<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298</id><updated>2011-12-15T01:08:24.444-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A frase do dia é</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>372</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-7333077083336800217</id><published>2010-02-23T11:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T11:29:13.940-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"MART MINAS CONTRATA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;encarregado de mercearia/loja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OFERECEMOS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;benefícios, sexo indiferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EXIGIMOS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ensino médio completo, conhecimento em informática"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anúncio de emprego de 14/02 no Jornal da Manhã, de Uberaba (MG).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: "E aí, foi bom?"&lt;br /&gt;Nota2: "Meh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-7333077083336800217?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/7333077083336800217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/7333077083336800217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2010/02/mart-minas-contrata-encarregado-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-3275370891568470777</id><published>2010-02-03T19:28:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T19:32:40.821-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Porque eu acredito que a beleza é superficial, mas a feiura vai até o osso."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Leo, meu namorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-3275370891568470777?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/3275370891568470777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/3275370891568470777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2010/02/porque-eu-acredito-que-beleza-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-4266895110092520052</id><published>2009-11-25T14:56:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T14:59:23.903-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Só assisto filme do Lula se ele morrer no final."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Frase do MSN do Fabiano, amigo do Luiz, amigo meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-4266895110092520052?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/4266895110092520052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/4266895110092520052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-assisto-filme-do-lula-se-ele-morrer.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-7941506204714093610</id><published>2009-09-29T01:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T02:01:54.869-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Pq amigo é amigo e fdp é fdp, e amigo q é amigo tá pouco sifudendo se nao tem álcool, é sem noção mesmo assim!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Moraleida, meu grande amigo sem-noção, mesmo sem álcool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: Essa frase é em homenagem a todos os meus amigos! Amo vcs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-7941506204714093610?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/7941506204714093610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/7941506204714093610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2009/09/pq-amigo-e-amigo-e-fdp-e-fdp-e-amigo-q.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-6281503217145393930</id><published>2009-07-30T18:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T18:52:43.081-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"E o legal de fazer piada com religião é que você nunca sabe quem você vai ofender!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Danilo, amigo meu, no bar ontem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Ele disse isso após falar q só faltava ele virar protestante, e aí ele ia poder fazer piada com todas as religiões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-6281503217145393930?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/6281503217145393930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/6281503217145393930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-o-legal-de-fazer-piada-com-religiao-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-5551142523997365210</id><published>2009-07-07T19:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:16:35.940-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Michael Jackson era atleticano: preto e branco, cheio de dívidas e andava pra trás!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Igara, amiga minha do trabalho, por e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-5551142523997365210?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/5551142523997365210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/5551142523997365210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2009/07/michael-jackson-era-atleticano-preto-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-5802539044022668933</id><published>2009-06-26T21:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:44:01.770-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Farrah Fawcett. Michael Jackson. Madonna só não foi porque encontrou Jesus antes."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/tecapessoa"&gt;tecapp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, re-twittando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/crisfra"&gt;crisfra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; que re-twittou a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/chickpeituda"&gt;chickpeituda&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; no twitter (obviamente).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Eu tenho twitter mas não uso muito. E também não sigo essas pessoas... Porém, uma amiga mandou uma frase da @tecapp, e eu fui visitar o twitter dela, e encontrei essa outra frase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota2: Post atrasado, eu sei... Mas tô nem aí! Hahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-5802539044022668933?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/5802539044022668933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/5802539044022668933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2009/06/farrah-fawcett.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-7164093540938904562</id><published>2009-06-21T12:41:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:44:12.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Eu não gosto de comer de estômago vazio."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gu, namorado da Ju, amiga minha, explicando pq ia tomar umas cervejas ainda antes de comer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-7164093540938904562?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/7164093540938904562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/7164093540938904562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-nao-gosto-de-comer-de-estomago-vazio.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-3806001470398489014</id><published>2009-06-12T11:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:06:29.980-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Antes solteiro no dia dos namorados do que namorando no carnaval"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Frase que o Gabriel, do Couchsurfing, mandou pra inspirar o feriado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Perfeita mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-3806001470398489014?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/3806001470398489014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/3806001470398489014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2009/06/antes-solteiro-no-dia-dos-namorados-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-3067823110596832403</id><published>2009-05-15T10:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T10:54:57.745-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Eu não gosto de vomitar no vaso porque me dá ânsia de vômito."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Minha graaaaande amiga Lu, falando que prefere vomitar na pia, pq qdo ela vomita no vaso rola toda hora aquele "gulp".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Eu ri desesperadamente qdo ela disse isso! Te amo, fera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-3067823110596832403?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/3067823110596832403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/3067823110596832403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-nao-gosto-de-vomitar-no-vaso-porque.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-2806965079606624726</id><published>2009-04-05T12:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T12:52:04.100-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Nó... Esquentei com a porra do saco!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile.aspx?uid=7355185712478227172"&gt;Marizuda&lt;/a&gt;, amiga minha, depois q tirou &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#AlbumZoom.aspx?uid=3368611334098994902&amp;amp;pid=1238343749850&amp;amp;aid=1238318204$pid=1238343550704"&gt;essa foto&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-2806965079606624726?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/2806965079606624726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/2806965079606624726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2009/04/no.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-4001878535136187067</id><published>2009-03-18T10:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:44:10.501-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Não toma ódio não, toma no seu cu..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Samanta, amiga minha, falando com a Analice, outra amiga minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota¹: Contexto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;de cu é rola!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota²: A nota¹ foi a resposta q obtive ao perguntar qual era o assunto daonde surgiu essa frase... Hahahahahaha!!! Amo essas pessoas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-4001878535136187067?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/4001878535136187067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/4001878535136187067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2009/03/nao-toma-odio-nao-toma-no-seu-cu.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-4552923596208199400</id><published>2009-03-10T18:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:31:18.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Não. É só frente. Não tá vendo que atrás não tem nada?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fernando, amigo meu aqui da agência. Ele respondeu isso pro Waguinho,&lt;br /&gt;quando ele perguntou se a calça que eu estava usando era frente-e-verso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Minha calça é dessas indianas trespassadas, tipo envelope. Quer dizer, eu acho q chama isso, né? Hehehehe... Olha &lt;a href="http://images04.olx.com.br/ui/2/61/50/18116150_1.jpg"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; uma foto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-4552923596208199400?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/4552923596208199400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/4552923596208199400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2009/03/nao_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-111597174235432145</id><published>2009-03-01T16:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:30:25.492-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Não. A gente fez agora no congelador. Eu tava ali raspando..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Resposta que o &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile.aspx?origin=is&amp;amp;uid=7924549245577087752"&gt;Cocô&lt;/a&gt; falou pro Rafa, quando ele viu o povo carregando um saco de 20kg de gelo, e perguntou: "Cês compraram gelo??".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Não me perguntem pq o cara tem esse apelido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-111597174235432145?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/111597174235432145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/111597174235432145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2009/03/nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-5259192918724525545</id><published>2009-02-28T10:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T11:19:25.879-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Gosto mais do gato, mas não diga nada à boneca."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O Roberto Lobo enviou essa frase via e-mail. É a resposta da filha de 6 anos de uma amiga dele, quando ele a perguntou qual deles ela preferia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Havia muito tempo que eu não acessava o e-mail do blog, por falta de tempo mesmo. Peço desculpas às pessoas que enviaram e-mails, e prometo tentar  ser menos relapsa nesse aspecto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-5259192918724525545?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/5259192918724525545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/5259192918724525545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2009/02/gosto-mais-do-gato-mas-nao-diga-nada_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-6651817260863681358</id><published>2009-02-25T21:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:22:39.555-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Fico me perguntando quem foi que contou pra esse povo que meu pinto é pequeno..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Samir*, meu amigo que pediu pra não ser identificado, ao comentar comigo que só tem recebido e-mails com o assunto "enlarge your penis".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: O nome do autor dessa frase foi trocado, a fim de preservar a identidade real dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota²:  Eu ri demais quando ele disse essa frase!!! Hahahahaha!!! Adoro você, mocim!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-6651817260863681358?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/6651817260863681358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/6651817260863681358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2009/02/fico-me-perguntando-quem-foi-que-contou.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-6988904187004096202</id><published>2009-02-11T11:33:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:34:59.098-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Quer tomar cerveja e cantar mulher no meio do trabalho? Vira lixeiro!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Filipe, amigo meu, ao ver um lixeiro chamar uma mulher de gostosa logo depois de comprar uma latinha de Skol e sair correndo pra pegar o lixo e jogar no caminhão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-6988904187004096202?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/6988904187004096202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/6988904187004096202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2009/02/quer-tomar-cerveja-e-cantar-mulher-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-6297154895096398049</id><published>2009-01-25T02:47:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T02:52:48.657-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hoje, refletindo sobre o efeito do nada sobre porra nenhuma, me dei conta de que este é o único país do mundo governado por um analfabeto, que assinou a reforma ortográfica, e um alcoólatra que instituiu a lei seca..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anônimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: A Kelza mandou essa por e-mail... AMEI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-6297154895096398049?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/6297154895096398049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/6297154895096398049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2009/01/hoje-refletindo-sobre-o-efeito-do-nada.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-2276230855063608876</id><published>2008-11-11T01:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T01:43:09.467-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Você já viu avião sem pneu?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luiz, amigo do Marcelo, amigo meu. Estávamos falando sobre mulheres com "sobra" e mulheres magricelas, e ele disse q as mulheres que têm onde se pegar são muito mais gostosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-2276230855063608876?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/2276230855063608876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/2276230855063608876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2008/11/voc-j-viu-avio-sem-pneu-luiz-amigo-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-5983594857178666059</id><published>2008-10-30T18:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:28:33.471-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Devido às quebras de bancos, queda nas bolsas, cortes no orçamento, crise nos combustíveis e pelo racionamento mundial de energia, informamos que a famosa luz no final do túnel está temporariamente desligada."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não sei quem falou isso, mas recebi do meu pai, por e-mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Sinto muita falta dos meus pais, que não moram mais comigo. Essa frase vai hoje pra homenageá-los, e também pra matar um pouquinho da saudade, pois embora a gente se fale todo dia, um abraço e um beijo fazem muuuuuuita falta... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota2: Te amo, pai! Te amo, mãe! Beijo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-5983594857178666059?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/5983594857178666059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/5983594857178666059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2008/10/devido-s-quebras-de-bancos-queda-nas.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-96833583316068471</id><published>2008-09-04T15:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:05:57.994-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Mãe, não tem como ensinar ela fazer isso sozinha, como a gente faz?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fofys (13 anos), filha da Su, amiga minha, perguntando se tinha algum jeito de acalmar a gata dela que está no cio e não pára de miar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-96833583316068471?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/96833583316068471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/96833583316068471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-no-tem-como-ensinar-ela-fazer-isso.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-3116893876700954405</id><published>2008-07-23T15:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:41:20.443-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Brigar na internet é que nem competir nas paraolimpíadas: mesmo que você seja o vencedor, você ainda é retardado."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tanto-faz.blogger.com.br/"&gt;Dan&lt;/a&gt;, meu amigo (não mais) virtual, comentando sobre as pessoas que discutem, brigam e se revoltam com as outras na internet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Em resposta a todos os comentários desagradáveis e mal-educados direcionados à minha pessoa, eu cito novamente essa frase. Vale lembrar que em momento algum ninguém é chamado de retardado, com exceção àqueles que brigam, discutem e não aceitam outras opiniões na internet. A analogia, nesse caso, é relacionada ao fato de as pessoas que competem nas paraolimpíadas apresentarem alguma deficiência e continuarem com essa deficiência, mesmo vencendo.  Da mesma forma que quem discute na internet, mesmo que saia vencedor, continua sendo retardado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota2: É importante também que fique bem claro que esse é um blog, o MEU blog, um espaço pessoal, onde eu coloco as frases que eu acho engraçadas, independente do tipo de humor que apresentam. Com isso, esse espaço está sujeito constantemente às minhas opiniões e às das pessoas com quem me relaciono. No nosso dia-a-dia temos aspectos de humor simples, humor tosco, humor negro e coisas piores, mas ninguém admite que ri dessas situações. É muito fácil fazer comentários, julgando o mundo por trás de uma máscara/faceta/nickname (apresentada só aqui na internet pra dar a cara a tapa) do que confessar que no dia a dia faz brincadeiras com "neguinho", com o "viadinho", etc., tudo calcado no humor  negro, e baseado no preconceito, como vemos em todos os lugares, inclusive na televisão. Resumindo: Pura hipocrisia mesmo! Esse post é sobre as pessoas que caçam briga pela internet. Essas pessoas que são os verdadeiros retardados, porque assim escolheram ser.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-3116893876700954405?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/3116893876700954405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/3116893876700954405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2008/07/brigar-na-internet-que-nem-competir-nas.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-9030989751704892621</id><published>2008-06-18T13:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T13:42:47.190-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Eu tô com uma dor nesse músculo aqui das costas, sabe? Aquele que fica em cima do osso que se eu fosse um anjo era uma asa."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dani, amiga minha aqui da agência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-9030989751704892621?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/9030989751704892621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/9030989751704892621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2008/06/eu-t-com-uma-dor-nesse-msculo-aqui-das.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-7201859414521868237</id><published>2008-06-02T00:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T00:49:48.222-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Tipo assim, o Louis é emo!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/papier_colle"&gt;Luisa&lt;/a&gt;, amiga minha, quando estávamos assistindo Entrevista com o Vampiro.&lt;br /&gt;Chegou a essa conclusão quando disse que a Anne rice fez todos os vampiros muito gays... E como o Louis vive reclamando, arrependido, triste e se sentindo culpado, não tinha outra conclusão a chegar! Hahahahahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-7201859414521868237?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/7201859414521868237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/7201859414521868237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2008/06/tipo-assim-o-louis-emo-luisa-amiga.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-4847639127658707108</id><published>2008-05-28T14:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T14:16:15.824-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"O telescópio é um tubo que nos permite ver televisão de bem longe."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mais uma do Enem.&lt;br /&gt;Esse é fã de Janela Indiscreta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-4847639127658707108?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/4847639127658707108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/4847639127658707108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-telescpio-um-tubo-que-nos-permite-ver.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-1697218248996698992</id><published>2008-05-02T15:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T14:17:17.449-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Que parte do &lt;strong&gt;peixe&lt;/strong&gt; é essa, tia? A &lt;strong&gt;coxa&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sobrinha de 8 anos da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rachz.weblogger.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kelza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, amiga minha, quando estavam jantando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-1697218248996698992?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/1697218248996698992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/1697218248996698992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2008/05/que-parte-do-peixe-essa-tia-coxa.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-8942281997171253776</id><published>2008-04-20T11:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T11:55:21.193-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Lenini e Stalone eram grandes figuras do comunismo na Rússia."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahahahaha!!! Fala sério!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E depois que o comunismo acabou, um virou cantor de MPB e o outro virou ator em Hollywood!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-8942281997171253776?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/8942281997171253776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/8942281997171253776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2008/04/lenini-e-stalone-eram-grandes-figuras.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-8199373025361537145</id><published>2008-04-14T16:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:04:52.627-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Na segunda guerra mundial toda a europa foi vítima da barbie nasista."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Frase sobre a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;barbárie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nazista na II Guerra.&lt;br /&gt;Dessa vez sobrou até pra Barbie, coitada...&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-8199373025361537145?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/8199373025361537145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/8199373025361537145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2008/04/na-segunda-guerra-mundial-toda-europa.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-2884701734595692344</id><published>2008-04-07T15:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T15:24:52.748-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"O índice de fecundidade deve ser igual a 2 pra garantir a reprodução das espécies pois precisa-se de um macho e uma fêmea pra fazer o bêbe. Pode até ser 3 ou 4, mas bastam 2."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahahaha! Mais uma daquelas frases...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-2884701734595692344?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/2884701734595692344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/2884701734595692344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-ndice-de-fecundidade-deve-ser-igual-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-4097049110372696574</id><published>2008-04-04T00:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T00:14:46.842-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"O metro é a décima milionésima parte de um quarto do meridiano terrestre e, pro cálculo dar certo, arredondaram a Terra!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não sei o que levou alguém a dizer isso, mas tem cara de ser resposta de prova, estilo aquelas do Enem... Adorei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-4097049110372696574?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/4097049110372696574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/4097049110372696574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-metro-dcima-milionsima-parte-de-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-5466113984721246806</id><published>2008-02-27T12:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T13:08:34.828-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;“Ricardo S.D. Eu vou no seu casamento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ASS: A OUTRA”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Faixa que colocaram na Av. Contorno, no bairro Sta. Efigênia aqui em BH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: Q baixaria... Nem pra escrever direito...&lt;br /&gt;Nota2: Duvida? Essa matéria saiu no Portal Uai, com direito à foto! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uai.com.br/UAI/html/sessao_2/2008/02/27/em_noticia_interna,id_sessao=2&amp;amp;id_noticia=52080/em_noticia_interna.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Confira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-5466113984721246806?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/5466113984721246806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/5466113984721246806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2008/02/ricardo-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-3289926909652718414</id><published>2008-01-04T14:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T14:35:44.411-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Os encontros são para se divertir e as pessoas devem aproveitar para se conhecer melhor. Até os meninos têm coisas interessantes para dizer se prestamos bastante atenção."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luiza, de 08 anos, respondendo a pergunta &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que fazem as pessoas num encontro?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Recebi um powerpoint da minha mãe com frases contendo o ponto de vista das crianças sobre casamento e coisas afins. Nesse arquivo estava essa frase. E muitas outras! Confira o arquivo completo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/90c0qe"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-3289926909652718414?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/3289926909652718414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/3289926909652718414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2008/01/os-encontros-so-para-se-divertir-e-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-6319895749929161810</id><published>2007-10-21T18:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T18:07:30.150-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mãe, café explode?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Menininho no supermercado, ao ver uns árabes comprando um monte de café, de vários tipos, e ainda conversando em árabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-6319895749929161810?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/6319895749929161810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/6319895749929161810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2007/10/me-caf-explode-menininho-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-4956503038974411805</id><published>2007-09-19T18:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T18:56:13.385-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;Mãe, você já comeu &lt;strong&gt;caju de cabra&lt;/strong&gt;???"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caio, filho da &lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/biagaeta_77"&gt;Bia Gaeta&lt;/a&gt;, minha amiga de internet. Ele queria saber se a mãe dele já tinha comido &lt;strong&gt;jabuticaba&lt;/strong&gt;, pq ele tinha provado na escola. Você pode ver o diálogo completo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/biagaeta_77/25617955"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Quando eu vi o q ele tinha perguntado, pensei q ele tava falando de cocô de cabra... Fiquei até com medo! Hahahahahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-4956503038974411805?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/4956503038974411805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/4956503038974411805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2007/09/me-voc-j-comeu-caju-de-cabra-caio-filho.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-5796658353630013835</id><published>2007-08-21T09:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T09:12:26.720-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Vó, você tá precisando comprar camisinha. No seu armário só tem vestidinho!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sobrinha da Cláudia, minha chefe, falando pra avó, algum tempo atrás, quando começaram as propagandas USE CAMISINHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-5796658353630013835?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/5796658353630013835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/5796658353630013835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2007/08/v-voc-t-precisando-comprar-camisinha.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-1432125280932317838</id><published>2007-06-11T12:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T12:20:40.133-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Essa mulher tá com os &lt;strong&gt;neurônios&lt;/strong&gt; aflorados..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tiozinho da padaria onde o &lt;a href="http://bomtambem.blogspot.com"&gt;Eduardo&lt;/a&gt; compra pão. Ele disse isso depois q uma mulher toda serelepe mexeu com ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Acho q ele quis dizer &lt;strong&gt;hormônios,&lt;/strong&gt; hehehehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-1432125280932317838?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/1432125280932317838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/1432125280932317838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2007/06/essa-mulher-t-com-os-neurnios-aflorados.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-6174433284385394027</id><published>2007-05-17T19:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T19:32:24.056-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;" O casamento em si é uma coisa muito boa... &lt;strong&gt;Em mim&lt;/strong&gt; que não é bom!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fernando Motta, amigo meu, qdo falávamos sobre casamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Ele já casou três vezes... Deve saber bem do q tá falando, né? Hahahahahahahhahahahaha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-6174433284385394027?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/6174433284385394027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/6174433284385394027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-casamento-em-si-uma-coisa-muito-boa.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-6832037837345268461</id><published>2007-05-10T14:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T19:32:53.197-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"O que que aconteceu que você está bonita assim?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Frase que uma colega minha aqui da agência ouviu em uma reunião.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Ela é muito bonita, mas do jeito que o cara falou com ela, ficou parecendo q ela era horrorosa, hahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nota2: Estou trabalhando em outra agência agora e estou super feliz!! Iháá!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-6832037837345268461?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/6832037837345268461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/6832037837345268461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-que-que-aconteceu-que-voc-est-bonita.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-7987768288474691756</id><published>2007-04-26T14:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T14:29:20.068-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cruzes! Eu escrevo com a mão direita, que é o normal. Gente canhoteira não é muito certa não, tem coisa com o Capeta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A &lt;a href="http://causosdanana.blogspot.com"&gt;Fernanda&lt;/a&gt; estava numa loja, preenchendo uma ficha. Aí, uma senhora senhora, q esperava no setor de cadastro olhou pra ela, depois olhou pras mãos dela, e soltou essa frase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-7987768288474691756?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/7987768288474691756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/7987768288474691756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2007/04/cruzes-eu-escrevo-com-mo-direita-que-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-4192669679635876855</id><published>2007-04-19T16:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T16:33:34.258-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Porque não sonhamos com lindos unicórnios em boques floridos?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Irmã de 4 aninhos do &lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/victoorrr"&gt;Victor&lt;/a&gt;, após acordar de um pesadelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: Não me lembro das minhas divagações ao acordar de pesadelos aos 4 anos de idade... Mas tenho certeza q eu ia correndo pra cama da minha mãe, hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-4192669679635876855?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/4192669679635876855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/4192669679635876855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2007/04/porque-no-sonhamos-com-lindos-unicrnios.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-5666117402493440466</id><published>2007-04-08T17:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T17:41:33.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"O que os olhos não veem, a canela sente!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bill, meu namorado, após bater com a canela num negócio q tava no chão, quando estavamos arrumando meu quarto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: Minutos depois eu repeti a frase, pq bati a canela no mesmo negócio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-5666117402493440466?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/5666117402493440466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/5666117402493440466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2007/04/o-que-os-olhos-no-veem-canela-sente.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-1821981228156062584</id><published>2007-04-03T22:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T22:56:55.110-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Comer, beber e amar... O resto não vale um níquel."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lord Byron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: Coloquei essa frase aqui hj pq eu faço parte de um novo blog agora, e essa frase fala muito de mim e tem muito a ver com esse blog.&lt;br /&gt;Nota2: Não deixem de visitar o &lt;a href="http://probanhomaria.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Pro banho, Maria&lt;/a&gt;. É delicioso!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-1821981228156062584?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/1821981228156062584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/1821981228156062584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2007/04/comer-beber-e-amar.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-6128303744884423552</id><published>2007-03-22T17:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T17:10:26.409-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Acho que coisas pra toda a vida são foda. Por isso que não caso ou faço tatuagem, mesmo reconhecendo as vantagens..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.designernapista.blogspot.com"&gt;Rafael Zuchi&lt;/a&gt;, amigo meu, quando falávamos sobre casamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Eu acho q ele tá certo em relação ao nível de "fodacidade" das coisas pra vida toda. Mas eu pretendo me casar e ser mto feliz!&lt;br /&gt;Nota2: Na verdade eu pretendo ser feliz de qquer jeito, mas eu quero me casar sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-6128303744884423552?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/6128303744884423552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/6128303744884423552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2007/03/acho-que-coisas-pra-toda-vida-so-foda.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-3413901021028052777</id><published>2007-02-27T00:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T01:18:29.399-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Aaah, se eu sesse rica!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Prima da Isabella, quando começou a ter vício por compras, aos 4 ou 5 anos de idade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: 4 anos e já viciada em compras? Creeeendeuspai! Hahahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nota2: A Isabella mandou essa sugestão por e-mail. Valeu, moça!&lt;br /&gt;Nota3: Gostaria de pedir pra ninguém enviar sua sugestão de frase nos comentários. Se for assim, não vai ter muita graça postar no blog, né? Mas ainda assim, não deixem de enviar! E-mail, Orkut, o q quer q seja... Se a frase for boa (e a pessoa aqui conseguir postar rápido), ela vai tar no blog logo, logo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-3413901021028052777?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/3413901021028052777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/3413901021028052777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2007/02/aaah-se-eu-sesse-rica-prima-da-isabella.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-546997483594346636</id><published>2007-02-01T11:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T00:06:16.164-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Filha, no mês que vem, sábado, dia 5, é quinta-feira. O papai precisa ver se vai ter o dinheiro na data que vc precisa, tudo bem?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pai da &lt;a href="http://www.narodagigante.blogspot.com"&gt;Isabela&lt;/a&gt;, quando ela queria ir ao Play Center com os amigos numa 5ª feira, e o pai só receberia o salário no dia 5, que era o sábado seguinte. Aí ele ia perguntar pra mãe dela se tinha jeito dela ir, e se embananou todo pra falar a frase. Hahahahahahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: A Isa mandou essa frase pro scrapbook do meu orkut. Se mais alguém quiser mandar a sua frase, essa é mais uma forma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-546997483594346636?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/546997483594346636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/546997483594346636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2007/02/filha-no-ms-que-vem-sbado-dia-5-quinta.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-553683903368827429</id><published>2007-01-30T14:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T14:25:11.035-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Olha... Não é que a goiaba tem gosto de suco de goiaba? Deve ser porque tá madurinha..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grace, amiga da Karen, q trabalha com meu irmão. Ela disse isso depois de comer uma goiaba e constatar q a fruta tava com o gosto do suco, e não o contrário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-553683903368827429?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/553683903368827429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/553683903368827429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2007/01/olha.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-116934557603776675</id><published>2007-01-21T00:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T00:12:56.056-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Não repara não, Claudio, mas eu vou fazer uma baianada aqui, beleza?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tiago, colega meu do trabalho, falando com o dono da agência q ia realizar uma manobra não-convencional no trânsito. Não achou graça? Bem, esse seria um comentário normal e inofensivo, se o dono da agência não fosse baiano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-116934557603776675?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/116934557603776675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/116934557603776675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-repara-no-claudio-mas-eu-vou-fazer.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-116870501477098702</id><published>2007-01-13T14:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T14:16:54.800-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"A diferença entre uma mulher na TPM e um sequestrador, é que com o seqüestrador ainda há a possibilidade de negociação."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O &lt;a href="http://www.borocoxo.blogspo.com"&gt;Botinha&lt;/a&gt; mandou essa pra mim por e-mail há muuuuito tempo e eu lembrei dela agora e resolvi postar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Desculpem a demora em postar. Estava de férias, viajando e descansando.&lt;br /&gt;Nota2: Feliz 2007!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-116870501477098702?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/116870501477098702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/116870501477098702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2007/01/diferena-entre-uma-mulher-na-tpm-e-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-116587213304846964</id><published>2006-12-11T19:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T19:22:13.066-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Vocês duas são virgens?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amigo da Mariana, amiga minha, ao chegar atrasado num almoço pra conhecer a namorada do irmão e, envergonhado, tentar puxar assunto com duas gêmeas que estavam na mesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Ele queria dizer &lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;gêmeas&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;, não &lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;virgens&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;... Mas em q diabos o menino devia tar pensando, hein?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-116587213304846964?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/116587213304846964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/116587213304846964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/12/vocs-duas-so-virgens-amigo-da-mariana.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-116353647174807799</id><published>2006-11-14T18:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:34:31.823-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Nesses tonéis os trabalhadores colocavam os couros junto com umas ervas. Aí eles ficavam curtindo."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Explicação da guia do &lt;a href="http://www.mao.org.br/"&gt;Museu de Artes e Ofícios&lt;/a&gt;, para os tonéis que tem na Galeria de Trabalho em Couro. O &lt;a href="http://bomtambem.blogspot.com"&gt; Eduardo&lt;/a&gt;, amigo meu, que ouviu isso, num visita guiada, lá no MAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-116353647174807799?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/116353647174807799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/116353647174807799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/11/nesses-tonis-os-trabalhadores.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-116212508802392879</id><published>2006-10-29T09:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T09:33:34.696-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Com a minha fé e as fezes de vocês, vou ganhar a eleição."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Slogan do prefeito de Aracati (CE) e 1º lugar no ranking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-116212508802392879?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/116212508802392879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/116212508802392879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/10/com-minha-f-e-as-fezes-de-vocs-vou.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-116207828995215393</id><published>2006-10-28T20:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T09:36:48.923-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Vote com prazer!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Slogan de &lt;strong&gt;Débora Soft&lt;/strong&gt;, cearense, stripper e estrela de show de sexo explícito, além de 2º lugar no ranking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Amanhã vcs vão saber quem foi o slogan vencedor... Mas vcs tbm vão votar, portanto, lembrem-se: Votem conscientes! Monteiro Lobato, 65!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-116207828995215393?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/116207828995215393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/116207828995215393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/10/vote-com-prazer-slogan-de-dbora-soft.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-116197215835489252</id><published>2006-10-27T14:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T15:02:38.376-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Aquele que dá o que promete."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O 3º lugar do ranking é o slogan de&lt;strong&gt; Lady Zu&lt;/strong&gt;, um candidato homossexual de Piraí do Sul (PR). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Imagina quanto ele vai ter q dar se tiver sido eleito? Hahahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-116197215835489252?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/116197215835489252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/116197215835489252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/10/aquele-que-d-o-que-promete.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-116187508001237358</id><published>2006-10-26T12:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:11:18.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Não vote sentado. Vote em Pé!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4º lugar do ranking: candidato &lt;strong&gt;Pé&lt;/strong&gt;, de Hidrolândia (GO).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-116187508001237358?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/116187508001237358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/116187508001237358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-vote-sentado.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-116173268543380603</id><published>2006-10-24T20:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T20:31:25.453-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Não vote em A, nem em B, nem em C. Na hora H, vote em Gê."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Palmas para o slogan do &lt;strong&gt;Gê&lt;/strong&gt;, de Carmo do Rio Claro (MG), e 5º lugar da nossa lista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-116173268543380603?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/116173268543380603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/116173268543380603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-vote-em-nem-em-b-nem-em-c.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-116165702663772691</id><published>2006-10-23T23:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T13:19:46.913-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Façam tudo pela Dinha."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Slogan da candidata &lt;strong&gt;Dinha&lt;/strong&gt;, de Descalvado (AL), e merecedor do 6º lugar do ranking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-116165702663772691?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/116165702663772691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/116165702663772691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/10/faam-tudo-pela-dinha.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-116156752770437621</id><published>2006-10-22T22:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T22:38:47.726-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Lingüiça neles!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grito de guerra do candidato &lt;strong&gt;Lingüiça&lt;/strong&gt; (de Cotia - SP), e 7º lugar no ranking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-116156752770437621?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/116156752770437621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/116156752770437621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/10/lingia-neles-grito-de-guerra-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-116138111121496139</id><published>2006-10-20T18:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T20:33:14.886-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Chega de malas, vote em Bouças."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Slogan da campanha de &lt;strong&gt;Guilherme Bouças&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Meu pai me enviou os 8 melhores slogans de campanha eleitoral. Esse ficou em 8º lugar. Vou postar todos eles aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-116138111121496139?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/116138111121496139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/116138111121496139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/10/chega-de-malas-vote-em-bouas.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-116014481793155442</id><published>2006-10-06T11:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:20:11.820-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Lombada? Que cidade é essa?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Irmão da Antonelly, aos 7 anos, após ver a placa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOMBADA A 300M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Frase enviada por e-mail.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-116014481793155442?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/116014481793155442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/116014481793155442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/10/lombada-que-cidade-essa-irmo-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-115947440246245206</id><published>2006-09-28T17:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T17:17:42.633-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"É bom manter a mente aberta, mas mente aberta demais deixa o cérebro cair."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vi essa frase na net um dia desses... Já tem um bom tempo e não me lembro onde vi. Se alguém souber de quem é, por favor avise nos comentários, que altero aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-115947440246245206?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/115947440246245206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/115947440246245206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/09/bom-manter-mente-aberta-mas-mente.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-115884440294343644</id><published>2006-09-21T10:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T19:04:17.660-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Coitadas das cobras!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ana, minha manincure, depois de ouvir um caso em que um cara caiu em cima de duas cascavéis q estavam cruzando. Todo mundo no salão rachou de rir, pq a mulherada toda tava com pena do cara, e a Ana com pena das cobras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: É verdade... V lá se isso é hora de um casal ser incomodado? Hahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nota2: Eu ouvi essa hitória depois de acontecida, portanto, não me perguntem se o sujeito tava fazendo a unha.&lt;br /&gt;Nota3: Se ele tivesse fazendo a unha, será q ele pode ter caído na cobra de propósito? Hahahaha! Ô maldade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-115884440294343644?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/115884440294343644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/115884440294343644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/09/coitadas-das-cobras-ana-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-115818180740267249</id><published>2006-09-13T18:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T18:52:28.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"EU COMI O CU DO CARA!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O Bill viu essa frase em um muro, na Floresta, um bairro aqui de BH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Vc é O CARA? Hahahaahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-115818180740267249?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/115818180740267249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/115818180740267249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/09/eu-comi-o-cu-do-cara-o-bill-viu-essa.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-115706177020826668</id><published>2006-08-31T19:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T19:02:50.480-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Foi só um brasileiro ir para o espaço, sumiu um planeta!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recebi essa por e-mail hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Quem enviou essa frase pra mim foi o Alberto Torres. O único Alberto q eu me lembro de conhecer é o Botinha. Se for ele, o blog dele é esse &lt;a href="http://borocoxo.blogspot.com"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Nota2: Se o Alberto em questão não for o Botinha, por favor, que ele se pronuncie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-115706177020826668?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/115706177020826668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/115706177020826668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/08/foi-s-um-brasileiro-ir-para-o-espao.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-115625739510202892</id><published>2006-08-22T11:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T00:28:58.350-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Amor é igual a capim: você planta, cuida, aí vem uma vaca e leva embora."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fernanda, amiga do Bill, meu namorado, durante uma aula de mestrado em que uma outra aluna saiu pra ir pro boteco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-115625739510202892?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/115625739510202892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/115625739510202892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/08/amor-igual-capim-voc-planta-cuida-vem.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-115600601902301001</id><published>2006-08-19T13:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T13:46:59.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Eu diria que a lasanha de microondas está pra lasanha natural igual fazer com camisinha está pra fazer sem."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jorge, namorido da &lt;a href="http://mustpass.blogspot.com"&gt;Lilian&lt;/a&gt;, amiga minha, explicando pra ela porque prefere lasanha caseira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: É melhor comer lasanha de microondas, ficar bem alimentado e não passar mal do q comer lasanha caseira e ficar com a barriga inchada. Portanto, usem camisinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-115600601902301001?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/115600601902301001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/115600601902301001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/08/eu-diria-que-lasanha-de-microondas-est.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-115530240254980549</id><published>2006-08-11T10:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T10:20:02.573-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Depois dizem que maconha vicia... Eu fumo há &lt;strong&gt;trinta&lt;/strong&gt; anos, todos os dias... Todos os dias, não pulo nenhum, e não tô viciada!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maria Alice Vergueiro, numa obra de ficção da Substância Filmes. Confira &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RpfLVM9AuRs"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-115530240254980549?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/115530240254980549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/115530240254980549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/08/depois-dizem-que-maconha-vicia.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-115446092489210111</id><published>2006-08-01T16:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T16:46:58.583-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"No mundo atual, investe-se 5 vezes mais em remédios para virilidade masculina e silicone para mulheres, do que na cura do Mal de Alzheimer. Daqui a alguns anos, teremos velhas de seios grandes e velhos de pau duro, mas eles não se lembrarão para que isso serve."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Danilo, colega meu, por e-mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-115446092489210111?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/115446092489210111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/115446092489210111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-mundo-atual-investe-se-5-vezes-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-115351586523438160</id><published>2006-07-21T17:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T18:04:25.256-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Quem não bebe não vê o mundo girar!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Celo, amigo meu láááááá de Bebedouro - SP. A gente tava conversando sobre pessoas bebentes e não-bebentes e ele falou isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Hj é sexta, início de fds... Aproveitem q amanhã é sábado, q não vai ser preciso acordar cedo e divirtam-se! Vejam o mundo girar!!! Cheguem cedo em casa, tipo umas 6h da manhã, levando o pão... Aí os pais não enchem tanto o saco, né? Hahahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nota2: Como o sábado ainda não é o fim do fds, saiam e divirtam-se mais ainda! Rebater ressaca é ótimo! Às vezes ela nem volta...&lt;br /&gt;Nota3: Só pra garantir q ninguém tenha ressaca, lá vão duas dicas (eu só comprovei a primeira).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dica1)&lt;/em&gt; Ao chegar em casa beba um copão cheio de água com açúcar. No meio da noite vc vai acordar com vontade de fazer xixi. Faça o xixi e beba mais um copão de água. Ressaca Zero! &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dica2)&lt;/em&gt; Beba dois copos de leite qdo chegar em casa. Ouvi dizer q é melhor q água com açúcar, mas nunca tentei.&lt;br /&gt;Nota4: Se nada funcionar e vc ainda acordar com aquela ressaca podre, beba um Gatorade... Ele sempre salva a gente no dia seguinte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-115351586523438160?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/115351586523438160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/115351586523438160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/07/quem-no-bebe-no-v-o-mundo-girar-celo.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-115291131873343701</id><published>2006-07-14T18:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T18:08:38.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Eu até chupo, mas eu não animo muito por causa do cheiro..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Érica, amiga minha aqui da agência, falando pq não anima de chupar mexerica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Bom fim de semana, pessoas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-115291131873343701?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/115291131873343701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/115291131873343701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/07/eu-at-chupo-mas-eu-no-animo-muito-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-115230716741415416</id><published>2006-07-07T17:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T18:19:27.456-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Ah, mas você caiu no caldeirão quando era pequena!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reinaldo, amigo meu, depois q eu falei q tava empolgadíssima com todas as festas de mídia q tavam rolando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Quem não entendeu, clique &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obelix"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Nota2: Não entende inglês? Foda-se!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-115230716741415416?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/115230716741415416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/115230716741415416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/07/ah-mas-voc-caiu-no-caldeiro-quando-era.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-115169001392013280</id><published>2006-06-30T14:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T14:53:33.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Adeus, México!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Andrezza, amiga minha aqui da agência, depois q a Argentina perdeu pra Alemanha nos pênaltis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Desculpem a demora pra atualizar... Tô trabalhando demais e não tô tendo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-115169001392013280?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/115169001392013280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/115169001392013280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/06/adeus-mxico-andrezza-amiga-minha-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-115081211658765042</id><published>2006-06-20T10:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T14:54:47.580-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"O de vocês eu não sei, mas o meu ator preferido é o KEVIN BACON!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=17607728167649258040"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tristian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, do orkut. Eu tava passeando pelas minhas comunidades e achei essa frase num &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=100723&amp;tid=2470463616701342694&amp;amp;start=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tópico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; da comunidade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=100723"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bacon é vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Adorei!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nota: Eu realmente AMO bacon! E acho q uma das melhores coisas q tem é aquele bacon q já vem fatiado... NHAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-115081211658765042?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/115081211658765042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/115081211658765042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/06/o-de-vocs-eu-no-sei-mas-o-meu-ator.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-115056842156749905</id><published>2006-06-17T14:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T15:20:21.600-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"90% do meu dinheiro eu gasto com bebida. Os outros 10% são do garçom!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Marcelo e Bruno, amigos meus.&lt;br /&gt;Eles tavam se lembrando de frases clááááássicas e essa surgiu no meio. Mto foda!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Esse é bastante o meu estilo de vida! Mas por ser garçonete também eu presto atenção no serviço que os garçons prestaram para definir se vou ou não pagar os 10%.&lt;br /&gt;Nota2: Pegar bebidas no balcão é um motivo para não se dar os 10%, já q o garçom não serviu sua mesa, mas o atendimento do balcão também pode (e deve!) ser recompensado. Mesmo q seja só um "mto obrigado!".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-115056842156749905?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/115056842156749905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/115056842156749905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/06/90-do-meu-dinheiro-eu-gasto-com-bebida.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-115012016886987562</id><published>2006-06-12T10:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T10:49:28.896-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Ser publicitária é minha vida. Ser garçonete é a minha diversão."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu, explicando pq eu resolvi voltar a trabalhar em bar, mesmo sem sair da agência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Estou trabalhando atualmente no &lt;a href="http://www.lacancha.com.br"&gt;La Cancha Sports Bar&lt;/a&gt;. Lá é mto louco e tá fazendo o maior sucesso! Pra vcs terem uma idéia, as reservas para todos os jogos do Brasil na primeira fase já estão esgotadas!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nota2: Eu tbm resolvi voltar a trabalhar em bar pra ganhar uma graninha e ir ao Cirque Du Soleil, em SP. Vai ser mto bom!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-115012016886987562?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/115012016886987562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/115012016886987562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/06/ser-publicitria-minha-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-114954713383396548</id><published>2006-06-05T19:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T19:50:01.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"A verdadeira felicidade consiste em chegar a tempo neste local."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Frase de parede de banheiro, ao lado do vaso sanitário.&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/bhpolar"&gt;Bruno&lt;/a&gt; me enviou essa pelo Orkut. Valeu, cara!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-114954713383396548?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114954713383396548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114954713383396548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/06/verdadeira-felicidade-consiste-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-114908463423020064</id><published>2006-05-31T11:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T11:10:34.293-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Uma mulher sem homens é igual a um peixe sem bicicleta."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ludmila Lisboa, amiga da Flávia, amiga minha aqui da agência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-114908463423020064?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114908463423020064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114908463423020064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/05/uma-mulher-sem-homens-igual-um-peixe.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-114899880778179862</id><published>2006-05-30T11:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T11:20:07.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Por que os automóveis são diferentes."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mais uma do Damniel. Ele disse essa pra pergunta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Se os homens são todos iguais, por que as mulheres escolhem tanto?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-114899880778179862?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114899880778179862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114899880778179862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/05/por-que-os-automveis-so-diferentes.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-114877120698709492</id><published>2006-05-27T20:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T20:06:47.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Porque se enrolasse na cabeça ele ia ficar com jeito de boiola."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Outra resposta do Damniel, meu amigo.&lt;br /&gt;A pergunta da vez era: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Se o Pato Donald não usa calças, por que ele amarra uma toalha na cintura quando sai do banho?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-114877120698709492?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114877120698709492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114877120698709492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/05/porque-se-enrolasse-na-cabea-ele-ia.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-114852408465774835</id><published>2006-05-24T23:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T23:28:04.683-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Não importa o quão limpo esteja, um cu ainda é um cu. Se a toalha passa mais ou menos perto, é bom lavar de vez em quando."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Resposta do Damniel, grande amigo meu, respondendo a pergunta &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se depois do banho estamos limpos, porque lavamos a toalha?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, naquele e-mail famoso das perguntas sem resposta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-114852408465774835?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114852408465774835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114852408465774835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-importa-o-quo-limpo-esteja-um-cu.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-114806362787913076</id><published>2006-05-19T15:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T15:33:47.910-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"...e o céu da liberdade em raios frígidos..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Umas das pérolas que saíram quando ums pessoas cantaram o Hino Nacional, nos testes do programa Ídolos. Clique &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJR8QCF8Wrk&amp;amp;search=American%20Idol" target="_blank"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; e confira!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-114806362787913076?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114806362787913076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114806362787913076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-114788874207286371</id><published>2006-05-17T14:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T18:28:09.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Greve de fome é coisa de gente Gandhi, não pra Garotinho."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Frei Luiz.&lt;br /&gt;Essa frase tá no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.losille.blogger.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; de uma amiga da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mundovermelho.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, amiga minha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: A Marina, colega minha aqui da agência, tbm me enviou por e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;Nota2: O &lt;a href="http://cacildisonline.blogger.com.br/"&gt;Antonio&lt;/a&gt; disse, nos comentários, que essa frase era do Frei Luiz. Eu não sabia, portanto, está corrigido o autor da frase. Valeu, mocim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-114788874207286371?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114788874207286371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114788874207286371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/05/greve-de-fome-coisa-de-gente-gandhi-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-114747091350231006</id><published>2006-05-12T18:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T18:55:13.540-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Eu não bebo todo dia... Só de noite!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guimbas, amigo meu, depois q eu perguntei se ele tava saindo pra beber todo dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-114747091350231006?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114747091350231006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114747091350231006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/05/eu-no-bebo-todo-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-114719637534044642</id><published>2006-05-09T14:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T14:49:00.346-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Sabe como você descobre se um moleque é emo ou clubber? É só apagar a luz, o que brilhar é clubber, o que chorar é emo."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clemente, da coluna Dicas do Clemente, da seção &lt;a href="http://mtv.terra.com.br/banda_antes/"&gt;Banda Antes&lt;/a&gt;, da MTV. Ele estava falando sobre a emofobia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Frase enviada pelo César Cardoso, por e-mail. Valeu, César! Se tiver blog ou coisa assim, manda pra mim preu te linkar, ok?&lt;br /&gt;Nota2: Eu não consegui um link direto pra coluna dessa quinzena - "&lt;em&gt;Emofobia"&lt;/em&gt;, portanto, ao chegar no Banda Antes, procure as Dicas do Clemente. É a última q ele escreveu.&lt;br /&gt;Nota3: Não venham me detonar se vc é emo ou clubber, ou se ama emos ou clubbers. Eu gosto um bocado das músicas! Acho q cada um é do jeito q escolhe ser e pronto. E se vc não gosta de emos ou clubbers ou pattys ou headbangers ou seja lá o q for, o problema é seu! Se vire pra não andar com eles. Cada um escolhe o lugar onde vai tbm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-114719637534044642?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114719637534044642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114719637534044642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/05/sabe-como-voc-descobre-se-um-moleque.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-114677925608194672</id><published>2006-05-04T18:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T18:47:36.143-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"No momento, todas as nossas posições de atendimento estão ocupadas. Aguarde um momento que iremos atendê-lo."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mensagem q rola qdo eu ligo pro serviço de uma amiga minha (telemarketing) e todas as linhas estão ocupadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: O q seriam "posições de atendimento"??? Fico imaginando aquelas posições de coregrafia tipo Changeman e Flashman, sabe? Hahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nota2: Pra quem não lembra de Changeman e Flashman, os Power Rangers servem de referência...&lt;br /&gt;Nota3: Pra quem tem a mente mais suja, dá pra pensr coisa mto pior! Hahahahahahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-114677925608194672?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114677925608194672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114677925608194672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-momento-todas-as-nossas-posies-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-114657930476623805</id><published>2006-05-02T11:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T11:15:04.803-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"O Conde é um cara muito legal! Todo final de semana ele deixa dar festa na casa dele."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Julio, amigo meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: A Casa do Conde de Santa Marinha é um conjunto arquitetônico aqui de BH, onde se realizam eventos como o FIQ - Festival Internacional de Quadrinhos, festas, shows e afins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-114657930476623805?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114657930476623805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114657930476623805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/05/o-conde-um-cara-muito-legal-todo-final.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-114625373774670073</id><published>2006-04-28T16:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T16:48:57.876-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Já casei com um cachorro, o próximo pode ser um porco."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sssbarbarablogum.zip.netesssbarbarablog.zip.net/"&gt;Madame Su&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, amiga minha, depois q surgiu o comentário no chat q porcos tem orgasmos&lt;br /&gt;de 30min. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-114625373774670073?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114625373774670073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114625373774670073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/04/j-casei-com-um-cachorro-o-prximo-pode.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-114615168093072331</id><published>2006-04-27T12:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T12:28:00.993-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Homem que não dá assistência abre mão pra concorrência e perde a preferência."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Mônica, amiga minha, mandou essa por e-mail. Veio junto com o Manual da Mulher Bem-resolvida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Eu não sabia da parte do "perde a preferência" da frase! Hahahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-114615168093072331?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114615168093072331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114615168093072331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/04/homem-que-no-d-assistncia-abre-mo-pra_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-114598757469453251</id><published>2006-04-25T14:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T14:52:54.730-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Faltam exatamente 8 Meses para o Natal!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nick do Danilo, amigo meu, no MSN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Isso é q é empolgação!!! Hahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-114598757469453251?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114598757469453251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114598757469453251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/04/faltam-exatamente-8-meses-para-o-natal.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-114556505179699590</id><published>2006-04-20T17:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T15:19:05.316-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Preguiça é o ato de descansar antes de estar cansado!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Marcelo, amigo meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: É uma bela definição, não acham?&lt;br /&gt;Nota2: Tirei o meu siso na 3ª feira, tô anestesiada até agora e não sei qdo a anestesia vai passar... Tá frio e eu não posso tomar nada quente, então eu tomo sopa fria... E sorvete, q é o q me anima... Hahahahaha!!! Mas no mais é isso! Tomara q eu volte a sentir a minha língua novamente... E rápido!&lt;br /&gt;Nota3: Bom feriado pra todo mundo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-114556505179699590?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114556505179699590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114556505179699590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/04/preguia-o-ato-de-descansar-antes-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-114530606398236611</id><published>2006-04-17T17:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T17:34:24.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Ninguém devia temer seu governo. O governo que devia temer seu povo."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;V, personagem de Hugo Weaving, em &lt;em&gt;V de Vingança&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: O filme é mto mto mto mto mto foda! Assistam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-114530606398236611?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114530606398236611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114530606398236611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/04/ningum-devia-temer-seu-governo.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-114495840790328686</id><published>2006-04-13T16:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T17:00:07.960-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Comeram a minha bunda."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coelhinho de chocolate dessa foto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotolog.com/sacolacheia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Feliz Páscoa pra todo mundo! Com  mta alegria, paz, bacalhau, chocolate e diversão!&lt;br /&gt;Nota2: Eu dispenso o bacalhau! Hahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-114495840790328686?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114495840790328686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114495840790328686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/04/comeram-minha-bunda.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-114487849165255790</id><published>2006-04-12T17:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T18:48:11.796-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Devia ser o movimento dos sem-o-que-fazer!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Comentário do Marcelo, amigo meu, sobre a manifestação dos sem-terra no BID, querendo baixa na conta de luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-114487849165255790?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114487849165255790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114487849165255790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/04/devia-ser-o-movimento-dos-sem-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-114478134618701788</id><published>2006-04-11T15:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T15:49:06.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"O pênis é o mais leve órgão masculino. Basta um pensamento para levantá-lo."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tantufaz.blogger.com.br/"&gt;Dan&lt;/a&gt;, amigo meu do &lt;a href="http://blogueiroz.blogspot.com"&gt;BlogueiroZ&lt;/a&gt;, num tópico da comuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-114478134618701788?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114478134618701788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114478134618701788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/04/o-pnis-o-mais-leve-rgo-masculino.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-114469949947056205</id><published>2006-04-10T16:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T17:10:52.063-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"O riso é eterno, a imaginação não tem idade e os M&amp;Ms sempre acabam rápido demais!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nick da &lt;a href="http://claurs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Clau&lt;/a&gt;, amiga minha, no MSN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Essa é a versão dela para a frase  &lt;em&gt;"O riso é eterno, a imaginação não tem idade e os sonhos são pra sempre", &lt;/em&gt;do Walt Disney.&lt;br /&gt;Nota2: Mas é impressionante o tanto q é rápido pra se acabar com um pacote de M&amp;amp;Ms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-114469949947056205?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114469949947056205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114469949947056205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/04/o-riso-eterno-imaginao-no-tem-idade-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-114435440665937209</id><published>2006-04-06T17:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T17:39:58.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Eu quero ver o grosso."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://designernapista.blogspot.com"&gt;Rafa&lt;/a&gt;, amigo meu do &lt;a href="http://blogueiroz.blogspot.com"&gt;BlogueiroZ&lt;/a&gt;, pedindo pra v como q ficou o template de tabelas q ele fez pra mim, e saber o q tava errado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: No começo tava dando pau, por isso q ele pediu pra v o grosso... Hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nota2: Eu gostei mto, Rafa! Valeu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-114435440665937209?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114435440665937209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114435440665937209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/04/eu-quero-ver-o-grosso.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-114424605002463827</id><published>2006-04-05T11:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T11:07:30.050-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Pão sem miolo é igual a homem sem dente. Pode ser gostoso o tanto que for, mas sempre vai faltar alguma coisa."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eliz, amiga minha aqui da agência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-114424605002463827?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114424605002463827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114424605002463827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/04/po-sem-miolo-igual-homem-sem-dente.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-114407645768641440</id><published>2006-04-03T11:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T12:00:57.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Campari só fica gostoso depois do terceiro gole. O problema é que a maioria das pessoas não consegue dar o segundo!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adilson, amigo meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Vcs viram o selinho dourado aí do lado??? Hum... Gostei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-114407645768641440?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114407645768641440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114407645768641440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/04/campari-s-fica-gostoso-depois-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-114384132530469252</id><published>2006-03-31T18:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T18:42:05.330-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Ou você engole ou você engasga... Eu engolia."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wall, amigo meu aqui da agência, falando sobre natação e o q fazia com a água q entra na boca qdo vc tava competindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Hum! Sei! Hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nota2: E vc? Cospe ou engole?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-114384132530469252?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114384132530469252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114384132530469252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/03/ou-voc-engole-ou-voc-engasga.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-114366469623983613</id><published>2006-03-29T17:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T17:38:16.273-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"O problema é que eu só consigo ler &lt;strong&gt;'anus'&lt;/strong&gt; nessa frase..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ana Paula, amiga minha, depois de ler no blog de uma menina (q ela não lembra qual) q &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"o importante não é acrescentar anos à vida, mas acrescentar vida aos anos"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Antes de ler o comentário da Ana, eu já tinha pensado com a mente suja... Hahahahaha!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-114366469623983613?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114366469623983613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114366469623983613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/03/o-problema-que-eu-s-consigo-ler-anus.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10286298.post-114358010361869580</id><published>2006-03-28T17:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T18:14:59.363-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Mas pra que serve o Conselho de Ética, se o Conselho manda cassar e o Congresso vota e manda absolver?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pergunta feita por um jornalista do Jornal da Itatiaia, na semana passada, para um cara do Conselho de Ética, a respeito dessa putaria toda q tá rolando na política.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Eu tava saindo de casa e não ouvi a resposta inteira, mas é alguma coisa relacionada a serem trocentos mil votos no congresso e tbm por q os votos são secretos, o q não demonstra quem é a favor da putaria política e que não é, e por aí vai...&lt;br /&gt;Nota2: Se alguém tiver ouvido essa mesma reportagem/entrevista, e souber a resposta completa, pode colocar aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Nota3: Se vc não sabe a resposta, mas mesmo assim quer dar sua opinião, é só comentar!&lt;br /&gt;Nota4: Há um pequenino risco dessa frase não estar perfeita e completa e exatamente do jeito q eu ouvi mas, em suma, é isso mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10286298-114358010361869580?l=afrasedodiae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114358010361869580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10286298/posts/default/114358010361869580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrasedodiae.blogspot.com/2006/03/mas-pra-que-serve-o-conselho-de-tica.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210693158452606520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
