<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20068429</id><updated>2026-10-08T08:35:32.218-03:00</updated><category term="morar sozinha"/><category term="tattoo"/><category term="louca"/><category term="reflexões"/><category term="3 anos"/><category term="amigas"/><category term="bizarrices"/><category term="carnaval"/><category term="cotidiano"/><category term="dói pra burro"/><category term="estácio"/><category term="luluzinhacamp"/><category term="mau-humor"/><category term="merda"/><category term="o que  a mamãe dizia"/><category term="rehab"/><category term="sou fofa tá"/><category term="só maluco faz isso"/><category term="viagem"/><title type='text'>de salto alto</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desalto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20068429/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desalto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20068429/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025621604101650093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-exR6PJJJjlj49DaAEi2koJ6kg1Ib3vnVRwW0YUw62_iMY59XPe4gWuxq3nf59EjTHusIYLKnGCFw4I0QSlKoyYd5BDdwZR1FPE-4DBgXTpMbn63aUcHskL_4QfDaA/s220/pinup.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>749</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20068429.post-1125724136420511575</id><published>2018-04-22T15:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2018-04-22T15:24:39.997-03:00</updated><title type='text'>winstafaceapp</title><content type='html'>Redes sociais&lt;br /&gt;
azedando as relações sociais &lt;br /&gt;
desde 2004.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desalto.blogspot.com/feeds/1125724136420511575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20068429/1125724136420511575' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20068429/posts/default/1125724136420511575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20068429/posts/default/1125724136420511575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desalto.blogspot.com/2018/04/winstafaceapp.html' title='winstafaceapp'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025621604101650093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-exR6PJJJjlj49DaAEi2koJ6kg1Ib3vnVRwW0YUw62_iMY59XPe4gWuxq3nf59EjTHusIYLKnGCFw4I0QSlKoyYd5BDdwZR1FPE-4DBgXTpMbn63aUcHskL_4QfDaA/s220/pinup.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20068429.post-2920642803148117263</id><published>2016-10-31T16:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2016-10-31T16:36:40.813-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Educadinha é a mãe</title><content type='html'>Eu estava tentando ensinar minha filha (3a5m) a dizer por favor:&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Filha, qual a palavra mágica?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Abracadabra!&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desalto.blogspot.com/feeds/2920642803148117263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20068429/2920642803148117263' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20068429/posts/default/2920642803148117263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20068429/posts/default/2920642803148117263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desalto.blogspot.com/2016/10/educadinha-e-mae.html' title='Educadinha é a mãe'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025621604101650093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-exR6PJJJjlj49DaAEi2koJ6kg1Ib3vnVRwW0YUw62_iMY59XPe4gWuxq3nf59EjTHusIYLKnGCFw4I0QSlKoyYd5BDdwZR1FPE-4DBgXTpMbn63aUcHskL_4QfDaA/s220/pinup.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20068429.post-8128915611145027845</id><published>2016-10-20T16:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2016-10-20T16:42:07.884-03:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;Menas Main&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;_1dwg _1w_m&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit; padding: 12px 12px 0px;&quot;&gt;
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Minha filha AMA beber chá. Todo dia à tarde dou cházinho de camomila para ela. Sabe aquela esperança de que durma cedo e a noite toda? Então, mantenho... rsrs. (ela até dorme cedo mas acorda ainda algumas vezes porque quer agua, xixi, chupeta, ganhar na mega-sena...ah ops, essa sou eu)&lt;br /&gt;Fato é que ontem eu fazendo tudo ao mesmo tempo e ela pedindo o chá. Fiz e dei. E ela fazendo careta&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Mãe, esse chá tá ruim&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Tá nada, menina, tá ótimo, pode beber&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Mas mãe, não tá amarelinho&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;É porque ficou mais forte. tudo bem. não tem problema&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Mas, mãe tá ruim e escurinho...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Resolvi olhar. ERA CHÁ PRETO, minha gente. A menina passou a noite acordada igual uma coruja e meu marido intrigado com o que poderia ter acontecido. Eu que não contei!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;_47e3&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; title=&quot;Emoticon upset&quot;&gt;&lt;span aria-hidden=&quot;1&quot; class=&quot;_7oe&quot; style=&quot;display: inline-block; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0px; width: 0px;&quot;&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Carolina, 3a me tirando lágrimas de tanto rir.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desalto.blogspot.com/feeds/8939560396491931930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20068429/8939560396491931930' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20068429/posts/default/8939560396491931930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20068429/posts/default/8939560396491931930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desalto.blogspot.com/2016/08/maaae-galinha-pombo-fez-coco-na-calcada.html' title=''/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025621604101650093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-exR6PJJJjlj49DaAEi2koJ6kg1Ib3vnVRwW0YUw62_iMY59XPe4gWuxq3nf59EjTHusIYLKnGCFw4I0QSlKoyYd5BDdwZR1FPE-4DBgXTpMbn63aUcHskL_4QfDaA/s220/pinup.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20068429.post-1573466115089448085</id><published>2016-08-20T15:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2016-08-20T15:40:37.377-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltinha no zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: &#39;San Francisco&#39;, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, &#39;.SFNSText-Regular&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: -0.23999999463558197px; margin-bottom: 6px;&quot;&gt;
&quot;Carolina, qual o bicho que você mais gostou de ver no zoológico hoje?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;A galinha&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Porque né...o bicho mais exótico de todos. hahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;
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Gente, sério. TÔ EMPANTURRADA ATÉ 2026.&lt;br /&gt;
Dá uma olhada só:&lt;br /&gt;
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Eu, a pessoa MAIS ENVERGONHADA DO PLANETA (mentira, é só pra dar emoção :-P) estou agora num vlog.&lt;br /&gt;
Eu vou continuar escrevendo. CLARO. Marido gosta mais de video do que eu, mas confesso que está sendo divertido. Só que escrever é &quot;meu amor&quot;, entendem? Então o blog continua.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas se você gosta de videos ou tem curiosidade de me conhecer, vai lá! É um vlog semanal (sai toda quarta) que mostra um pouco nossos passeios com nossa filha pequena por aqui. Entrem lá, curtam e assinem o canal. A diretoria agradece. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fDQYWQ18JZU&quot;&gt;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fDQYWQ18JZU&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desalto.blogspot.com/feeds/922573379277277796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20068429/922573379277277796' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20068429/posts/default/922573379277277796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20068429/posts/default/922573379277277796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desalto.blogspot.com/2016/07/vlog-na-area.html' title='Vlog na área'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025621604101650093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-exR6PJJJjlj49DaAEi2koJ6kg1Ib3vnVRwW0YUw62_iMY59XPe4gWuxq3nf59EjTHusIYLKnGCFw4I0QSlKoyYd5BDdwZR1FPE-4DBgXTpMbn63aUcHskL_4QfDaA/s220/pinup.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20068429.post-7157638389500192122</id><published>2016-07-12T09:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2016-07-12T09:29:07.625-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nóis num tem comentário, mas nóis se diverte</title><content type='html'>Sou blogueira véia e desiludida, já sei que ninguém mais lê blog. O povo agora só quer saber de snapchat e padre Fabio de Melo. Também me divirto horrores com o padre, ele é engraçado, confesso.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas não entendo todo esse desespero com o tal do snapchat. Acho chato ficar assistindo video. Como já disse: blogueira caduca. Essa sou eu.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas me desanimo de voltar a postar vez por outra porque apesar de saber que a plataforma já está ultrapassada, eu sinto falta de COMENTARIOS. Sinto falta da interação, essa troca bonita igual &amp;nbsp;politico beijando criancinha na subida da favela, sacumé?&lt;br /&gt;
Venho aqui e vejo ZERO comentários e bate a deprê.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas continuarei escrevendo porque posso estar na Alemanha, na China ou na lua... sou brasileira, migues, não desisto NUNCAAAAA. (corta para a risada maligna)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desalto.blogspot.com/feeds/7157638389500192122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20068429/7157638389500192122' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20068429/posts/default/7157638389500192122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20068429/posts/default/7157638389500192122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desalto.blogspot.com/2016/07/nois-num-tem-comentario-mas-nois-se.html' title='Nóis num tem comentário, mas nóis se diverte'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025621604101650093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-exR6PJJJjlj49DaAEi2koJ6kg1Ib3vnVRwW0YUw62_iMY59XPe4gWuxq3nf59EjTHusIYLKnGCFw4I0QSlKoyYd5BDdwZR1FPE-4DBgXTpMbn63aUcHskL_4QfDaA/s220/pinup.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20068429.post-340494280607401047</id><published>2016-06-16T19:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2016-06-16T19:44:24.353-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Das antigas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;&quot;&gt;Ai, gente lembrei de uma....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;&quot;&gt;Estava na faculdade no dia que um pedaço da linha vermelha caiu. E naquela época não tinha esses celulares com internet e tal. Quase vinte anos atras né (entregando idade)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;&quot;&gt;E meu carro estava sem radio, pois ja tinha sido roubado tantas vezes que desisti de pôr.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;&quot;&gt;Fato é que estava um calor DO CAPIROTO no Rio de Janeiro e um engarrafamento pior ainda e eu não tinha IDEIA do que estava acontecendo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;&quot;&gt;Depois de 5, repito, CINCO HORAS de engarrafamento no calor de 40 graus do verão carioca e num carro sem ar condicionado, eu me rendi e tirei a roupa. Continuei dirigindo só de calcinha e sutiã até em casa. O povo no ônibus ao lado indo ao delírio. Graças a Deus não tinha celular com câmera nessa época.ahahahaha Cheguei em casa, desci e fui abrir o portão.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;&quot;&gt;Meu namorado na época olhou chocado, viu minha cara putíssima e falou: &quot;Não vou nem perguntar...&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;&quot;&gt;hahahaha até hoje rio lembrando disso. Não é a toa que quando comprei meu primeiro carro depois disso o único acessório que eu fiz questão absoluta foi o ar condicionado. Não existe dignidade no calor, meninas. Não existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;&quot;&gt;E, claro, sempre me preocupo de estar com um conjunto de sutiã e calcinha decente. Nunca se sabe se você vai sofrer um acidente ou se você vai precisar fazer um strip&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12px;&quot;&gt;tease por causa do calor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desalto.blogspot.com/feeds/340494280607401047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20068429/340494280607401047' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20068429/posts/default/340494280607401047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20068429/posts/default/340494280607401047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desalto.blogspot.com/2016/06/das-antigas.html' title='Das antigas'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025621604101650093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-exR6PJJJjlj49DaAEi2koJ6kg1Ib3vnVRwW0YUw62_iMY59XPe4gWuxq3nf59EjTHusIYLKnGCFw4I0QSlKoyYd5BDdwZR1FPE-4DBgXTpMbn63aUcHskL_4QfDaA/s220/pinup.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20068429.post-4951652334141053991</id><published>2016-06-15T17:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2016-06-15T17:56:17.271-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fui Salva</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Vou dizer pra voc&amp;#234;s. &lt;br&gt;
Eu tive aquele primeiro Android da Motorola.&amp;nbsp; Nem lembro o nome...fato &amp;#233; que dava muito pau, era ruinzinho que s&amp;#243;. &lt;br&gt;
Da&amp;#237; troquei para iPhone e vi a coisa fluir. Nunca mais quis outra vida. &lt;br&gt;
E veio uma sequ&amp;#234;ncia de iPhones. &lt;br&gt;
Pensei que eu seria uma eterna Apple bitch. &lt;br&gt;
J&amp;#225; tinha me conformado.&lt;br&gt;
Da&amp;#237; a Samsung lan&amp;#231;ou o Galaxy S7.&lt;br&gt;
Cara....EU ME LIBERTEI!!!!&lt;br&gt;
N&amp;#227;o quero mais outra vida.&lt;br&gt;
S&amp;#243; vou dizer 2 coisas para voc&amp;#234;s:&lt;br&gt;
1: a prova de &amp;#225;gua &lt;br&gt;
2: cart&amp;#227;o de mem&amp;#243;ria&lt;/p&gt;
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Tudo que é perigoso, eu digo à Carolina que não é coisa de criança e que só adulto pode.&lt;br /&gt;
Ela fica curiosissima e diz que quando for adulta, vai fazer.&lt;/div&gt;
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Objetivos de vida atuais da Carolina:&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Ficar grande para...&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;display: inline; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;encostar no fio do secador de cabelo&lt;br /&gt;tomar adoçante&lt;br /&gt;beber &#39;cola cola&#39; (coca cola)&lt;br /&gt;dirigir&lt;br /&gt;lixar as unhas&lt;br /&gt;tirar o esmalte com acetona&lt;br /&gt;tomar café&lt;br /&gt;ter chaves de casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;display: inline; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;fazer tatuagem&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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hahahaha...gente....&lt;/div&gt;
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1. Não quero dormir, mãe, nem vem!&lt;br /&gt;
2. Quero água/xixi/segurar a mão/que barulho é esse/te amo/posso te fazer carinho, mãe?&lt;br /&gt;
3. Criança correndo/subindo no lustre/ eita porra, a casa caiu/socorro, ajuda!&lt;br /&gt;
4. Súbito desligamento. Até amanhã. Às 05:30, provavelmente.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desalto.blogspot.com/feeds/6210171889905008822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20068429/6210171889905008822' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20068429/posts/default/6210171889905008822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20068429/posts/default/6210171889905008822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desalto.blogspot.com/2016/04/uma-noite-padrao.html' title='Uma noite padrão'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025621604101650093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-exR6PJJJjlj49DaAEi2koJ6kg1Ib3vnVRwW0YUw62_iMY59XPe4gWuxq3nf59EjTHusIYLKnGCFw4I0QSlKoyYd5BDdwZR1FPE-4DBgXTpMbn63aUcHskL_4QfDaA/s220/pinup.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20068429.post-8834991681178505177</id><published>2016-04-10T17:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2016-04-10T17:17:49.985-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Papai Noel fora de época</title><content type='html'>Carolina contou ao pai que o &quot;moço&quot; deu um presente pra ela.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ele ficou intrigado que moço era esse.&lt;/div&gt;
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Era o entregador do correio que chegou com o DVD que eu tinha encomendado pra ela.&lt;/div&gt;
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Agora ela tem certeza que o entregador é o papai Noel.&lt;/div&gt;
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Fomos planejar uma viagem para uma cidade vizinha, Leipzig, e eu fui pesquisar hotel. Vou escolher um que seja perto da estação de trem, pensei. Já que estamos levando nossas bicicletas não precisaremos pedalar muito.&lt;/div&gt;
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Foi o que fiz.&lt;/div&gt;
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Qual não foi minha surpresa ao chegar na cidade e descobrir que a maldita tinha DUAS FUCKING estações. E CLARO que o hotel era perto da estação que nós NÃO chegamos.&lt;/div&gt;
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Vida que segue.&lt;/div&gt;
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Vamos pegar as bicicletas, as mochilas, a criança e pedalar pro hotel. Rezamos para que não fosse tão longe assim. Nossas preces não foram atendidas: eram OITO km.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ah, mas de repente é plano, daí vai de boa! Era subida.&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas a gente vai vendo essa paisagem linda e curtindo o vento.... Opa, porra! QUE CARALHO DE CHUVA É ESSA?.&lt;/div&gt;
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E foi assim que pedalamos 8 km de subida na chuva com mochila, criança e &lt;strike&gt;papagaio&lt;/strike&gt; provando que perrengue vira história.&lt;/div&gt;
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Quem sabe na próxima a gente até arrisca um camping?&lt;/div&gt;
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Mentira! Camping não!!! Mantenho a teoria do sequestro nessa hipótese.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Daí você imagina 978.567 cenários catastróficos que nunca vão acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;
Grazadeus!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desalto.blogspot.com/feeds/6467752189078600068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20068429/6467752189078600068' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20068429/posts/default/6467752189078600068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20068429/posts/default/6467752189078600068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desalto.blogspot.com/2016/04/hoje.html' title='Hoje'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025621604101650093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-exR6PJJJjlj49DaAEi2koJ6kg1Ib3vnVRwW0YUw62_iMY59XPe4gWuxq3nf59EjTHusIYLKnGCFw4I0QSlKoyYd5BDdwZR1FPE-4DBgXTpMbn63aUcHskL_4QfDaA/s220/pinup.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20068429.post-4843959069736671798</id><published>2016-03-25T13:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2016-03-25T13:30:02.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda nessa vibe de confusões  linguísticas:</title><content type='html'>Vaca, em alemão, é &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kuh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. E a pronúncia é igualzinha o cú que a gente fala em português.&lt;br /&gt;
Minha filha está aprendendo alemão, obviamente.&lt;br /&gt;
Gente, eu simplesmente não tenho maturidade para lidar com isso. Fico com vontade de rir TODA vez que vejo alguém falando &lt;i&gt;Kuh&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
E agora também adotei um novo palavrão. Quando quero xingar e minha filha está por perto, eu não digo cú. Eu grito:&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;VACA EM ALEMÃO!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Estava ela e seu filho pequeno no ônibus quando ele perguntou para ela se faltava muito para chegar no destino.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Mãe, é ali depois da CURVA?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Sim. Logo ali depois da CURVA&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
Enquanto isso, uma senhorinha olhava simplesmente horrorizada e em choque.&lt;br /&gt;
Até que o marido da minha amiga, que é polonês, explicou a ela que curva em polonês é Puta.&lt;br /&gt;
Imagine o horror da velha vendo tão singela troca entre mãe e filho?&lt;br /&gt;
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Fiquei frustradíssima quando desenvolvi uma alergia na orelha. Eu agora não posso usar brinco mais, gente!&lt;br /&gt;
Quão frustrante é isso pra alguém que usa brincos desde que saiu da maternidade? Pois éeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;
O engraçado é que é só na parte baixa da orelha, a argolinha superior não dá bode nenhum.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Eu passei minha vida toda usando qualquer coisa na orelha, bijuteria, prata, aço... até aqueles arames de hippie vendidos na praia e nunca tive nada. Daí depois de velha só posso usar ouro. &lt;i&gt;Inshalá&lt;/i&gt;!!!... Acho que fui dominada por um encosto Kadija.&lt;br /&gt;
Não querendo ficar sem orelha ao visitar a família no Brasil, resolvi pensar numa alternativa, eis que surgiu a ideia: um piercing.
Na abstinência brinquística eu fiz esse piercing novo e to apaixonada.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desalto.blogspot.com/feeds/2888684141945773678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20068429/2888684141945773678' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20068429/posts/default/2888684141945773678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20068429/posts/default/2888684141945773678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desalto.blogspot.com/2016/03/madonna-wannabe.html' title='Madonna wannabe'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025621604101650093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-exR6PJJJjlj49DaAEi2koJ6kg1Ib3vnVRwW0YUw62_iMY59XPe4gWuxq3nf59EjTHusIYLKnGCFw4I0QSlKoyYd5BDdwZR1FPE-4DBgXTpMbn63aUcHskL_4QfDaA/s220/pinup.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZC9zrP3IxMrxfBUNnFYX1qf3EfBqI6MEid6edouWZM28nnnRUo0yB5d7U8BS0j3byKav4IViTTT_R6cO7nvttJFy7XqvjJIlEDhB1jY2c0yvOKXWGRgywhyphenhyphenj8sI2OKXeEmCh2/s72-c/1917446_10153593669278772_132319347576813164_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20068429.post-5039323820647939965</id><published>2016-03-20T13:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2016-03-20T13:08:03.710-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lógica infantil</title><content type='html'>&quot;Papai, quero comer besouro&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Filha, só na China que se come besouro&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Pai, quero ir pra China.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desalto.blogspot.com/feeds/5039323820647939965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20068429/5039323820647939965' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20068429/posts/default/5039323820647939965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20068429/posts/default/5039323820647939965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desalto.blogspot.com/2016/03/logica-infantil.html' title='Lógica infantil'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025621604101650093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-exR6PJJJjlj49DaAEi2koJ6kg1Ib3vnVRwW0YUw62_iMY59XPe4gWuxq3nf59EjTHusIYLKnGCFw4I0QSlKoyYd5BDdwZR1FPE-4DBgXTpMbn63aUcHskL_4QfDaA/s220/pinup.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20068429.post-9104057630792309965</id><published>2016-03-19T13:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2016-03-19T13:10:02.877-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Insônia</title><content type='html'>Marido:&quot; Mor, voce perdeu o sono?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Eu: &quot;Não se perde o que nunca se teve.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desalto.blogspot.com/feeds/9104057630792309965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20068429/9104057630792309965' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20068429/posts/default/9104057630792309965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20068429/posts/default/9104057630792309965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desalto.blogspot.com/2016/03/insonia.html' title='Insônia'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025621604101650093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-exR6PJJJjlj49DaAEi2koJ6kg1Ib3vnVRwW0YUw62_iMY59XPe4gWuxq3nf59EjTHusIYLKnGCFw4I0QSlKoyYd5BDdwZR1FPE-4DBgXTpMbn63aUcHskL_4QfDaA/s220/pinup.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20068429.post-2739773397412025207</id><published>2016-03-18T13:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2016-03-18T13:07:00.675-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Queen</title><content type='html'>Parada em frente à escada do prédio:&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Mãe, quero colo&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&quot;Filha, vc consegue subir. Vamos que mamae nao te aguenta.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Nao aguento mae. To tonta. To muuuuuito doente. Preciso colo. Agora&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
Minha pequena drama queen, é minha filha mesmo, precisa DNA não...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desalto.blogspot.com/feeds/2739773397412025207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20068429/2739773397412025207' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20068429/posts/default/2739773397412025207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20068429/posts/default/2739773397412025207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desalto.blogspot.com/2016/03/drama-queen.html' title='Drama Queen'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025621604101650093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-exR6PJJJjlj49DaAEi2koJ6kg1Ib3vnVRwW0YUw62_iMY59XPe4gWuxq3nf59EjTHusIYLKnGCFw4I0QSlKoyYd5BDdwZR1FPE-4DBgXTpMbn63aUcHskL_4QfDaA/s220/pinup.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20068429.post-4554173734466228909</id><published>2016-03-17T13:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2016-03-17T13:07:00.190-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Palavruda</title><content type='html'>&quot;Mãe, o papai desceu o cacete&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;QUE???????!!!!!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
C. (2 anos 9 meses) e seu superpoder de transformar QUALQUER coisa em palavrão.&lt;br /&gt;
Isso foi ela explicando que o papai tinha deixado o CAPACETE.
Ainda bem que ninguem aqui entende português!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desalto.blogspot.com/feeds/4554173734466228909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20068429/4554173734466228909' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20068429/posts/default/4554173734466228909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20068429/posts/default/4554173734466228909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desalto.blogspot.com/2016/03/super-palavruda.html' title='Super Palavruda'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025621604101650093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-exR6PJJJjlj49DaAEi2koJ6kg1Ib3vnVRwW0YUw62_iMY59XPe4gWuxq3nf59EjTHusIYLKnGCFw4I0QSlKoyYd5BDdwZR1FPE-4DBgXTpMbn63aUcHskL_4QfDaA/s220/pinup.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20068429.post-6966324807744118105</id><published>2016-03-16T19:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2016-03-16T19:53:09.902-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Barba cabelo bigode</title><content type='html'>Tenho que ser honesta com vocês: não gosto de homem de barba. &amp;nbsp;Principalmente essa barba comprida e desgrenhada que anda na moda agora. Essa que parece inspirada em escritores russos do século passado ou em mendigos do século atual, sacumé?&lt;br /&gt;
Uma barbinha aparada vá lá... é distinto. Mas esse look Marx de padaria definitivamente não tem nenhum apelo para mim.&lt;br /&gt;
Tenho um nervoso danado porque toda vez que o cara bebe alguma cerveja, fica aquela espuminha residual ali no bigodão. Se come alguma coisa, pá: vai restolho pro bigode/barba.&lt;br /&gt;
Minha cabeça, que já não presta, imagina logo a criatura levantando toda babada depois do sexo oral.&lt;br /&gt;
Ou então imagina a quantidade de restos de coisas que pode ser achada ali. Dependendo dá até pra economizar na compra de mês se juntar tudo que é farelo depositado no matagal.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Mãããe, compra essa blusa, compra esse balanço!!! Quero essa cama! Quero fone de ouvido&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Até que ela chegou em seu limite, ao olhar pra menina modelo do anúncio:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&quot;Mããããe compra essa criança&quot;!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desalto.blogspot.com/feeds/376722961917410733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20068429/376722961917410733' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20068429/posts/default/376722961917410733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20068429/posts/default/376722961917410733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desalto.blogspot.com/2016/03/e-de-pequena.html' title='É de pequena...'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025621604101650093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-exR6PJJJjlj49DaAEi2koJ6kg1Ib3vnVRwW0YUw62_iMY59XPe4gWuxq3nf59EjTHusIYLKnGCFw4I0QSlKoyYd5BDdwZR1FPE-4DBgXTpMbn63aUcHskL_4QfDaA/s220/pinup.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20068429.post-5140279961134333934</id><published>2016-03-15T13:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2016-03-15T13:03:02.129-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quequicêqué?</title><content type='html'>&quot;Mãe, quero iogurte&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Ih, filha...não tem. Quer banana? Água? Tangerina?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&quot;Mãe...tô confusa.&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
C. aprendendo desde cedo que ter muita opção é mais difícil de lidar do que ter nenhuma. Hahahaha</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desalto.blogspot.com/feeds/5140279961134333934/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/20068429/5140279961134333934' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20068429/posts/default/5140279961134333934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20068429/posts/default/5140279961134333934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desalto.blogspot.com/2016/03/quequiceque.html' title='Quequicêqué?'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025621604101650093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-exR6PJJJjlj49DaAEi2koJ6kg1Ib3vnVRwW0YUw62_iMY59XPe4gWuxq3nf59EjTHusIYLKnGCFw4I0QSlKoyYd5BDdwZR1FPE-4DBgXTpMbn63aUcHskL_4QfDaA/s220/pinup.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>