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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas dessa vez o episódio foi com alguém muito mais foda, haha, nada mais nada menos qu&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px;"&gt;e Barack Obama, oeeee, presida do todo poderoso Estados Unidos. E que rolou foi o seguinte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Esse tratamento com o Brasil não é de hoje, e a minha tese é que tudo isso é culpa do Cabral... Se o filha da puta não tivesse vindo aqui comer nossas índias, e trocar espelho e pente de cabelo por ouro e diamantes, nada disso estaria acontecendo... ¬¬' Para nós, resta esperar que um dia, sejamos respeitados, e não conhecidos como o país do futebol e do carnaval. Uma boa noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/152797102468526968-3931745391764601249?l=marcaobassi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;'' As feias que me desculpem, mas beleza é fundamental''&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Vinicius de Moraes''&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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É com essa bela frase que damos início ao post de hoje. Essa semana eu ouvi, não se de quem, um daqueles comentários típicos de gente feia: '' A beleza interior é que importa...'' Beleza interior porra nenhuma, isso nem existe.&lt;br /&gt;
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As pessoas tem mania de querer disfarçar problemas genéticos/físicos com essas frases, ou teorias de que se você é teoricamente ''bonito por dentro'' não tem problema você ser feio para caraleo. Pura mentira! Uma vez que a sociedade cobra que as pessoas sejam bonitas.&lt;br /&gt;
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A verdade é que ninguém gosta de gente feia. Eu sou feio, e posso dizer isso com toda certeza, haha. Eu acredito que isso não deveria ser levado tão em conta, como é, mas, eu não posso mudar o pensamento de milhões de pessoas, então, eu sigo o bonde e o mundo está bom do jeito que está.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eu to enrolando pra falar sobre um assunto em específico, que são casais onde um é muito mais feio do que o outro. Tipo, eu não acho isso certo sabe, me incomoda bastante ver aquela menina maravilhosa, com um puta cara feio, ou um cara bonito com uma menina que dá medo... Acho que na vida tudo tem que ter um equilíbrio, e não tá certo esse contraste, haha. Tem que haver um limite, senão, as pessoas, maldosas que são, começam a pensar coisas do tipo: Ah, ela só ta com ele por que ele é rico.&lt;br /&gt;
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Portanto, se você é feio/feia, por favor, tenha qualidades que apaguem um pouco da sua feiura, pois só assim as pessoas vão se aproximar de você... Se você é bonita/bonito, continue assim, que várias portas se abrirão pra ti, mesmo se você for um retardado(a).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Arrasta-pé, bate-chinela, fobó, forrobodó ou o conhecidíssimo forró, nada mais é do que uma festa popular brasileira, de origem nordestina. Foi criada por algum velho tarado que estava afim de encoxar outra velha, só que não tarada...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;O mais engraçado do forró, é que não existe nenhuma música feita no ritmo do forró. A banda de forró, pega uma música qualquer, põe uma sanfona, umas mulheres dançando atrás, alguém com voz afinada cantando, e pronto. E as músicas sempre tem uma safadeza, ou palavras vulgares. Mesmo por que, o cara que lá atrás inventou essa porra, sabia que mulher pelada cantando baixaria faz sucesso em qualquer lugar né.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Maas, hoje em dia, o forró não faz mais tanto sucesso, por conta do forró universitário. Que é a mesma merda, só que cantado por tarados de voz fina mais novos. Alias, hoje em dia nós temos todos os ritmos universitários. Será que no futuro teremos o Emo Universitário? O Funk Universitário? Heave metal universitário? Vai saber...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Por fim, essa histórinha só prova a minha tese de que qualquer coisa que é criada pelo ser humano, tem um interesse sexual escondido, haha. Boa noite =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/152797102468526968-1813376396880010376?l=marcaobassi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Maas, calma pessoal, to chegando la. &amp;nbsp;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/152797102468526968-6030019461224293669?l=marcaobassi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cara, faz muito tempo que eu não atualizo isso. Até apanhei um pouco pra achar onde eu tenho que ir pra escrever o post, hahaha. Mas enfim, tô trabalhando muito né pessoal, por isso que não venho. Mas agora eu tô fazendo um treinamento no banco, então estou com um pedaço da tarde livre... prometo que vou voltar a escrever com mais frequência... não que meus posts façam muita falta né, mas eu sei que pelo menos um condenado lê isso aqui, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas a idéia desse post partiu enquanto eu estava no banho. Tipo, não sei se isso é só na minha casa, mas agente nunca termina de usar o sabonete por completo =s. Tipo, quando ele está no finalzinho, agente pega um novo, não termina de usá-lo... e ai vai juntando um milhão de sabonetes naquela saboneteira sabe? Até que não caiba mais nenhum. Sei lá, é legal ser o primeiro a usar o sabonete, é bom ter certeza que ele não limpou nada de ninguém ainda, haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E se você foi uma criança saudável, já brincou de fazer um super sabonete com vários restos de sabonetes antigos...tipo, tentando grudar um no outro. Engraçado como esse é o tipo de coisa que toda criança no mundo faz. Mas perde a graça quando você entra na puberdade e descobre outras brincadeiras pra se fazer no banho... ¬¬'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Uma boa noite, =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Semana passada o ator,lutador de boxe e tiozão Sylvester Stallone, fez algumas declarações um tanto quanto filhas da puta sobre a nossa pátria amada. Enquanto não esta gravando Rambo, Stallone diz que filmou no Brasil porque aqui ele pode machucar as pessoas enquanto filma e que pode explodir o país inteiro e nós ainda dizemos 'obrigado e tome aqui um macaco para você levar para casa'.&lt;br /&gt;
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A maioria das pessoas acha ruim quando surge um comentário assim. Já eu, acho muito bem feito. Nós aqui temos uma mania maldita de ''endeuzar'' os gringos. Enquanto lá fora, os brasileiros são vítimas de preconceito. Deixa o fdp americano filmar no Brasil, ele vai movimentar a economia e comer nossas prostitutas... ¬¬'&lt;br /&gt;
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Agora, depois que batem as carteiras dos gringos nas praias de Copacabana, eles acham ruim, haha. Ou seja, desde que o mano Cabral trouxe os portugueses pra levar nosso ouro e mandar ver com as índias, nós sofremos com esse tipo de coisa. E também nem adianta levar isso adiante, por que brasileiro tem memória curta, daqui algumas semanas ninguém se lembra mais, então tá tranquilo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/152797102468526968-7031623166787048223?l=marcaobassi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Comercial de tudo quanto é produto. E foi pensando nisso que eu resolví falar sobre 3 comerciais um tanto quanto diferentes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Vanish: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Cara, o comercial da Vanish é muito engraçado, e ele exagera demais naquela idéia da OMO, que tinha uma porrada de criança com a camiseta branca, brincando na lama sabe? O comercial do Vanish Poder O2 mostra que se você pegar uma camiseta branca, jogar ketchup nela, enterrar no quintal e deixar lá por 1000 anos, o produto tira TODAS as manchas na primeira lavagem! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Harpic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;: Ah, esse é classe A! Sua mãe está em casa fazendo almoço por exemplo, daí a campainha toca, é a Ingrid Guimarães, perguntando o que sua mãe usa pra limpar a privada. Coisa super comum, sempre acontece, é o hobi dela, quando não está fazendo novela, ir de casa em casa, limpando a bosta que a descarga não elimina. Um comercial ótimo pra colocar na hora do almoço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Activia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;: Por fim, mas não menos importante. Pior do que perguntar pra sua mãe com o que ela limpa a privada, é perguntar se ela está cagando direito ¬¬'. Esse é o tipo de coisa que você não comenta com as pessoas. E o pior, é que no comercial, aparece aquelas modelos gatas dizendo que estão com o intestino ''acumulado''. Estão entupidas né, vamos falar a verdade. Ah, um ponto importante, se você não ''desentupir'', a Danone devolve o seu dinheiro. 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No texto, a mulher explica que tem gastos com roupa, maquiagem, depilação, e por isso o homem teria que pagar a conta. Logo, esse post é uma resposta à essa baboseira feminista em questão:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;ORIGINAL: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://cantinhodacharme.blogspot.com/2009/05/entendam-por-que-o-homem-deve-pagar.html"&gt;http://cantinhodacharme.blogspot.com/2009/05/entendam-por-que-o-homem-deve-pagar.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sinto muito em dizer isso mulheres do Brasil, mas a culpa é de vocês! Isso mesmo, se o homem do século XXI é o cachorro que é, se deve ao fato de VOCÊS mulheres terem pisado na bola ao longo dos anos, e eu explico, calma.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seguindo a linha de raciocínio do texto que eu citei, independentemente de como o homem tratar a mulher durante o encontro, ela vai dar pra ele no fim da noite, fato. Então, pra que ficar pensando em como ser educado ou romântico? Não é mais fácil para o homem pensar em como pegar o telefone da garçonete sem a acompanhante dele perceber? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se o cara for romântico e atencioso a noite inteira, ela vai reclamar dele não tê-la jogado na parede de uma vez. Já se ele jogá-la de uma vez, a garota reclama, dizendo que enquanto ele a jogava, não disse ''eu te amo''.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quem nunca ouviu essa frase saindo da boca de uma mulher: Ai, eu quero namorar, mas os homens não querem nada sério. Os homens não querem nada sério, por que as mulheres usam como filosofia de vida que '' enquanto não aparece a pessoa certa, elas se divertem com as erradas''. No mundo existem tantos ou mais homens querendo algo sério quanto as mulheres.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;O homem é objetivo, coloquem isso na cabeça de vocês. Não, nós NÃO&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;notamos quando vocês cortam 1cm do cabelo, desculpa tá? E nós não achamos que há necessidade de chegar em casa do trabalho super cansado, e ter que ligar pra namorada apenas pra dizer que chegamos bem. Porra, espera o outro dia, e se minha foto não estiver estampada no jornal, é por que eu cheguei bem em casa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se você quer que um cara legal tenha interesse em namorar com você, siga algumas normas, do tipo, não transar com a vizinhança toda, não ser super ciumenta e controladora. Não seja fútil, se você gastou 500 reais numa droga de sapato, conte pra uma amiga, não pra nós. Não queira que o seu namorado chore nos filmes, agente nem presta atenção neles. Tente compreender que o homem pensa 24hrs em sexo, é normal. Nós não controlamos alguns de nossos sentidos, só percebemos que olhamos para a bunda de uma gostosa na rua, quando vocês batem na gente. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quer direitos iguais? Pague a sua no cinema! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pra encerrar, certa vez um cara de nome Gardê me disse a seguinte frase: '' Quem gosta de homem é viado. Mulher  gosta é de dinheiro'' . Uma boa noite.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps: Foi o post mais machista da minha vida! Hahaha. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/152797102468526968-8787654485070663005?l=marcaobassi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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E eu não estou querendo filosofar não, querendo dizer ''ser pobre de espírito'' não, to falando é de dinheiro mesmo. O pobre consegue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;enxergar várias possibilidades onde as pessoas normais não vem nada.E aqui vão alguns sintomas de pobreza, se alguma vez, você já fez algo parecido, sinto informar-lhe, mas você é um de nós...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Ser pobre é querer aproveitar o resto de qualquer alimento. Sabe quando o Danete que você pagou uma fortuna acaba, e você vê um monte dele ainda no fundo do pote e tenta pegar com os dedos? Então. O pobre é maroto, ele sabe que tem que comprar pilhas novas, mas prefere ficar batendo no controle, até ele funcionar. Ser pobre é aproveitar o copo de requeijão, usar o saco de pão como papel toalha e colocar na geladeira uma garrafa d'agua de 2 litros. É colocar um prego no chinelo Havaianas, é pôr bom bril na antena, é colocar água naquele restinho de shampoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;O pobre também possui um grande poder de persuasão, principalmente no ônibus! Se ele está sozinho, pede pra passar por baixo, e gastar o dinheiro com comida. Se está em ''bando'', pede pra passar em dois na catraca, e assim gastar o dinheiro com bebidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;O pobre tenta se esconder de todas as formas. Mas tem um lugar onde ele SEMPRE se revela: na praia! Nesse ambiente, o pobre consome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;picolé de Ki-suco no palito reciclado, milho cozido na água da torneira e coco verde aberto, pra comer a gosminha branca. E o que geralmente denuncia o pobre, é aquela bóia preta, que na verdade é uma camera de caminhão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Enfim, pra definir de uma vez por todas o pobre, podemos usar aquela velha piada: O pobre sempre diz que não tem nada, mas depois de uma enchente,fala que perdeu tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/152797102468526968-8904668297855783147?l=marcaobassi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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