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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n0m3oG3YkEQ/TsFMk84B8rI/AAAAAAAAAeI/cGwozeEQs1k/s1600/14112011935.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n0m3oG3YkEQ/TsFMk84B8rI/AAAAAAAAAeI/cGwozeEQs1k/s400/14112011935.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;a lôks!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nc1tleg0o7Q/Trxy_VTIxEI/AAAAAAAAAd4/zJw0EW_PInc/s1600/None.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nc1tleg0o7Q/Trxy_VTIxEI/AAAAAAAAAd4/zJw0EW_PInc/s320/None.jpeg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;me ensine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sentado na sacada do 739 eu vejo o jovem lavando seu carro. Ele levanta os olhos, mas não me vê.&lt;/div&gt;
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Na rua raros jovens caminham esporadicamente; sempre com bonés.&lt;br /&gt;
No certo, não devem transpirar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6733750-8112548770333420545?l=www.eijoao.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.eijoao.com/feeds/8112548770333420545/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6733750&amp;postID=8112548770333420545" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/8112548770333420545?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/8112548770333420545?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/eijoao/~3/6HjLqQe9-xE/observacao.html" title="observação" /><author><name>João Paulo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116011789101520048499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mwltRl-Db9Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/5KWmYzjO4Bk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nc1tleg0o7Q/Trxy_VTIxEI/AAAAAAAAAd4/zJw0EW_PInc/s72-c/None.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>São José do Rio Preto - São Paulo, Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-20.820181 -49.3796813</georss:point><georss:box>-20.938916000000003 -49.5376098 -20.701446 -49.221752800000004</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://www.eijoao.com/2011/11/observacao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEACRX0ycCp7ImA9WhRTFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733750.post-407512054480478335</id><published>2011-11-05T17:44:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T17:52:44.398-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-05T17:52:44.398-02:00</app:edited><title>o que hoje é tão comum...</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;
Nos meus 15 anos não existia orkut para colocar as fotos do meu book fotográfico.&lt;br /&gt;
Hoje, 10 anos depois, vasculhando a gaveta: umas eu guardei; outras se perderam e outras se desbotaram.&lt;br /&gt;
E também teve aquelas que eu queimei para acender a churrasqueira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6733750-407512054480478335?l=www.eijoao.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.eijoao.com/feeds/407512054480478335/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6733750&amp;postID=407512054480478335" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/407512054480478335?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/407512054480478335?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/eijoao/~3/LFDWx1ZnZVo/porque-hoje-esta-tao-comum.html" title="o que hoje é tão comum..." /><author><name>João Paulo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116011789101520048499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mwltRl-Db9Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/5KWmYzjO4Bk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.eijoao.com/2011/11/porque-hoje-esta-tao-comum.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08FQng7fSp7ImA9WhdUGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733750.post-2010842383228085799</id><published>2011-10-06T08:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T08:16:53.605-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-06T08:16:53.605-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quotidiano" /><title>post de quinta</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;
Sexta-feira&lt;/div&gt;
- João, vamos no bar hoje?&lt;br /&gt;
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- Não posso, tenho um casamento nesse final de semana.&lt;/div&gt;
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Segunda-feira&lt;/div&gt;
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- Como foi o final de semana? Estava bom, lá no bar?&lt;/div&gt;
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- João, desejo boa sorte para você. Estou namorando.&lt;/div&gt;
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É aleatório ou tem uma sequência?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6733750-2010842383228085799?l=www.eijoao.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.eijoao.com/feeds/2010842383228085799/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6733750&amp;postID=2010842383228085799" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/2010842383228085799?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/2010842383228085799?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/eijoao/~3/2y3YPq1-5Oo/post-de-quinta.html" title="post de quinta" /><author><name>João Paulo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116011789101520048499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mwltRl-Db9Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/5KWmYzjO4Bk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.eijoao.com/2011/10/post-de-quinta.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcBRXYzfyp7ImA9WhZXEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733750.post-6033443501175255894</id><published>2011-04-29T12:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T12:14:14.887-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-29T12:14:14.887-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quotidiano" /><title>antigas cantigas</title><content type="html">Quando recebi a notícia de Maria, não tive reação. Não chorei, não gritei. Tentei fazer uma oração. Procurei continuar minha rotina, pois parecia que Fábio ainda estava por perto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi com o anúncio da Igreja que eu me dei conta; meus pensamentos foram longe. Quem estudou junto desde a pré-escola tem muitas recordações: jogar video-game, expulsão da escola, o episódio com a Mônia e sua bota; e claro, muitos churrascos. Como não lembrá-los? Ele sempre soube preparar um churrasco, receber os amigos e servir uma cerveja bem gelada. Ele tinha paciência para isso. Era um de seus diferenciais. E junto com ele, nosso grande amigo Jean, sempre por perto para emprestar a voz e o violão. Rolava sempre muito Chico e moda de viola - conhecia mais o primeiro que o segundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Fizemos muitas coisas em minha casa também. Eu sempre dizia a ele que iria fazer um encontro para reunir a turma das antigas. Mas nunca deu certo de fazer essa reunião.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, Fábio... amigos você tem muitos e todos vão sentir sua falta.&lt;br /&gt;E dona Odete...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6733750-6033443501175255894?l=www.eijoao.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.eijoao.com/feeds/6033443501175255894/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6733750&amp;postID=6033443501175255894" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/6033443501175255894?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/6033443501175255894?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/eijoao/~3/esGI_qRCjFA/antigas-cantigas.html" title="antigas cantigas" /><author><name>João Paulo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116011789101520048499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mwltRl-Db9Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/5KWmYzjO4Bk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.eijoao.com/2011/04/antigas-cantigas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAGQHc7cSp7ImA9WhZTE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733750.post-4960732411010237961</id><published>2011-03-16T17:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T17:18:41.909-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-16T17:18:41.909-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cinemão" /><title>memorable</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQ0HxGnKKV0/TMsC-RMEhdI/AAAAAAAAA3w/qppmePqjg6k/s1600/donnie-darko.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQ0HxGnKKV0/TMsC-RMEhdI/AAAAAAAAA3w/qppmePqjg6k/s320/donnie-darko.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; I promise, that one day, everything's going to be better for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;First of all, Papa Smurf didn't create Smurfette. Gargamel did. She was sent in as Gargamel's evil spy with the intention of destroying the Smurf village. But the overwhelming goodness of the Smurf way of life transformed her. And as for the whole gang-bang scenario, it just couldn't happen. Smurfs are asexual. They don't even have... reproductive organs under those little, white pants. It's just so illogical, you know, about being a Smurf. You know, what's the point of living... if you don't have a dick?&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;ps: não resisti. copiei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;. momento indescritível. quem conhece, sabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6733750-4960732411010237961?l=www.eijoao.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.eijoao.com/feeds/4960732411010237961/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6733750&amp;postID=4960732411010237961" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/4960732411010237961?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/4960732411010237961?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/eijoao/~3/qzYwgv09zrc/memorable.html" title="memorable" /><author><name>João Paulo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116011789101520048499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mwltRl-Db9Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/5KWmYzjO4Bk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQ0HxGnKKV0/TMsC-RMEhdI/AAAAAAAAA3w/qppmePqjg6k/s72-c/donnie-darko.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.eijoao.com/2011/03/memorable.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYER3w8eCp7ImA9Wx9aF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733750.post-3857300031547961057</id><published>2011-03-09T17:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T17:38:26.270-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-09T17:38:26.270-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quotidiano" /><title>o primeiro de dez</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Gaia estava quieta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Estranhei o vômito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Pouco tempo depois - com seu instinto - foi tentar cavar o piso. Também não deu certo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Imagino que começara a sentir dores, pois tinha ido para o cantinho da varanda e tomado o lugar de Mila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Logo apareceu o primeiro. O primeiro de dez filhotes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eKSK8QQxDZ0/TXfkcDidRkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/lvmHoJ1bxmE/s1600/09032011660.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eKSK8QQxDZ0/TXfkcDidRkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/lvmHoJ1bxmE/s640/09032011660.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E não é que aquela barriguinha tinha dez filhotes?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6733750-3857300031547961057?l=www.eijoao.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.eijoao.com/feeds/3857300031547961057/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6733750&amp;postID=3857300031547961057" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/3857300031547961057?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/3857300031547961057?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/eijoao/~3/ssbmkg1X1NE/o-primeiro-de-dez.html" title="o primeiro de dez" /><author><name>João Paulo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116011789101520048499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mwltRl-Db9Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/5KWmYzjO4Bk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eKSK8QQxDZ0/TXfkcDidRkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/lvmHoJ1bxmE/s72-c/09032011660.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.eijoao.com/2011/03/o-primeiro-de-dez.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIASXg-fSp7ImA9Wx9aEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733750.post-3278174757735234014</id><published>2011-03-04T09:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T09:42:28.655-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-04T09:42:28.655-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="supérfluos perecíveis" /><title>transpiração</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/mzMcNAe4nE8/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mzMcNAe4nE8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mzMcNAe4nE8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sexy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Olhe pela janela, veja a chuva e a janela escorrendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Ou repare na goteira, no chão molhado e no povo ensopado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;E então tome um café.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6733750-3278174757735234014?l=www.eijoao.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.eijoao.com/feeds/3278174757735234014/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6733750&amp;postID=3278174757735234014" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/3278174757735234014?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/3278174757735234014?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/eijoao/~3/hL6rFcYe95M/transpiracao.html" title="transpiração" /><author><name>João Paulo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116011789101520048499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mwltRl-Db9Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/5KWmYzjO4Bk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.eijoao.com/2011/03/transpiracao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EBRXY_cSp7ImA9Wx9aEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733750.post-1893766005095578147</id><published>2011-03-03T23:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T23:27:34.849-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-03T23:27:34.849-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aipódi" /><title>só apelando</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5Q1NOlQWO3o/TXBN8XsKZYI/AAAAAAAAAbk/zUKLU2nLF3k/s1600/os-mutantes1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5Q1NOlQWO3o/TXBN8XsKZYI/AAAAAAAAAbk/zUKLU2nLF3k/s320/os-mutantes1.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pra fazer chover&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Bat Macumba ê ê, Bat Macumba obá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6733750-1893766005095578147?l=www.eijoao.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.eijoao.com/feeds/1893766005095578147/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6733750&amp;postID=1893766005095578147" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/1893766005095578147?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/1893766005095578147?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/eijoao/~3/sgToJNZOOCw/so-apelando.html" title="só apelando" /><author><name>João Paulo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116011789101520048499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mwltRl-Db9Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/5KWmYzjO4Bk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5Q1NOlQWO3o/TXBN8XsKZYI/AAAAAAAAAbk/zUKLU2nLF3k/s72-c/os-mutantes1.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.eijoao.com/2011/03/so-apelando.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AMRXg9fCp7ImA9Wx9XEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733750.post-5821988726760771394</id><published>2011-01-05T13:03:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T13:03:04.664-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-05T13:03:04.664-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quotidiano" /><title>como é bom ouvir sua voz</title><content type="html">Tenho mais de mil amigos, quase 2 mil; mas não me encontro com nenhum.&lt;br /&gt;
Tenho paqueras e pretendentes no mundo todo, mas também não os vejo. Embora esteja em um relacionamento.&lt;br /&gt;
Arrisco um SMS. Email? Já esqueceram como se usa...&lt;br /&gt;
Report SPAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;
No bate papo: "off-line"&lt;br /&gt;
Decido arriscar algo que está em desuso: o telefone fixo.&lt;br /&gt;
Onde está minha agenda?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6733750-5821988726760771394?l=www.eijoao.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.eijoao.com/feeds/5821988726760771394/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6733750&amp;postID=5821988726760771394" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/5821988726760771394?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/5821988726760771394?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/eijoao/~3/7C4NHc4QlVk/como-e-bom-ouvir-sua-voz.html" title="como é bom ouvir sua voz" /><author><name>João Paulo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116011789101520048499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mwltRl-Db9Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/5KWmYzjO4Bk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.eijoao.com/2011/01/como-e-bom-ouvir-sua-voz.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4AQH86cSp7ImA9Wx9TFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733750.post-2300150434387962329</id><published>2010-11-23T09:47:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T09:49:01.119-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-23T09:49:01.119-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quotidiano" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="supérfluos perecíveis" /><title>um apanhado de status</title><content type="html">Acordei agora; insônia e dor de cabeça. Me deu  uma vontade de sair correndo na praia, mas nessa TPM não dá vontade. Vou  tomar um milk shake então....&lt;br /&gt;Chegando no trabalho, animado essa semana.&lt;br /&gt;Boa semana a todos.&lt;br /&gt;Emagreci 2kg. Vou malhar o dobro para compensar. Mas se eu malhar o  dobro, volta a insônia. Volta o milk shake. Mas correrei o dobro para  (re)compensar.&lt;br /&gt;Cineminha com os amigos. Um chope. Ressaca.&lt;br /&gt;Dor de cabeça. Insônia.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém do meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a solidão: presença constante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6733750-2300150434387962329?l=www.eijoao.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.eijoao.com/feeds/2300150434387962329/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6733750&amp;postID=2300150434387962329" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/2300150434387962329?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/2300150434387962329?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/eijoao/~3/RHClkNmV-9Q/um-apanhado-de-status.html" title="um apanhado de status" /><author><name>João Paulo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116011789101520048499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mwltRl-Db9Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/5KWmYzjO4Bk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.eijoao.com/2010/11/um-apanhado-de-status.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYGQXc8eyp7ImA9Wx9TFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733750.post-2897037418667394562</id><published>2010-11-22T09:40:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T09:42:00.973-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-22T09:42:00.973-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quotidiano" /><title>conversinha</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2kGx9Axiq0/TOpVsnsUB7I/AAAAAAAAAYo/32i-YludX7Y/s1600/20112010455.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 443px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2kGx9Axiq0/TOpVsnsUB7I/AAAAAAAAAYo/32i-YludX7Y/s640/20112010455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fluminense x São Paulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre digo que o Rio é uma cidade onde se aproveita o dia.&lt;br /&gt;O dia e o começo da noite. Outra coisa além disso é desnecessária ou quando queremos extravasar.&lt;br /&gt;Consequencia disso: corpo cansado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem que tenho bons amigos por lá. Dá para conversar, ter um bom babo e dar muita risada.&lt;br /&gt;Ou se preferir e estiver com o corpo em dia, vá para a praia enfrentar a competição de quem está mais em forma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6733750-2897037418667394562?l=www.eijoao.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.eijoao.com/feeds/2897037418667394562/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6733750&amp;postID=2897037418667394562" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/2897037418667394562?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/2897037418667394562?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/eijoao/~3/Iib6VSc0Vow/conversinha.html" title="conversinha" /><author><name>João Paulo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116011789101520048499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mwltRl-Db9Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/5KWmYzjO4Bk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2kGx9Axiq0/TOpVsnsUB7I/AAAAAAAAAYo/32i-YludX7Y/s72-c/20112010455.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.eijoao.com/2010/11/conversinha.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQBQ389eip7ImA9Wx5bE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733750.post-4099167609972013314</id><published>2010-10-29T18:15:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T18:15:52.162-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-29T18:15:52.162-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quotidiano" /><title>eu também acho</title><content type="html">Admiro a criatividade de quem fala sobre Dilma e Serra. Falam como se  quisessem nos converter a algo que nem sequer acreditamos. O que é isso?  Um prazer de agregar mais um ao seu rebanho ou por ter alguém que  concorde com você?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
É fácil terminar esse converseiro.&lt;br /&gt;
Responda:&lt;br /&gt;
- Eu também acho.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Assim você não vai ter ninguém no seu pé tentando com que você pense como ele.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6733750-4099167609972013314?l=www.eijoao.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.eijoao.com/feeds/4099167609972013314/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6733750&amp;postID=4099167609972013314" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/4099167609972013314?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/4099167609972013314?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/eijoao/~3/JwAbfd1_gSU/eu-tambem-acho.html" title="eu também acho" /><author><name>João Paulo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116011789101520048499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mwltRl-Db9Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/5KWmYzjO4Bk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.eijoao.com/2010/10/eu-tambem-acho.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4HRXs5fSp7ImA9Wx5UFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733750.post-2613861414899696523</id><published>2010-10-20T15:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T15:15:34.525-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-20T15:15:34.525-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quotidiano" /><title>eu gosto é mesmo de salada!</title><content type="html">Festa de aniversário da Zilda.&lt;br /&gt;
Comida boa, cerveja gelada e um vinhozinho.&lt;br /&gt;
Ainda, durante a entrada, vovó faz seu terceiro prato e mamãe tenta acamá-la:&lt;br /&gt;
- Espera que vai ter o jantar!&lt;br /&gt;
- O que acha que eu estou fazendo? - Responde vovó.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6733750-2613861414899696523?l=www.eijoao.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.eijoao.com/feeds/2613861414899696523/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6733750&amp;postID=2613861414899696523" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/2613861414899696523?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/2613861414899696523?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/eijoao/~3/8QiWpXk8Cnk/eu-gosto-e-mesmo-de-salada.html" title="eu gosto é mesmo de salada!" /><author><name>João Paulo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116011789101520048499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mwltRl-Db9Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/5KWmYzjO4Bk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.eijoao.com/2010/10/eu-gosto-e-mesmo-de-salada.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cDQ34zcCp7ImA9Wx5WGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733750.post-5318000736861658782</id><published>2010-09-29T22:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T22:44:32.088-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-29T22:44:32.088-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quotidiano" /><title>eu já tive a minha</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2kGx9Axiq0/TKPrCizyi-I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/CC-cbi0yfLM/s1600/9050B31251CBC66FE12833BED5D97D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2kGx9Axiq0/TKPrCizyi-I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/CC-cbi0yfLM/s320/9050B31251CBC66FE12833BED5D97D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Só não lavo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não dá para não lembrar desse episódio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Época boa, morando em SP. Mesma época também do programa Sai de Baixo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tive uma mulher que me ajudava. Ela também trabalhava como doméstica no vizinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frente a frente, nos fundos da lavanderia; lugar que rendeu várias conversas engraçadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lembro dela me convidando parao sambão na estação. Todas as sextas. Obviamente, já tomei algumas cervejas lá pertdo, nos botecos; apreciando o povo se jogando no caraoquê. Descartava as comidas; pesadas demais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edileuza! Você virá quando aqui em casa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Amanhã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lembro que paguei os R$50 para a dandada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca mais a vi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E Ana Lúcia, achando que o nome era de brincadeira, pelo personagem do programa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6733750-5318000736861658782?l=www.eijoao.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.eijoao.com/feeds/5318000736861658782/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6733750&amp;postID=5318000736861658782" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/5318000736861658782?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/5318000736861658782?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/eijoao/~3/YGK4AgfZvY8/eu-ja-tive-minha.html" title="eu já tive a minha" /><author><name>João Paulo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116011789101520048499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mwltRl-Db9Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/5KWmYzjO4Bk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E2kGx9Axiq0/TKPrCizyi-I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/CC-cbi0yfLM/s72-c/9050B31251CBC66FE12833BED5D97D.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.eijoao.com/2010/09/eu-ja-tive-minha.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AAQH06cSp7ImA9Wx5RFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733750.post-1501321772651634102</id><published>2010-08-21T13:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T13:55:41.319-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-21T13:55:41.319-03:00</app:edited><title>noiva mara</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/eijoao/4898162159/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4120/4898162159_36385a93a3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/eijoao/4898162159/"&gt;noiva mara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upload feito originalmente por &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/eijoao/"&gt;teligoamanhã&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sensacional!!!!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6733750-1501321772651634102?l=www.eijoao.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.eijoao.com/feeds/1501321772651634102/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6733750&amp;postID=1501321772651634102" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/1501321772651634102?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/1501321772651634102?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/eijoao/~3/efnTefMAdM4/noiva-mara.html" title="noiva mara" /><author><name>João Paulo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116011789101520048499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mwltRl-Db9Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/5KWmYzjO4Bk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4120/4898162159_36385a93a3_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.eijoao.com/2010/08/noiva-mara.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQHQns7fSp7ImA9Wx5SE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733750.post-915001506229488785</id><published>2010-08-08T19:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T19:25:33.505-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-08T19:25:33.505-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quotidiano" /><title>jesus é o bicho</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static-p3.fotolia.com/jpg/00/05/40/22/400_F_5402253_eiMCF0v8gTIVvTvG26QmBV2tDJQcQqou.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://static-p3.fotolia.com/jpg/00/05/40/22/400_F_5402253_eiMCF0v8gTIVvTvG26QmBV2tDJQcQqou.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Fomos comer no Espanhol. Fugimos da opção da Paelha e pedimos peixe e camarão.&lt;br /&gt;
Conversa vai, conversa vem, minha avó atacou os camarões e ignorou o arroz.&lt;br /&gt;
Na mesa do lado um casal: uma prima de meu pai e seu marido Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;
Jesus no fim das contas era um vendedor de jogo do bicho. Desde seus tempos de jovem trabalha com esse negócio. Faz ponto no restaurante todas as manhãs onde, freqüentemente, é confundido com o proprietário.&lt;br /&gt;
E como foi divertido ouvir suas conversas e como percebemos que tem gente viciada nesses jogos. Teve um que ganhou R$ 15 mil sozinho. Não sabia como era organizado isso. O dinheiro é repassado em várias cidades, com vários vendedores; uma rede interligada.&lt;br /&gt;
Claro que ele sabia todos os nomes dos bichos. Mostrou seu bloquinho de papel com as anotações de apostadores.&lt;br /&gt;
Me deu uma vontade de jogar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6733750-915001506229488785?l=www.eijoao.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.eijoao.com/feeds/915001506229488785/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6733750&amp;postID=915001506229488785" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/915001506229488785?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/915001506229488785?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/eijoao/~3/Gr-Pmx5PUUo/jesus-e-o-bicho.html" title="jesus é o bicho" /><author><name>João Paulo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116011789101520048499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mwltRl-Db9Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/5KWmYzjO4Bk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.eijoao.com/2010/08/jesus-e-o-bicho.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4NQHc9fCp7ImA9Wx5TEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733750.post-8118861280080527814</id><published>2010-07-26T22:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T22:09:51.964-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-26T22:09:51.964-03:00</app:edited><title>festa omo</title><content type="html">As pinicativas estão com tudo.&lt;br /&gt;
Eu recomendo a todos a virem para cá.&lt;br /&gt;
Botem o modelão na cândida e se joga pra black river.&lt;br /&gt;
Com um precinho desses, quero ver arrumar desculpinha.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2kGx9Axiq0/TE4xsdQiKzI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6xpt25T8kYQ/s1600/white.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2kGx9Axiq0/TE4xsdQiKzI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6xpt25T8kYQ/s400/white.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vou alugar meu quarto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6733750-8118861280080527814?l=www.eijoao.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.eijoao.com/feeds/8118861280080527814/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6733750&amp;postID=8118861280080527814" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/8118861280080527814?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/8118861280080527814?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/eijoao/~3/rwI_6RurxVw/festa-omo.html" title="festa omo" /><author><name>João Paulo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116011789101520048499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mwltRl-Db9Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/5KWmYzjO4Bk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2kGx9Axiq0/TE4xsdQiKzI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6xpt25T8kYQ/s72-c/white.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.eijoao.com/2010/07/festa-omo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEBSXs_eip7ImA9WxFaFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733750.post-307775116369011335</id><published>2010-07-20T18:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T18:17:38.542-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-20T18:17:38.542-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quotidiano" /><title>foi por acaso ou chegou minha vez?</title><content type="html">Já nos 30 graças ao bom Deus... tranquilo e solteiro, porém....&lt;br /&gt;já tive a tal conversa com minha mãe para evitar certas coisas bem chatas como perguntar sobre casamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, os amigos:&lt;i&gt; - Nossa, já com 30 e solteiro?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você que namora tem ótimas qualidades não? Praticamente um exemplo a ser seguido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que não dá, é ficar ouvindo certas conversinhas - de mulheres, sempre elas - do &lt;a href="http://apsicologaresponde.blogspot.com/2009/03/nunca-namorei.html"&gt;tipo&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tenho 20 anos e  nunca na vida namorei ou tão pouco beijei alguém do sexo oposto. Desde  muito nova que tinha imensos complexos comigo própria..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não são só com &lt;a href="http://pergunteaourso.wordpress.com/2008/06/20/com-36-anos-nunca-namorei-urso-da-dicas-para-conseguir-estabelecer-uma-conversa-e-chegar-la/"&gt;elas&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4 style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Preciso muito de sua ajuda. Meu  caso é muito peculiar. Tenho 36 anos, solteiro, sem filhos, possuo um  bom emprego, um apartamento e uma aparência razoável. Atualmente moro  sozinho. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Agora, não se preocupe. Se você não arrumou ninguém até agora e não for gay, entra para a Igreja que é mais fácil e pára de reclamar. Cada coisa...&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Companheiro é companheiro, mesmo namorando ou "Mulher que começa a namorar esquece dos amigos"? Recentemente, duas amigas entraram para essa lista. Só duas, as outras ainda bebem comigo; adoram uma cachaça.&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Namorar também pode significar ficar sem conexão com a internet, pois um outro amigo respondeu um email dois meses depois de ter sido enviado: &lt;i&gt;- Desculpe, comecei e terminei um namoro nesse tempo.&lt;/i&gt; Que bom, respondi. Suspeito....pois qual o interesse repentino? Como alguém pode guardar uma mensagem por dois meses e responder assim de repente? Foi por acaso ou chegou minha vez?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Agora, o melhor foi essa enquete da internet: &lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que responderia se o(a) seu(sua) namorado(a) o(a) questionasse  sobre o número de parceiros sexuais?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="opcao" value="4929835" type="radio"&gt;Preferiria não  responder. Poderia comprometer o relacionamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="opcao" value="4929836" type="radio"&gt;Dir-lhe-ia. Não gosto  de guardar segredos da pessoa amada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="opcao" value="4929837" type="radio"&gt;Responderia de forma  vaga e mudaria rapidamente de assunto. &lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6733750-307775116369011335?l=www.eijoao.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.eijoao.com/feeds/307775116369011335/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6733750&amp;postID=307775116369011335" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/307775116369011335?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/307775116369011335?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/eijoao/~3/YehkyF4jzfc/pergunte-psicologa.html" title="foi por acaso ou chegou minha vez?" /><author><name>João Paulo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116011789101520048499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mwltRl-Db9Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/5KWmYzjO4Bk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.eijoao.com/2010/07/pergunte-psicologa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQGQ3Y_fyp7ImA9WxFaE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733750.post-6010972120400543964</id><published>2010-07-16T20:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T20:18:42.847-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-16T20:18:42.847-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quotidiano" /><title>bem fit</title><content type="html">O festival de rio preto esse ano está muito fraco.&lt;br /&gt;Ano passado na avenida estava cheio de faixas, divulgação boa. Esse ano está uma merda.&lt;div&gt;Vou ouvir Redemption Song que ganho mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6733750-6010972120400543964?l=www.eijoao.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.eijoao.com/feeds/6010972120400543964/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6733750&amp;postID=6010972120400543964" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/6010972120400543964?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/6010972120400543964?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/eijoao/~3/Q7p9C8tzTQc/bem-fit.html" title="bem fit" /><author><name>João Paulo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116011789101520048499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mwltRl-Db9Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/5KWmYzjO4Bk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.eijoao.com/2010/07/bem-fit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUFRn04eip7ImA9WxFbGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733750.post-7955872942698484014</id><published>2010-07-12T15:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T15:10:17.332-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-12T15:10:17.332-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="supérfluos perecíveis" /><title>estava sentindo falta</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Estava sentindo falta desses barracos. Você não?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sociais.com/site/uploads/CoberturaSim/582/americanbar-055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://www.sociais.com/site/uploads/CoberturaSim/582/americanbar-055.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R1KnJ9tdjZU"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adoro!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6733750-7955872942698484014?l=www.eijoao.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.eijoao.com/feeds/7955872942698484014/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6733750&amp;postID=7955872942698484014" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/7955872942698484014?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/7955872942698484014?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/eijoao/~3/bb32sKZZd_c/estava-sentindo-falta.html" title="estava sentindo falta" /><author><name>João Paulo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116011789101520048499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mwltRl-Db9Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/5KWmYzjO4Bk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.eijoao.com/2010/07/estava-sentindo-falta.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8AQXk6eCp7ImA9WxFbE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733750.post-1639388455323306248</id><published>2010-07-05T14:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T15:00:40.710-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-05T15:00:40.710-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quotidiano" /><title>mas é a cara do pai</title><content type="html">Ele vai fazer essa cara quando abrir o exame de DNA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WE6sN9kJ7fk&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WE6sN9kJ7fk&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6733750-1639388455323306248?l=www.eijoao.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.eijoao.com/feeds/1639388455323306248/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6733750&amp;postID=1639388455323306248" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/1639388455323306248?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/1639388455323306248?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/eijoao/~3/nh-sIQsnA8I/mas-e-cara-do-pai.html" title="mas é a cara do pai" /><author><name>João Paulo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116011789101520048499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mwltRl-Db9Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/5KWmYzjO4Bk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.eijoao.com/2010/07/mas-e-cara-do-pai.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8ERXc9eyp7ImA9WxFbE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733750.post-2183849962000201601</id><published>2010-07-05T10:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T10:50:04.963-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-05T10:50:04.963-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="supérfluos perecíveis" /><title>duplo sentido</title><content type="html">Conversas de msn...&lt;br /&gt;
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Pense rápido:&lt;br /&gt;
"Ontem fui comer com uns brothers e tal."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6733750-2183849962000201601?l=www.eijoao.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.eijoao.com/feeds/2183849962000201601/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6733750&amp;postID=2183849962000201601" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/2183849962000201601?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6733750/posts/default/2183849962000201601?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/eijoao/~3/wo6EABIM0yg/duplo-sentido.html" title="duplo sentido" /><author><name>João Paulo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116011789101520048499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mwltRl-Db9Y/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/5KWmYzjO4Bk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.eijoao.com/2010/07/duplo-sentido.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IDRXo8eCp7ImA9WxFUGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6733750.post-8555928982529105150</id><published>2010-06-29T07:49:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T08:39:34.470-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-29T08:39:34.470-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="supérfluos perecíveis" /><title>hedonismo</title><content type="html">Um amigo me disse para dar uma chance aos hedonistas que tentam ser meus amigos. Mas como? Pessoas semi-conhecidas? Anônimas? Hahaha. Por favor.&lt;br /&gt;
E mesmo que dê essa chance: uma pessoa que escreve tão mal! Ah sim, esses dicionários integrados.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas definitivamente porque deve ter um problema com a felicidade alheia; muito revoltada para meu gosto. Essa fase não passa não? &lt;br /&gt;
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Mas virar as costas para meus amigos? Eles sabem onde eu estou.&lt;br /&gt;
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