt;br&gt;da direita para esquerda.&lt;br&gt;- Quantas vezes, doutor ?&lt;br&gt;- Todas as vezes que lhe oferecerem comida.&lt;p&gt;____________ _________ _________ ____&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;CAIPIRA&lt;p&gt;O representante do censo pergunta ao caipira:&lt;br&gt;- Quantos filhos o senhor tem ?&lt;br&gt;- B&amp;#227;o... as minina s&amp;#227;o seis... os minino s&amp;#227;o quatro...&lt;br&gt;- Ent&amp;#227;o sua prole &amp;#233; grande?&lt;br&gt;- Grande at&amp;#233; que n&amp;#227;o, mas t&amp;#225; sempre dura...&lt;p&gt;____________ _________ _________ _____&lt;p&gt;BODAS&lt;p&gt;Dois amigos conversam sobre as maravilhas do Oriente..&lt;br&gt;Um deles diz:&lt;br&gt;- Quando completei 25 anos de casado, levei minha mulher ao Jap&amp;#227;o.&lt;br&gt;- N&amp;#227;o diga? E o que pensa fazer quando completarem 50 ?&lt;br&gt;- Volto l&amp;#225; para busc&amp;#225;-la...&lt;p&gt;____________ _________ _________ _____&lt;p&gt;EMERG&amp;#202;NCIA&lt;p&gt;Um eletricista vai at&amp;#233; a UTI de um hospital, olha para os pacientes&lt;br&gt;ligados a diversos tipos de aparelhos e diz-lhes:&lt;br&gt;- Respirem fundo: vou mudar o fus&amp;#237;vel.&lt;p&gt;____________ _________ _________ _____&lt;p&gt;CONFISS&amp;#195;O&lt;br&gt;O condenado &amp;#224; morte esperava a hora da execu&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o, quando chegou o padre:&lt;br&gt;- Meu filho, vim trazer a palavra de Deus para voc&amp;#234;.&lt;br&gt;- Perda de tempo, seu padre. Daqui a pouco vou falar com Ele; quer&lt;br&gt;mandar algum recado?&lt;p&gt;____________ _________ _________ _____&lt;p&gt;E por fim:&lt;p&gt;O cara chega pra gordinha e pergunta: &amp;quot;E a&amp;#237;? Rola?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;E a gordinha, toda feliz: &amp;quot;Rola sim, rola sim!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;E o cara: &amp;#160;&amp;quot;Ent&amp;#227;o deita que eu te empurro&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365087312540402204-1068518912718973443?l=arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~4/LsLBBHLcjjc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/feeds/1068518912718973443/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365087312540402204&amp;postID=1068518912718973443&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/1068518912718973443?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/1068518912718973443?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~3/LsLBBHLcjjc/mais-piadinhas-rapidas.html" title="Mais piadinhas rápidas" /><author><name>Gaspar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06061383913044353533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/2011/01/mais-piadinhas-rapidas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EFRHozcCp7ImA9Wx9XFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365087312540402204.post-8209901983306789772</id><published>2011-01-07T12:46:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T12:46:55.488-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-07T12:46:55.488-02:00</app:edited><title>Pérolas do Enem 2010</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0FUypFUPO6dfQ462l1sYQqjpLSI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0FUypFUPO6dfQ462l1sYQqjpLSI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0FUypFUPO6dfQ462l1sYQqjpLSI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0FUypFUPO6dfQ462l1sYQqjpLSI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;MAIS P&amp;#201;ROLAS DO &amp;#218;LTIMO ENEM - EXAME NACIONAL DO ENSINO M&amp;#201;DIO&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;O sero mano tem uma miss&amp;#227;o...&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;(A minha, por exemplo, &amp;#233; ter que ler isso!)&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;O Euninho j&amp;#225; provocou secas e enchentes calamitosas. .&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;(Levei uns minutos para identificar o El Ni&amp;#241;o...)&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;O problema ainda &amp;#233; maior se tratando da camada Diozanio!&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;(Dio santo!)&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;A situa&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o tende a piorar: o madereiros da Amaz&amp;#244;nia destroem a Mata&lt;br&gt;Atl&amp;#226;ntica da regi&amp;#227;o.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;(E al&amp;#233;m de tudo, viajam pra caramba, hein?)&lt;p&gt;N&amp;#227;o preserve apenas o meio ambiente e sim todo ele.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;(Faz sentido)&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;O grande problema do Rio Amazonas &amp;#233; a pesca dos peixes&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;(Achei que fosse a pesca dos p&amp;#225;ssaros.)&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;&amp;#201; um problema de muita gravidez.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;(Com certeza...se seu pai usasse camisinha, n&amp;#227;o ler&amp;#237;amos isso!)&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;A AIDS &amp;#233; transmitida pelo mosquito AIDES EGIPSIO.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;(Sexo com insetos???)&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;J&amp;#225; est&amp;#225; muito de dif&amp;#237;ciu de achar os pandas na Amaz&amp;#244;nia&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;(Que pena. Tamb&amp;#233;m ursos e elefantes sumiram de l&amp;#225;)&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;A natureza brasileira tem 500 anos e j&amp;#225; esta quase se acabando&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;(Foi trazida nas caravelas, certo ?)&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;O cerumano no mesmo tempo que constr&amp;#243;i, tamb&amp;#233;m destroi, pois nos&lt;br&gt;temos que nos unir para realizarmos parcerias juntos.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;(N&amp;#227;o conte comigo)&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;Na verdade, nem todo desmatamento &amp;#233; t&amp;#227;o ruim. Por exemplo, o do Aeds&lt;br&gt;Egipte seria um bom benefic&amp;#225;cio para o Brasil&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;(Vamos trocar as fuma&amp;#231;as pelas moto-serras)&lt;p&gt;.... menos desmatamentos, mais florestas arborizadas. &amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;(Concordo! De florestas n&amp;#227;o arborizadas, basta o Saara!)&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;Isso tudo &amp;#233; devido ao raios ultra-violentos que recebemos todo dia.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;(Meu Deus...... Haja p&amp;#225;ra-raio!)&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;Tudo isso colaborou com a estin&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o do micro-le&amp;#227;o dourado.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;(Quem teria sido o fabricante? Compaq ? Apple? IBM?)&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;Imaginem a bandeira do Brasil. O azul representa o c&amp;#233;u , o verde&lt;br&gt;representa as matas, e o amarelo o ouro. O ouro j&amp;#225; foi roubado e as&lt;br&gt;matas est&amp;#227;o quase se indo. No dia em que roubarem nosso c&amp;#233;u, ficaremos&lt;br&gt;sem bandeira..&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;(Caraca! Ainda bem que temos aquela faixinha onde est&amp;#225; escrito &amp;#39;Ordem&lt;br&gt;e Progresso&amp;#39; para amarrar na testa..)&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;.... s&amp;#227;o formados pelas bacias esferogr&amp;#225;ficas. &amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;(Imaginem as bacias da BIC.)&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;Eu concordo em g&amp;#234;nero e n&amp;#250;mero igual.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;(Eu discordo!)&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;Precisa-se come&amp;#231;ar uma reciclagem mental dos humanos, fazer uma&lt;br&gt;verdadeira lavagem celebral em rela&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o ao desmatamento, polui&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o e&lt;br&gt;depreda&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o de si pr&amp;#243;prio...&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;(Putz, que droga &amp;#233; essa?)&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;O serigueiro tira borracha das &amp;#225;rvores, mas n&amp;#227;o nunca derrubam as seringas.&lt;br&gt;(Esse deve ter tomado uma na veia)&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;Vamos deixar de sermos egoistas e pensarmos um pouco mais em nos mesmos.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;(Que maravilha!)&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;As chuvas foram fortes, mas n&amp;#227;o tivemos danos morais&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;(Se fosse o caso era s&amp;#243; processar S&amp;#227;o Pedro)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365087312540402204-8209901983306789772?l=arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~4/KFneaRKNcH8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/feeds/8209901983306789772/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365087312540402204&amp;postID=8209901983306789772&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/8209901983306789772?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/8209901983306789772?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~3/KFneaRKNcH8/perolas-do-enem-2010.html" title="Pérolas do Enem 2010" /><author><name>Gaspar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06061383913044353533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/2011/01/perolas-do-enem-2010.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IHQn44fCp7ImA9Wx9XFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365087312540402204.post-1125255698790057861</id><published>2011-01-07T12:45:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T12:45:33.034-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-07T12:45:33.034-02:00</app:edited><title>Torta Nega Maluca</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MYHv7bBXb4RH8rfumVWDDSkZRzg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MYHv7bBXb4RH8rfumVWDDSkZRzg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MYHv7bBXb4RH8rfumVWDDSkZRzg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MYHv7bBXb4RH8rfumVWDDSkZRzg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Uma senhora entra numa confeitaria e pede ao balconista uma torta &amp;quot;Nega Maluca&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;O balconista diz &amp;#224; cliente que usar o nome &amp;quot;nega maluca&amp;quot;, hoje em dia,&lt;br&gt;pode dar cadeia, devido &amp;#224;:&lt;br&gt;- Lei Affonso Arinos;&lt;br&gt;- Lei Eus&amp;#233;bio de Queiroz;&lt;br&gt;- Artigo Quinto da Constitui&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o;&lt;br&gt;- C&amp;#243;digo Penal;&lt;br&gt;- C&amp;#243;digo Civil;&lt;br&gt;- C&amp;#243;digo do Consumidor;&lt;br&gt;- C&amp;#243;digo Comercial;&lt;br&gt;- C&amp;#243;digo de &amp;#201;tica;&lt;br&gt;- Moral e Bons Costumes,&lt;br&gt;- Al&amp;#233;m da Lei &amp;#39;Maria da Penha&amp;#39; ...&lt;p&gt;- Ent&amp;#227;o, meu filho, como pe&amp;#231;o essa bendita torta?&lt;br&gt;- Torta Afro-descendente com dist&amp;#250;rbio neuro psiqui&amp;#225;trico...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2365087312540402204-1125255698790057861?l=arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~4/8V4XjlC1VJI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/feeds/1125255698790057861/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2365087312540402204&amp;postID=1125255698790057861&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/1125255698790057861?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2365087312540402204/posts/default/1125255698790057861?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KIAns/~3/8V4XjlC1VJI/torta-nega-maluca.html" title="Torta Nega Maluca" /><author><name>Gaspar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06061383913044353533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://arquivodaspiadas.blogspot.com/2011/01/torta-nega-maluca.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

