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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMGQXc9cSp7ImA9WxNWF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478954952915728224</id><updated>2009-10-16T11:30:20.969-03:00</updated><title>Sem Tempero</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Alexandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00933289926517731357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>400</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/sem-tempero" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AFQHk_fyp7ImA9WxJTFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478954952915728224.post-7548402543303482310</id><published>2009-04-22T15:31:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:41:51.747-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-22T15:41:51.747-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="About" /><title>Este Blog É Uma Merda</title><content type="html">Você que ainda entra neste blog (se alguém ainda entra) deve ta pensando o mesmo do titulo deste post, a gente aqui simplesmente parou de postar, primeiro o ritmo baixou e depois paramos.&lt;br /&gt;Más é que decidimos recomeçar, fazer um layout bom, limpo e funcional, começar a por um bom conteúdo no blog e fazer um bom marketing, mas antes de tudo vamos arrumar tudo e depois começar a divulgar como um blog novo então vamos ficar sem post por um tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até mais e espero que o blog ainda continue com os leitores que já tem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto não tem posts por aqui, visitem a zona, o pessoal de la é gente boa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogzona.org"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogzona.org/banner/grande.jpg" width="260" height="60" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6478954952915728224-7548402543303482310?l=semtempero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/feeds/7548402543303482310/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6478954952915728224&amp;postID=7548402543303482310&amp;isPopup=true" title="11 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/7548402543303482310?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/7548402543303482310?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/2009/04/este-blog-e-uma-merda.html" title="Este Blog É Uma Merda" /><author><name>Felipe_Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07902237676974557114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08586763423004020545" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EERX04eyp7ImA9WxVaEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478954952915728224.post-950319647722022095</id><published>2009-04-07T18:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:53:24.333-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-08T13:53:24.333-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ócio Criativo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Imagens" /><title>Eu Já Sabia</title><content type="html">Dando uma olhada no &lt;a href="http://fofoca.org/"&gt;Fofoca.org&lt;/a&gt; dou de cara com uma notícia totalmente duplo sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fofoca.org/zac-efron/zac-efron-d-de-cara-com-veado-em-sua-cama.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp228/sem_tempero/zacefron.jpg" alt="viado" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa carinha não me engana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2qiv12x.jpg" alt="viado" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ta aí o verdadeiro veado (sim, é o alexandre)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6478954952915728224-950319647722022095?l=semtempero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/feeds/950319647722022095/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6478954952915728224&amp;postID=950319647722022095&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/950319647722022095?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/950319647722022095?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/2009/04/eu-ja-sabia.html" title="Eu Já Sabia" /><author><name>Felipe_Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07902237676974557114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08586763423004020545" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8CQXkzcSp7ImA9WxVbGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478954952915728224.post-4670135412252844630</id><published>2009-04-06T00:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T00:01:00.789-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-06T00:01:00.789-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Protesto" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Atualidades" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Imagens" /><title>Agora, Odeio ainda mais argentinos</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Eu trabalho em uma loja de artigos esportivos. Tava eu lá, e chegou um cliente e perguntou se tinha um chileno Crock. Depois que eu entreguei o chinelo pra ele, ele começou a falar e percebi que era argentino.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tudo bem, ele é um cliente. Mas então eu percebo que ele está fedendo a cerveja. Como se tivessem jogado uma latinha nele na noite anterior. Aquele cheiro de fim de formatura.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;O hermano pediu se poderia usar o banheiro: “Yo puesso usar el bañero?”    &lt;br /&gt;Eu tentei arranjar uma desculpa pra ele não ir, porque não tinha ido com a cara e com&amp;#160; cheiro do argentino, mas ele insistiu e falou: “You só voy lavar las mãos” E o cara foi pro banheiro&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;O cara tava demorando… Demorando…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Não foi só lavar as mãos…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ele saiu do banheiro, eu acompanhei-o até a saida da loja como o de custume com outros clientes e fui ver o banheiro&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Abri a porta, quase não aguentando o fedor, e a 3m do troninho, eu vi o azulejo sujo de marrom na parte interior&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fui ver, e o cara CAGOU E NÃO DEU DESCARGA, deixou a loja inteira fedendo por alguns minutos&lt;img height="303" src="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp228/sem_tempero/merda_sem_tempero.jpg" width="404" /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Foto meramente ilustrativa&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Argentino FDP &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6478954952915728224-4670135412252844630?l=semtempero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/feeds/4670135412252844630/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6478954952915728224&amp;postID=4670135412252844630&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/4670135412252844630?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/4670135412252844630?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/2009/04/agora-odeio-ainda-mais-argentinos.html" title="Agora, Odeio ainda mais argentinos" /><author><name>Alexandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00933289926517731357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00707010244153791929" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UGRH4zfyp7ImA9WxVbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478954952915728224.post-1949390457007798552</id><published>2009-04-05T19:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T19:40:25.087-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-05T19:40:25.087-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dicas de Sites" /><title>Jogo – Eletric Box</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Essa é um daqueles jogos legais que você tem que pensar bastante depois de um tempo. As fases vão ficando mais difíceis até que eu não consegui mais&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://clickjogos.uol.com.br/Jogos-online/Puzzle/Electric-Box/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="442" src="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp228/sem_tempero/eletricbox_sem_tempero.jpg" width="590" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Para jogar &lt;a href="http://clickjogos.uol.com.br/Jogos-online/Puzzle/Electric-Box/" target="_blank"&gt;clique aqui&lt;/a&gt; ou na imagem&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#c8c8c8"&gt;Se você se cagar todo pra passar e não conseguir mais, significa que você é um bosta, mas &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://kongbr.com.br/2009/02/25/electric-box/#more-1491" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#c8c8c8"&gt;clique aqui&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#c8c8c8"&gt; para saber como passar todas as fases:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6478954952915728224-1949390457007798552?l=semtempero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/feeds/1949390457007798552/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6478954952915728224&amp;postID=1949390457007798552&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/1949390457007798552?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/1949390457007798552?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/2009/04/jogo-eletric-box.html" title="Jogo – Eletric Box" /><author><name>Alexandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00933289926517731357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00707010244153791929" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UCQHg8fyp7ImA9WxVbFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478954952915728224.post-214476866868240865</id><published>2009-04-02T00:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:01:01.677-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-02T00:01:01.677-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Descobertas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dicas de Sites" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Curiosidade" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Imagens" /><title>Dicas de Site - Omegle</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Uma mistura de &lt;a href="http://omegle.com/"&gt;Omelete&lt;/a&gt; com Google?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Quase.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mentira, não tem nada a ver com isso.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;O &lt;a href="http://omegle.com/"&gt;Omegle&lt;/a&gt; é um chat entre duas pessoas desconhecidas. Você entra no site, clica em OK e vai conversar com um estranho de qualquer lugar do mundo. Muito bom para praticar inglês&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://omegle.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp228/sem_tempero/omegle.jpg" height="378" width="641" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Coincidência: Esse cara que eu tava conversando era brasileiro.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Clique na imagem ou&lt;a href="http://omegle.com/"&gt; aqui&lt;/a&gt; para ir para o site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6478954952915728224-214476866868240865?l=semtempero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/feeds/214476866868240865/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6478954952915728224&amp;postID=214476866868240865&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/214476866868240865?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/214476866868240865?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/2009/04/dicas-de-site-omegle.html" title="Dicas de Site - Omegle" /><author><name>Alexandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00933289926517731357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00707010244153791929" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUINRHo6fyp7ImA9WxVbFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478954952915728224.post-3789488135146763086</id><published>2009-04-01T22:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:59:55.417-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-01T22:59:55.417-03:00</app:edited><title>Post anti primeiro de abril</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Em protesto as brincadeiras sem graça de 1º de Abril, o Sem Tempero não vai postar nada de legal nesse primeiro de abril. Isso porque todo ano são as mesmas piadas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Se ano que vem eu pensar em alguma coisa legal e diferente, dai sim eu posto&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6478954952915728224-3789488135146763086?l=semtempero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/feeds/3789488135146763086/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6478954952915728224&amp;postID=3789488135146763086&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/3789488135146763086?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/3789488135146763086?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/2009/04/post-anti-primeiro-de-abril.html" title="Post anti primeiro de abril" /><author><name>Alexandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00933289926517731357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00707010244153791929" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUANQnk9cCp7ImA9WxVbFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478954952915728224.post-5403693298686188517</id><published>2009-03-31T15:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:23:13.768-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-31T15:23:13.768-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Atualidades" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Imagens" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Piadas" /><title /><content type="html">A 'piada' já é meio antiga (OLD né Felipe?), mas nunca tinha visto com o Vera Fisher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pra quem não sabe, recentemente em uma reportagem ela alegou que está há mais de 2 anos sem fazer sexo e continua muito feliz.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp228/sem_tempero/vera11.jpg" border="0" alt="Vera Fisher"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peguei no &lt;a href="http://www.naosalvo.com.br/"&gt;Não Salvo&lt;/a&gt;, 'meu' blog inspiração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6478954952915728224-5403693298686188517?l=semtempero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/feeds/5403693298686188517/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6478954952915728224&amp;postID=5403693298686188517&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/5403693298686188517?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/5403693298686188517?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/2009/03/piada-ja-e-meio-antiga-old-ne-felipe.html" title="" /><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308991377349925904</uri><email>lauanawichoski@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04546535790865344502" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMCQXwzeip7ImA9WxVbFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478954952915728224.post-1289317459056454766</id><published>2009-03-31T00:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:01:00.282-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-31T00:01:00.282-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Curiosidade" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Videos" /><title>Batizado na Arabia</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;O jeito loco que os caras batizam os filhos. Eles falam que o ideal é a criança sair ilesa e passar pela mão de várias pessoas para ser abençoada. SÃO TUDO DOIDO &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:6ce4e676-5239-4841-9d34-c81cb3585447" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="609" height="457"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o_r3Bdd0dbc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o_r3Bdd0dbc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="609" height="457"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6478954952915728224-1289317459056454766?l=semtempero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/feeds/1289317459056454766/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6478954952915728224&amp;postID=1289317459056454766&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/1289317459056454766?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/1289317459056454766?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/2009/03/batizado-na-arabia.html" title="Batizado na Arabia" /><author><name>Alexandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00933289926517731357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00707010244153791929" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08FQH0yfCp7ImA9WxVbEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478954952915728224.post-4888461516291100545</id><published>2009-03-28T14:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T14:36:51.394-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-28T14:36:51.394-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Descobertas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Atualidades" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Curiosidade" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Videos" /><title>Veja o que foi dito no final do Jornal Nacional</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Prestem atenção na frase de Willian Boner:&lt;/p&gt; 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  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As Pedras Que Se Movem       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp228/sem_tempero/Fenomeno_sem_tempero_1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="417" src="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp228/sem_tempero/Fenomeno_sem_tempero_1.jpg" width="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Até hoje ninguém conseguiu explicar por que, misteriosamente, pedras de centenas de quilos deslocam-se do seu ponto de origem pelo deserto de Death Valley. Alguns pesquisadores atribuem tal fenômeno aos fortes ventos e superfície gelada, mas esta teoria não explica, no entanto, por que as pedras se movem lado a lado, em ritmo e direções diferentes. Além disso, cálculos físicos não apóiam plenamente esta teoria.      &lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colunas de Basalto        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp228/sem_tempero/Fenomeno_sem_tempero_2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="412" src="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp228/sem_tempero/Fenomeno_sem_tempero_2.jpg" width="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Este fenômeno ocorre com o esfriamento de um fluxo de lava espessa, formando uma malha geométrica com notável regularidade. Um dos famosos exemplos é o Giant´s Causeway, na costa da Irlanda (fotos), embora a maior e mais conhecida seja Devil´s Tower em Wyoming.      &lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________________       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;Buracos azuis        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp228/sem_tempero/Fenomeno_sem_tempero_3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="404" src="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp228/sem_tempero/Fenomeno_sem_tempero_3.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;Os buracos azuis são gigantes elevações subaquáticas, que levam este nome pela tonalidade de azul que apresentam quando vistos do alto. Normalmente possuem centenas de metros de profundidade e tem ambiente desfavorável para a vida marinha, já que a circulação de água é ruim. Curiosamente, em alguns buracos foram encontrados restos fósseis preservados em suas profundezas.       &lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maré vermelha   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp228/sem_tempero/Fenomeno_sem_tempero_4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="418" src="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp228/sem_tempero/Fenomeno_sem_tempero_4.jpg" width="326" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;As Marés Vermelhas são formadas pelo súbito aumento do fluxo de algas de cor única, que podem converter uma parte da água em uma cor vermelha sangue. Embora fenômenos desta natureza sejam relativamente inofensivos, alguns podem ser mortais, causando a morte de peixes, aves e mamíferos marinhos. Em alguns casos, até mesmo os seres humanos podem ser afetados, embora a exposição humana não seja conhecida por ser fatal.    &lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________________    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Círculos de gelo     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp228/sem_tempero/Fenomeno_sem_tempero_5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img height="421" src="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp228/sem_tempero/Fenomeno_sem_tempero_5.jpg" width="328" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Enquanto muitos acreditem que estes círculos perfeitos sejam obra de alguma teoria da conspiração, os cientistas geralmente aceitam que eles são formados por turbilhões d’água que giram em um considerável pedaço de gelo, em um movimento circular. Como resultado desta rotação, outros pedaços de gelo e objetos gerados pelo desgaste uniforme nas bordas do gelo vão lentamente formando um círculo.    &lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nuvens Mammatus &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp228/sem_tempero/Fenomeno_sem_tempero_6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="422" src="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp228/sem_tempero/Fenomeno_sem_tempero_6.jpg" width="329" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Aparentemente assustadoras, as nuvens Mammatus também são mensageiras de tempestades e outros eventos meteorológicos extremos. Normalmente compostas de gelo, elas podem se estender por centenas de quilômetros em vários sentidos e formações, permanecendo visíveis e estáticas entre 10 minutos e 1 hora. Embora pareçam portadoras de más notícias, elas são apenas mensageiras, aparecendo antes e/ou depois de uma grande mudança meteorológica.    &lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arco-íris de fogo&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp228/sem_tempero/Fenomeno_sem_tempero_7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="424" src="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp228/sem_tempero/Fenomeno_sem_tempero_7.jpg" width="331" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;Este raro fenômeno só ocorre quando há a participação do sol e das nuvens. Cristais dentro das nuvens refratam a luz em várias ondas do espectro, fazendo surgir cores entre as nuvens. Devido a raridade com que este evento acontece, existem poucas fotos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6478954952915728224-5506482047834009976?l=semtempero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/feeds/5506482047834009976/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6478954952915728224&amp;postID=5506482047834009976&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/5506482047834009976?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/5506482047834009976?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/2009/03/fenomenos-da-natureza-que-pouca-gente.html" title="Fenômenos da Natureza que Pouca Gente Conhece" /><author><name>Alexandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00933289926517731357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00707010244153791929" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04EQ3c7cSp7ImA9WxVbEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478954952915728224.post-3731424382460098158</id><published>2009-03-25T21:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:05:02.909-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-25T21:05:02.909-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Frases de Efeito" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Atualidades" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Imagens" /><title>Frases de Efeito</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;ouvi por ai:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Sou tão contra a reforma ortográfica, que vou continuar escrevendo ‘Farmácia’ com PH”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Pharmacia" href="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp228/sem_tempero/pharmcia_sem_tempero.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp228/sem_tempero/pharmcia_sem_tempero.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6478954952915728224-3731424382460098158?l=semtempero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/feeds/3731424382460098158/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6478954952915728224&amp;postID=3731424382460098158&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/3731424382460098158?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/3731424382460098158?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/2009/03/frases-de-efeito.html" title="Frases de Efeito" /><author><name>Alexandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00933289926517731357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00707010244153791929" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUECQH48cSp7ImA9WxVUGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478954952915728224.post-1588380417720398879</id><published>2009-03-24T00:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:01:01.079-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-24T00:01:01.079-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Protesto" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Descobertas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Atualidades" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Imagens" /><title>Kidsbeer – Cerveja pra Criança</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp228/sem_tempero/kidsbeer_sem_tempero.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Embalada em garrafas na cor âmbar de 330ml, tem o visual de uma garrafa de cerveja normal, mas o conteúdo da Kidsbeer é composto de um líquido não álcoolico que tem como principal ingrediente o nosso tupiniquim guaraná.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Claro que o foco, como o próprio nome diz, é o público infantil; e foi rotulando a bebida como cerveja para crianças que ela virou um sucesso lá fora.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A bebida foi invenção de um japonês de 39 anos chamado Yuichi Asaba. Inicialmente a produção, de 200 garrafas por mês, era vendida apenas em seu restaurante, o Shitamachi-ya (Fukuoka), mas diante do sucesso que fez outros restaurantes começaram a oferecer a bebida, alguns até mesmo como presente aos filhos dos frequentadores. Hoje está sendo produzida em escala industrial pela empresa Tomomasu Co. com uma produção de 75.000 garrafas por mês.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Só uma coisa: A matéria prima é nossa, mas aqui não tem o produto&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Vi no &lt;a href="http://amelhoramigadohomem.com.br/2009/03/19/kidsbeer-cerveja-para-criancas/" target="_blank"&gt;A Melhor Amiga do Homem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6478954952915728224-1588380417720398879?l=semtempero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/feeds/1588380417720398879/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6478954952915728224&amp;postID=1588380417720398879&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/1588380417720398879?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/1588380417720398879?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/2009/03/kidsbeer-cerveja-pra-crianca.html" title="Kidsbeer – Cerveja pra Criança" /><author><name>Alexandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00933289926517731357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00707010244153791929" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MCR3czcCp7ImA9WxVUF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478954952915728224.post-57052221094728036</id><published>2009-03-23T00:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:37:46.988-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-23T00:37:46.988-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Frases de Efeito" /><title>Frases de Efeito VII</title><content type="html">"Os gênios do mundo estão acabando, Einstein morreu, Gates se aposentou e eu já estou passando mal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp228/sem_tempero/einstein.jpg" border="0" alt="einstein"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6478954952915728224-57052221094728036?l=semtempero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/feeds/57052221094728036/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6478954952915728224&amp;postID=57052221094728036&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/57052221094728036?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/57052221094728036?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/2009/03/frases-de-efeito-vii.html" title="Frases de Efeito VII" /><author><name>Felipe_Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07902237676974557114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08586763423004020545" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QHRXc_fip7ImA9WxVUF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478954952915728224.post-6423722993841654956</id><published>2009-03-23T00:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:35:34.946-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-22T19:35:34.946-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Imagens" /><title>Como Ser Assaltado No Caminho do Banco</title><content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt;Se você quer ser assaltado a caminho do banco, é só fazer igual o champs fez&lt;img src="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp228/sem_tempero/sem_tempero_como_ser_assaltado.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ajuda bastante se você tiver uns 5 bandidinhos adicionados no msn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6478954952915728224-6423722993841654956?l=semtempero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/feeds/6423722993841654956/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6478954952915728224&amp;postID=6423722993841654956&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/6423722993841654956?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/6423722993841654956?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/2009/03/como-ser-assaltado-no-caminho-do-banco.html" title="Como Ser Assaltado No Caminho do Banco" /><author><name>Alexandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00933289926517731357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00707010244153791929" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4DQXY8eCp7ImA9WxVUFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478954952915728224.post-8929458038457171807</id><published>2009-03-22T00:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:02:50.870-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-22T00:02:50.870-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ócio Criativo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Imagens" /><title>Tendue à Paris</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp228/sem_tempero/extenso.jpg" border="0" alt="tenso"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6478954952915728224-8929458038457171807?l=semtempero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/feeds/8929458038457171807/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6478954952915728224&amp;postID=8929458038457171807&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/8929458038457171807?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/8929458038457171807?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/2009/03/tendue-paris.html" title="&lt;i&gt;Tendue à Paris&lt;/i&gt;" /><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308991377349925904</uri><email>lauanawichoski@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04546535790865344502" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cFRH88eSp7ImA9WxVUFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478954952915728224.post-4337258183108421802</id><published>2009-03-20T13:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:03:35.171-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-20T13:03:35.171-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ócio Criativo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Curiosidade" /><title>Como Parar um Ventilador Com o Nariz</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Eu e minha brilhante idéia de parar um ventilador ARNO, pasmem: NA VELOCIDADE 3&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:82b44c5c-2173-485f-a326-1b14a115ef68" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="466" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s98SBzo9xzQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s98SBzo9xzQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="466" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mas é claro que meu nariz está esfolado e ganhei o apelido de Narizinho&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6478954952915728224-4337258183108421802?l=semtempero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/feeds/4337258183108421802/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6478954952915728224&amp;postID=4337258183108421802&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/4337258183108421802?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/4337258183108421802?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/2009/03/como-parar-um-ventilador-com-o-nariz.html" title="Como Parar um Ventilador Com o Nariz" /><author><name>Alexandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00933289926517731357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00707010244153791929" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4GQXs7fSp7ImA9WxVUFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478954952915728224.post-5489414890242559522</id><published>2009-03-19T12:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T12:35:20.505-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-19T12:35:20.505-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ócio Criativo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Imagens" /><title>Tenso à la Rocky</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp228/sem_tempero/veno.jpg" border="0" alt="Tenso"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6478954952915728224-5489414890242559522?l=semtempero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/feeds/5489414890242559522/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6478954952915728224&amp;postID=5489414890242559522&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/5489414890242559522?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/5489414890242559522?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/2009/03/tenso-la-rocky.html" title="Tenso à la Rocky" /><author><name>Felipe_Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07902237676974557114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08586763423004020545" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMBRXg9fCp7ImA9WxVUFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478954952915728224.post-361264207921024837</id><published>2009-03-18T16:27:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:00:54.664-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-18T17:00:54.664-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jogos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ócio Criativo" /><title>10 jogos online nem-tão-viciantes-assim pra tirar o tédio.</title><content type="html">Sim, podem nos chamar de folgados, preguiçosos, sem-nada-pra-fazer, vagabundos.. mas a verdade é que todos nós, em algum momento de tédio, tentamos nos afugentar da vida medíocre nos jogos online. Seja na hora de trabalho, no meio de uma pesquisa no laboratório de informática da escola, durante uma tarde vazia em casa ou até na lan house enquanto nenhum de seus amigos querem falar com você no MSN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É por isso que apresento a vocês, queridos, a lista de 10 jogos "viciantes"(que eu acabo de intitular nem-tão-viciantes-assim) de jogos online que prometem curar a sua tarde vazia (ou não). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1º. &lt;a href="http://www.horadocafe.blog.br/game/" target="_blank"&gt;Leve o "super café" o mais alto que você puder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, o nome parece podre, mas o jogo é um pouco viciante sim.&lt;br /&gt;2º. &lt;a href="http://www.onemorelevel.com/game/bound_bear"target="_blank"&gt;Jogue o boneco de encontro ao outro &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestamente, odiei. Não consegui passar do 3 nível.&lt;br /&gt;3º. &lt;a href="http://www.picvi.com/2009/03/06/bugs-attack/"target="_blank"&gt;Controle a joaninha e atire em tudo pela frente &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infantil, mas da vontade de jogar até dar game over.&lt;br /&gt;4º. &lt;a href="http://www.picvi.com/2009/01/07/games-ski-runner/"target="_blank"&gt;Desça a montanha de neve e acumule o máx. de pontos &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse não abriu aqui..&lt;br /&gt;5º. &lt;a href="http://www.picvi.com/2009/02/05/red-biplane/"target="_blank"&gt;Acerte com tiros os alvos em Terra pilotando o avião &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até agora não entendi como jogar.&lt;br /&gt;6º. &lt;a href="http://www.onemorelevel.com/game/bubble_shooter"target="_blank"&gt;Junte três bolinhas iguais e vá limpando o cenário &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seempre gostei de jogos assim. Dá pra jogar até cansar.&lt;br /&gt;7º. &lt;a href="http://www.freeworldgroup.com/games8/gameindex/mindcards.htm"target="_blank"&gt;Ótimo jogo para testar seu raciocínio e memória &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais inteligente, e tem que pensar pra "jogar".&lt;br /&gt;8º. &lt;a href="http://www.onemorelevel.com/game/castle_clout_rotk"target="_blank"&gt;Derrube o castelo com a catapulta &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse é viciante.&lt;br /&gt;9º. &lt;a href="http://www.buzzedgames.com/play-4939-Bounce.html"target="_blank"&gt;Acenda as bolas maiores tocando com a azul &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse é viciante. E chato.&lt;br /&gt;10º. &lt;a href="http://www.digyourowngrave.com/mmeoww-plague-of-kittens-game/"target="_blank"&gt;Apare a queda dos gatinhos &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No começo quando você vê os gatinhos gritando parece que vai ser infantil.. deixa eles cairem pra você ver ;) HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi no &lt;a href="http://www.naosalvo.com.br"target="_blank"&gt;Não Salvo&lt;/a&gt;, que por sua vez viu no &lt;a href="http://lista10.org"target="_blank"&gt;Lista 10&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6478954952915728224-361264207921024837?l=semtempero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/feeds/361264207921024837/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6478954952915728224&amp;postID=361264207921024837&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/361264207921024837?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/361264207921024837?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/2009/03/10-jogos-online-nem-tao-viciantes-assim.html" title="10 jogos online nem-tão-viciantes-assim pra tirar o tédio." /><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308991377349925904</uri><email>lauanawichoski@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04546535790865344502" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcBRH84eCp7ImA9WxVUE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478954952915728224.post-3168982980728362883</id><published>2009-03-17T18:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:40:55.130-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-17T18:40:55.130-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Atualidades" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ócio Criativo" /><title>Clô is dead</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Médicos que acompanham o deputado Clodovil Hernandes (PR-SP) informaram que foi constatada a morte cerebral do parlamentar às 15h45 desta terça-feira (17). O boletim médico divulgado logo cedo já dizia que o quadro clínico do deputado permanecia de "extrema gravidade". O parlamentar sofreu um acidente vascular cerebral (AVC) e foi encontrado caído ao lado da cama na segunda-feira (16).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://g1.globo.com/Noticias/Politica/0,,MUL1046667-5601,00-MEDICOS+DIZEM+QUE+CLODOVIL+TEVE+MORTE+CEREBRAL.html"&gt;Notícia completa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, foi só pra avisar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp228/sem_tempero/clo.jpg" alt="Clô" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Bye Clô&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu que pensava que a Hebe com seus aproximados 750 anos ia ser a próxima a morrer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6478954952915728224-3168982980728362883?l=semtempero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/feeds/3168982980728362883/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6478954952915728224&amp;postID=3168982980728362883&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/3168982980728362883?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/3168982980728362883?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/2009/03/clo-is-dead.html" title="Clô is dead" /><author><name>Felipe_Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07902237676974557114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08586763423004020545" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08MRno9cCp7ImA9WxVUEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478954952915728224.post-6794629308093264501</id><published>2009-03-15T14:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:58:07.468-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-15T14:58:07.468-03:00</app:edited><title>O Mais Estranho</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;A coisa mais estranho quando acaba a energia, não é você ficar sem saber o que fazer e usar os aparelhos com bateria…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A coisa mais estranha é abrir a geladeira E A LUZ NÃO ACENDER, isso só acontece quando acaba a energia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6478954952915728224-6794629308093264501?l=semtempero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/feeds/6794629308093264501/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6478954952915728224&amp;postID=6794629308093264501&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/6794629308093264501?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/6794629308093264501?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-mais-estranho.html" title="O Mais Estranho" /><author><name>Alexandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00933289926517731357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00707010244153791929" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcGSXo6fSp7ImA9WxVUEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478954952915728224.post-4856603315958790485</id><published>2009-03-14T11:09:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:13:48.415-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-14T11:13:48.415-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="About" /><title>Indisponivel!</title><content type="html">Hoje eu vou sair de Itajaí pra ir no show do Iron Maiden em São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Significa que nem hoje nem amanha eu vou postar &lt;s&gt;ninguem liga mesmo&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vocês que vão ficar ai vendo blogs; vou deixar um gostinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YmxbKmiOJlU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&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/YmxbKmiOJlU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6478954952915728224-4856603315958790485?l=semtempero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/feeds/4856603315958790485/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6478954952915728224&amp;postID=4856603315958790485&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/4856603315958790485?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/4856603315958790485?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/2009/03/indisponivel.html" title="Indisponivel!" /><author><name>Felipe_Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07902237676974557114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08586763423004020545" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIDQH05fip7ImA9WxVVGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478954952915728224.post-6012283323093925754</id><published>2009-03-13T21:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:29:31.326-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-13T21:29:31.326-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Curiosidade" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Imagens" /><title>Eu não tenho sorte no ônibus II</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Essa segunda história aconteceu antes da primeira.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Estávamos em Balneário Camboríu, eu, minhas duas primas irmãs e mais uma com o namorado.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Para voltar de BC, pegamos um ônibus, daquele estilo “viagem”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Entramos no ônibus, e o pessoal sentou do lado direito, nas poltronas 23, 24, 27 e 28, e eu fui sentar do lado esquerdo. Tinha duas opções: Sentar na poltrona 22 (ao lado de uma mulher dormindo) ou na 26 (do lado de uma mulher, nada bonita). Sentei na 26, porque não quis acordad a senhorita dormindo:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp228/sem_tempero/planta1cpia.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Beleza, uns cinco minutos depois, o telefona da mulher ao meu lado toca, e ela atende. Mas quando ela abriu a boca e falou… Nossa… Ela falou com uma voz de traveco. INEGÁVEL, ERA UM TRAVECO!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Agora tente imaginar um daqueles travecos Drag Queen dando entrevista na parada gay de São Paulo. É A MESMA VOZ.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dai vocês podem falar que era a voz da mulher que era diferente. MENTIRA, meu instinto anti-traveco me avisou que era um homem ali do meu lado. E pior, veja o que ele falou pelo telefone:    &lt;br /&gt;”Oi querida. É, sim! foi bem legal lá. Eu dei um jeito naqueles gringos. Sim, foi lá no apartamento. Dei um jeito neles, não vão esquecer”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Imagine isso com a voz antes mencionada&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;E o pior, eu me virei para meus parentes do outro lado do corredor e susurrei: “PUTA QUE PARIU, É UM TRAVECO” e tentava segurar a risada.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ainda bem que logo uma poltrona ficou vaga, e eu sai dali rapidinho.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6478954952915728224-6012283323093925754?l=semtempero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/feeds/6012283323093925754/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6478954952915728224&amp;postID=6012283323093925754&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/6012283323093925754?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/6012283323093925754?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/2009/03/eu-nao-tenho-sorte-no-onibus-ii.html" title="Eu não tenho sorte no ônibus II" /><author><name>Alexandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00933289926517731357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00707010244153791929" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEDQHo-eCp7ImA9WxVVGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478954952915728224.post-7733323224526552597</id><published>2009-03-12T00:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:31:11.450-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-12T00:31:11.450-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ócio Criativo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Videos" /><title>Santos, porra!!</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3daYKF21qJQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&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/3daYKF21qJQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não adianta, o garoto é Santos desde pequeno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6478954952915728224-7733323224526552597?l=semtempero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/feeds/7733323224526552597/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6478954952915728224&amp;postID=7733323224526552597&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/7733323224526552597?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/7733323224526552597?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/2009/03/santos-porra.html" title="Santos, porra!!" /><author><name>Felipe_Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07902237676974557114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08586763423004020545" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcCRXc4eCp7ImA9WxVVGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478954952915728224.post-2162902984185129813</id><published>2009-03-11T20:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:01:04.930-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-11T21:01:04.930-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ócio Criativo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Curiosidade" /><title>Pobre e Rico – No McDonald’s</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;O pobre que vai no McDonald’s com a família, vai por causa da criança que vê propaganda na TV. Geralmente vai o pai, a criança (ou as crianças) e a mulher.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Eles vão sabendo que a(s) criança(s) querem o brinquedinho. Chegando lá, eles entram na fila e ficam olhando pro cardápio com preços muito altos. Alguns não entendem porque um mesmo lanche tem o preço de R$13,30 e R$10,15. Quando chega a sua vez de fazer o pedido, enrrolam um monte e pedem um hamburguer com o brinquedinho. O atendente estagiário fala que o brinquedo só vem com o McLanche Feliz, ou pode ser adquirido separadamente por R$7,50&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Eles escolhem 3 McLanhe Feliz. Pagam, pegam o lanche e se sentam, comem enquanto acham que estão sendo observados por outras pessoas. É uma ocasião rara, mas eles fazem pelos filhos   &lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A mãe rica divorciada leva os dois filhos de pick-up, um de 13 e um de 9 anos ao McDonald’s. As crianças estão com Adidas de R$300 nos pés, entram e já sabem o que vão pedir. Não olham para o preço dos lanches, para eles não importa, eles querem o lanche tal lanche e deu. Pedem um McNífico e um Big Mac, ambos com fritas médias e refrigerante grande, a mãe paga no cartão e vão se sentar. É só mais um lanche semanal no McDonald’s&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6478954952915728224-2162902984185129813?l=semtempero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/feeds/2162902984185129813/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6478954952915728224&amp;postID=2162902984185129813&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/2162902984185129813?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/2162902984185129813?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/2009/03/pobre-e-rico-no-mcdonalds.html" title="Pobre e Rico – No McDonald’s" /><author><name>Alexandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00933289926517731357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00707010244153791929" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IHRXc5eCp7ImA9WxVVFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6478954952915728224.post-1168012424699774675</id><published>2009-03-07T22:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T11:12:14.920-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-08T11:12:14.920-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Atualidades" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Curiosidade" /><title>Eu não tenho sorte no ônibus</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Hoje fui pegar um ônibus pra cidade vizinha. Sentado no ponto, vi uma morenassa, seios fartos e um vistidinho curto e com decote&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A Morenassa entrou no mesmo ônibus que eu, e sentou do outro lado do corredor, mas perto de mim.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Eu olhei bem pra ela, e fiquei em dúvida sobre o seu sexo, então deixou de ser a Morenassa e passou a ser um Talvez Traveco.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Beleza, até que essa coisa colocou uns funks daqueles bem pedreiros pra tocar no alto falando do celular (com som horrível) e ainda cantava junto&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Por sorte eu estava com o meu iPod, e os fones me separaram desse mundo com funk cantado horrivelmente por um talvez traveco&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Outro dia eu conto outra que aconteceu no buso&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;[edit by Felipe]&lt;br /&gt;Consegui uma foto da tal morenassa do Alexandre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp228/sem_tempero/morenassa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6478954952915728224-1168012424699774675?l=semtempero.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/feeds/1168012424699774675/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6478954952915728224&amp;postID=1168012424699774675&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/1168012424699774675?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6478954952915728224/posts/default/1168012424699774675?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://semtempero.blogspot.com/2009/03/eu-nao-tenho-sorte-no-onibus.html" title="Eu não tenho sorte no ônibus" /><author><name>Alexandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00933289926517731357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00707010244153791929" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry></feed>
