<?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-6001441</id><updated>2012-01-19T12:11:47.425Z</updated><title type='text'>Piadas e graçolas</title><subtitle type='html'>Piadas recebidas no meu mail</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>211</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-108754956125712378</id><published>2004-06-18T10:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T10:06:01.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Por motivos alheios à minha vontade este blog está</title><content type='html'>temporáriamente encerrado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-108754956125712378?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/108754956125712378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/108754956125712378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108754956125712378' title='Por motivos alheios à minha vontade este blog está'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107893539090564352</id><published>2004-03-10T16:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-10T16:19:39.450Z</updated><title type='text'>Histórias reais em hospitais portugueses</title><content type='html'> - Soutora , eu sou homossexual , mas não era por isso que a vim consultar. Sabe! É que há uns quinze dias levei uma dentada no pénis e isto não está a cicatrizar...&lt;br /&gt;(Urgência de São Francisco Xavier)&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Um homem entra na urgência do Hospital Garcia da Horta com um pisa papeis de forma oval dentro do ânus.&lt;br /&gt;Os médicos, após várias tentativas para retirar o objecto com a luva, não conseguiram e lá tiveram que ir à faca" para remover o objecto. &lt;br /&gt;Após a intervenção cirúrgica lá veio a explicação do paciente:&lt;br /&gt; - Eu estava em casa no duche, quando o telefone tocou e saí apressadamente para o atender. Ao atender o telefone sentei-me na secretária e não vi que estava lá o pisa-papeis. ....&lt;br /&gt;Os médicos:&lt;br /&gt;- Claro! Claro! Isso acontece...&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Um paciente que sofre de diabetes diz para o Doutor:&lt;br /&gt;- Soutor! Já consegui resolver o problema dos diabetes...&lt;br /&gt;- Ah sim? E como?&lt;br /&gt;- De manhãzinha ainda em jejum, ponho uma colher de mel na boca e aí os diabetes vêem a babuje porque são muita gulosos, e quando menos esperam... pimba! Espeto-lhes com dois bagaços na boca que eles morrem todos!&lt;br /&gt;(O médico não queria acreditar que o paciente estava a falar a sério).&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;A um senhor que tinha sido operado ao pénis, estava a enfermeira a retirar os pontos, tendo que segurar no dito cujo.&lt;br /&gt;Passado um pouco o senhor diz:&lt;br /&gt;- Oh senhora enfermeira! Escusa de segurar mais que ele agora ja não cai para baixo!&lt;br /&gt;(Hospital de Santa Maria)&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************+&lt;br /&gt;Outra menos divertida passou-se entre dois colegas médicos, em que um pediu a outro que era ginecologista que lhe consultasse a respectiva mulher, uma vez que esta tinha uma infecção vaginal.&lt;br /&gt;Na consulta o médico viu que se tratava de um pedaço de preservativo que não tinha saído e que estava a provocar a infecção.&lt;br /&gt;Passado um pouco os dois medicos encontram-se e o ginecologista diz ao colega:&lt;br /&gt;- Não te preocupes mais com a infecção da tua mulher. Tratava-se apenas de um bocado de preservativo que ficou lá dentro, mas já está tudo O.K.!&lt;br /&gt;- O quê?! Eu e a minha mulher não usamos preservativos desde que casamos...&lt;br /&gt;(... esta meteu processo disciplinar contra o ginecologista por quebra de sigilo médico)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107893539090564352?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107893539090564352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107893539090564352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107893539090564352' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Histórias reais em hospitais portugueses&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107893499589406412</id><published>2004-03-10T16:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-10T16:13:04.500Z</updated><title type='text'>Um Banner muito feminino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://awards.agenciaclick.com.br/pms/pt/"&gt;não me toques&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107893499589406412?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107893499589406412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107893499589406412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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alt="fire"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107893471971348473?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107893471971348473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107893471971348473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107893471971348473' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;como Bush resolve os problemas do mundo&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' 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title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Berrelin&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107893455150255187</id><published>2004-03-10T16:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-10T16:05:40.186Z</updated><title type='text'>Troibido</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/lindo.jpg" border="0" alt="troi"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107893455150255187?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107893455150255187'/><link rel='self' 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107893385791214616</id><published>2004-03-10T15:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-10T16:23:38.686Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma placa bem colocada</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/sentido-proibido.jpg" border="0" alt="sentido"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107893385791214616?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107893385791214616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107893385791214616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107893385791214616' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Uma placa bem colocada&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107893376546253718</id><published>2004-03-10T15:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-10T15:52:33.653Z</updated><title type='text'>Arvore protegida</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/arvore_protegida.jpg" border="0" alt="arvore"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107893376546253718?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107848667810259676</id><published>2004-03-05T11:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-05T11:40:59.153Z</updated><title type='text'>Bloqueamento de rodas</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/pict0001.jpg" border="0" alt="bloq"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107848667810259676?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107848667810259676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107848667810259676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107848667810259676' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Bloqueamento de rodas&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107848656130713109</id><published>2004-03-05T11:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-05T11:39:02.390Z</updated><title type='text'>As verdadeiras razões para a extinção dos Dinaussauros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.truca.pt/fofo_material_janeiro/semana_3/f_peido_dinossauros.mpeg"&gt;O Porco é português&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107848656130713109?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107848656130713109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107848656130713109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107848656130713109' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;As verdadeiras razões para a extinção dos Dinaussauros&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107848645286522324</id><published>2004-03-05T11:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-05T11:37:13.966Z</updated><title type='text'>Poeta?!</title><content type='html'>João Pedro Pais, poeta injustiçado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João Pedro Pais é, para alguns, o melhor músico da sua geração.&lt;br /&gt;Para outros é o "Robbie Williams português". Para mim é um dicionário de rimas ambulante.&lt;br /&gt;Um dicionário de sinónimos Porto Editora, uma Enciclopédia e o CD "Falar&lt;br /&gt;por Sinais" são o necessário para uma tarde bem passada a fazer&lt;br /&gt;Palavras-Cruzadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não nos fiquemos só pelo riso sufocado enquanto desligamos rapidamente&lt;br /&gt;a RFM. Numa primeira tentativa de encontrar o real significado de cada&lt;br /&gt;verso por detrás do elevado estado alcoolizado do autor, tenho o prazer de apresentar uma análise cuidada do hit "Um Resto de Tudo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um Resto De Tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desce pela avenida a lua nua&lt;br /&gt;(Estou a descer uma avenida à noite)&lt;br /&gt;Divagando à sorte, dormita nas ruas&lt;br /&gt;(Estou desorientado e com sono. Ao usar ruas em vez de "avenidas" já&lt;br /&gt;consigo quase rimar com lua nua)&lt;br /&gt;Faz-se de esquecida, a minha e tua&lt;br /&gt;(Não sei o que acabei de escrever mas pelo menos "tua" também rima com&lt;br /&gt;lua&lt;br /&gt;nua)&lt;br /&gt;Deixando um rasto, que nos apazigua&lt;br /&gt;(Lua, nua, ruas, tua, apazigua. Boa. Vem aí o refrão!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrão:&lt;br /&gt;Sou um ser que odeias mas que gostas de amar&lt;br /&gt;(Uma contradição fica sempre bem)&lt;br /&gt;Como um barco perdido à deriva no mar&lt;br /&gt;(Grandiosa comparação: "Um ser que odeias mas gostas de amar como um&lt;br /&gt;barco&lt;br /&gt;perdido à deriva no mar". As outras hipóteses eram "como um pássaro&lt;br /&gt;ferido&lt;br /&gt;a tentar voar" e "como um bife vendido, num talho do Lumiar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida que levas de novo outra vez&lt;br /&gt;("De novo outra vez", espero que seja suficiente para passar a ideia de&lt;br /&gt;repetição)&lt;br /&gt;O mundo que gira sempre a teus pés&lt;br /&gt;(A Terra gira sobre si própria. É um facto. Já Copérnico o afirmava, mas&lt;br /&gt;nunca foi Disco de Platina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou a palavra amiga que gostas de ouvir&lt;br /&gt;(Tu e mais 120 mil que compraram a m**da do cd)&lt;br /&gt;A sombra esquecida que te viu partir&lt;br /&gt;(Pá, fica mesmo giro isto de meter sempre um adjectivo estranho à frente&lt;br /&gt;dos nomes: palavra amiga, sombra esquecida, noite vadia...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite vadia que queres conhecer&lt;br /&gt;(Abordagem a problemas sociaiscomo a vadiagem e a prostituição)&lt;br /&gt;Sou mais um dos homens que te nega e dá prazer&lt;br /&gt;(Mais uma contradição, estou imparável!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voz da tua almaque te faz levitar&lt;br /&gt;(Um certo exotismo oriental)&lt;br /&gt;O átrio da escada para tu te sentares&lt;br /&gt;(Não rima muito bem com levitar,damn it! )&lt;br /&gt;Sou as cartas rasgadas que tu não lês&lt;br /&gt;(Não entendo pá, será que ela não gosta dos meus poemas?)&lt;br /&gt;A tua verdade, mostrando quem és&lt;br /&gt;(O que é a Verdade? Quem somos? Para onde vamos?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entra pela vitrina surrealista&lt;br /&gt;(Eu optava pela porta, mas isso sou eu)&lt;br /&gt;Faz malabarismo a ilusionista&lt;br /&gt;(Ou "faz contorcionismo a trapezista"&lt;br /&gt;Ilumina o céu que nos devora&lt;br /&gt;(Estou completamente pedrado)&lt;br /&gt;Já se sente o frio, está na hora de irmos embora&lt;br /&gt;(Devora, hora, embora...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou um ser que odeias mas que gostas de amar&lt;br /&gt;Como um barco perdido à deriva no mar... (gostava mais do bife no talho&lt;br /&gt;Do Lumiar, mas o que fazer...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107848645286522324?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107848645286522324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107848645286522324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107848645286522324' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Poeta?!&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107848626319663694</id><published>2004-03-05T11:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-05T11:34:04.340Z</updated><title type='text'>Estupidos há-os em todo o lado</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/omg.jpg" border="0" alt="idiota"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107848626319663694?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107848626319663694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107848626319663694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107848626319663694' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Estupidos há-os em todo o lado&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107848617373023687</id><published>2004-03-05T11:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-05T11:32:34.903Z</updated><title type='text'>Encontrei a minha futura casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/casa.jpg" border="0" alt="casa"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107848617373023687?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107848617373023687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107848617373023687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107848617373023687' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Encontrei a minha futura casa&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107848611284459959</id><published>2004-03-05T11:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-05T11:31:34.030Z</updated><title type='text'>Atenção, leia com atenção</title><content type='html'>Secretaria-Geral do Ministério das Finanças&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portaria Nº. 69/00 D.R.Nº 25, I Série-B, de 05 de Janeiro de 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos termos e para efeitos do artigo 24.º do Dec-Lei nº14/04, de 5 de Janeiro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz o Governo, pela Ministra das Finanças, o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- A única coisa que ainda não pagava imposto era o pénis. O motivo para isso é que ele está inactivo 98% do tempo e, nos restantes 2% ele está afundado num buraco. Além disso ele tem dois pendentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto, a partir do primeiro dia de Janeiro de 2004 cada pénis passará a pagar imposto, dependendo a taxa do seu comprimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Manda a ministra que cada cidadão macho, maior e vacinado, faça verificar o comprimento do seu membro, por a alguma das funcionárias da Repartição de Finanças da sua zona, afim de determinar a sua categoria. Se forem detectadas declarações inválidas, será lavrada uma multa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Categoria A: 25 a 30 cm - imposto de luxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Categoria B: 20 a 25 cm - imposto de previlégio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Categoria C: 15 a 20 cm - imposto de diversão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Categoria D: 10 a 15 cm - isento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(todos os possuidores de pénis de tamanho inferior a 10 cm beneficiarão de deduções especiais na próxima declaração de rendimentos, sendo também englobada na cláusula de salvaguarda).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Futuramente o rendimento do pénis será uma mais - valia a englobar na declaração de rendimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A Ministra das Finanças &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manuela Tira o Leite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107848611284459959?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107848611284459959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107848611284459959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107848611284459959' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Atenção, leia com atenção&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107848599330401672</id><published>2004-03-05T11:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-05T11:29:34.513Z</updated><title type='text'>Comparação estupida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.inference.phy.cam.ac.uk/mackay/itila/Potter.html"&gt;A matemática e Harry Potter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107848599330401672?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107848599330401672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107848599330401672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107848599330401672' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Comparação estupida&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107848589964329027</id><published>2004-03-05T11:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-05T11:28:00.873Z</updated><title type='text'>Descubra o 3º passageiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/descubrao3.jpg" border="0" alt="terceiro"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107848589964329027?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107848589964329027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107848589964329027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107848589964329027' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Descubra o 3º passageiro&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107848582207265422</id><published>2004-03-05T11:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-05T11:26:43.310Z</updated><title type='text'>Frase do dia</title><content type='html'>"Coração de mulher é igual a um circo... Há sempre lugar para mais um&lt;br /&gt;palhaço..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107848582207265422?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107848582207265422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107848582207265422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107848582207265422' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Frase do dia&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107848572392784699</id><published>2004-03-05T11:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-05T11:25:05.186Z</updated><title type='text'>diversos II</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/281.jpg" border="0" alt="trois"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/451.jpg" border="0" alt="quatre"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107848572392784699?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107848572392784699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107848572392784699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107848572392784699' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;diversos II&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107848565250694013</id><published>2004-03-05T11:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-05T11:23:53.796Z</updated><title type='text'>Diversos I</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/191.jpg" border="0" alt="un"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/261.jpg" border="0" alt="deux"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107848565250694013?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107848565250694013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107848565250694013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107848565250694013' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Diversos I&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107848555811729286</id><published>2004-03-05T11:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-05T11:22:30.216Z</updated><title type='text'>Depósito central de lixo</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/1680n091.jpg" border="0" alt="Benfica"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107848555811729286?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107848555811729286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107848555811729286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107848555811729286' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Depósito central de lixo&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107840369271355814</id><published>2004-03-04T12:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-04T12:40:07.530Z</updated><title type='text'>Super inteligente</title><content type='html'>A professora estava com dificuldades com o Joãozinho que nao se cansava de dizer:&lt;br /&gt;- Sou muito inteligente para estar no primeiro ano.&lt;br /&gt;A minha irmã está no terceiro ano e eu sou mais inteligente do que ela.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ir para o terceiro ano também!&lt;br /&gt;A professora já farta de o ouvir, propôs que fossem falar com o director.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o Joãozinho esperava na antessala, a professora explicou a situação ao director.&lt;br /&gt;O director disse-lhe que ia fazer um teste ao garoto, e como ele nao conseguiria responder a todas as perguntas, resolvia-se a situação e este ficaria no primeiro ano.&lt;br /&gt;A professora concordou.&lt;br /&gt;Chamaram o Joãozinho e explicaram-lhe que ele ia ter de fazer um teste.&lt;br /&gt;O menino aceitou, e o director começou por perguntar:&lt;br /&gt;- Joaozinho, quanto são 3 vezes 3?&lt;br /&gt;- 9.&lt;br /&gt;- E quanto são 6 vezes 6?&lt;br /&gt;- 36.&lt;br /&gt;O director continua com a bateria de perguntas a que um aluno do terceiro ano deve saber responder e o Joaozinho nao comete erro nenhum. O director então, diz para a professora:&lt;br /&gt;- Acho que temos mesmo que passar o Joaozinho para o terceiro ano.&lt;br /&gt;- Posso fazer algumas perguntas tambem? - disse a professora.&lt;br /&gt;O director e o Joãozinho concordam.&lt;br /&gt;A professora pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;- O que é que a vaca tem quatro e eu só tenho duas?&lt;br /&gt;Joãozinho pensa um instante e responde:&lt;br /&gt;- Pernas.&lt;br /&gt;Ela faz outra pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;- O que é que há nas suas calças que nao há nas minhas?&lt;br /&gt;O director arregala os olhos, mas não tem tempo de interromper...&lt;br /&gt;- Bolsos - responde o Joãozinho.&lt;br /&gt;- O que é que entra na frente da mulher e que so pode entrar atrás do homem?&lt;br /&gt;Estupefacto com os questionamentos, o director contém a respiração...&lt;br /&gt;- A letra "M" - responde o garoto.&lt;br /&gt;A professora continua a arguição:&lt;br /&gt;- Onde é que a mulher tem o cabelo mais encaracoladinho?&lt;br /&gt;- Em África - responde o Joãozinho de imediato.&lt;br /&gt;- Qual o monossilabo tónico que começa com a letra C termina com a letra U e que ora está sujo ora está limpo?&lt;br /&gt;O Director começa a suar frio.&lt;br /&gt;- O céu, professora.&lt;br /&gt;- O que é que começa com C tem duas letras, um buraco no meio e eu já dei a várias pessoas?&lt;br /&gt;- CD.&lt;br /&gt;Nao mais se contendo, o director interrompe, respira aliviado e diz para a professora:&lt;br /&gt;- Puta que o pariu, ponha esse miudo como director, pois mesmo eu teria errado todas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107840369271355814?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107840369271355814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107840369271355814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107840369271355814' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Super inteligente&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107840337442880051</id><published>2004-03-04T12:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-04T12:32:34.390Z</updated><title type='text'>Batatas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/international/story/0,3604,1121812,00.html"&gt;Um computador a batatas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107840337442880051?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107840337442880051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107840337442880051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107840337442880051' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Batatas&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107840328528431505</id><published>2004-03-04T12:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-04T12:31:05.263Z</updated><title type='text'>Serão anões os utilizadores do carro?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/volvo rebaixado.jpg" border="0" alt="volvo"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107840328528431505?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107840328528431505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107840328528431505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107840328528431505' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Serão anões os utilizadores do carro?&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107840316438807404</id><published>2004-03-04T12:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-04T12:29:04.403Z</updated><title type='text'>Policia Deficiente?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/deficiente.jpg" border="0" alt="pol"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107840316438807404?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107840316438807404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107840316438807404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107840316438807404' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Policia Deficiente?&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107840307696039451</id><published>2004-03-04T12:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-04T12:27:36.996Z</updated><title type='text'>Que quentinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/pose chaude.jpg" border="0" alt="gato"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107840307696039451?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107840307696039451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107840307696039451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107840307696039451' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Que quentinho&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107840300707651268</id><published>2004-03-04T12:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-04T12:26:27.106Z</updated><title type='text'>Loura</title><content type='html'>Ana chega da escola excitadíssima:&lt;br /&gt;- Mamã, Mamã - grita ela - hoje aprendemos a contar e as outras crianças contaram até 4, mas eu contei até 10. &lt;br /&gt;Escuta: &lt;br /&gt;1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Muito bem - diz a mãe.&lt;br /&gt;- É porque sou loura, mamã?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, é porque és loura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte a rapariga regressa da escola novamente numa grande excitação.&lt;br /&gt;- Mamã, mamã - grita ela - hoje aprendemos o alfabeto e os outros meninos só sabiam até ao D, mas eu cheguei até ao G.&lt;br /&gt;Escuta:&lt;br /&gt;A,B,C,D,E,F,G. Ouviste mamã?&lt;br /&gt;- Muito bem - diz a mãe&lt;br /&gt;- É porque eu sou loura não é, mamã?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, é porque tu és loura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia a seguir a rapariga regressa da escola novamente numa grande excitação.&lt;br /&gt;- Mamã, mamã - grita ela - hoje fomos ao ginásio e depois fomos para os duches e todas as raparigas têm o peito lisinho, mas eu... olha...!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ela levanta a camisola e mostra um peito tamanho 36D.&lt;br /&gt;- Muito bem! Diz a mãe embaraçada.&lt;br /&gt;- É porque eu sou loura, mamã?&lt;br /&gt;- Não Ana, é porque tu tens 24 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107840300707651268?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107840300707651268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107840300707651268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107840300707651268' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Loura&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107840287572496581</id><published>2004-03-04T12:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-04T12:24:33.950Z</updated><title type='text'>Existe um Portugal desconhecido que espera por si</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/cagdubo3.jpg" border="0" alt="colh"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107840287572496581?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107840287572496581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107840287572496581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107840287572496581' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Existe um Portugal desconhecido que espera por si&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107840275766064362</id><published>2004-03-04T12:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-04T12:22:17.716Z</updated><title type='text'>Distraído pela rapariga</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/pic16512.gif" border="0" alt="distr"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107840275766064362?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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alt="vogal"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107840264826262793?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107840264826262793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107840264826262793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107840264826262793' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Vogais&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107831201439956602</id><published>2004-03-03T11:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-03T11:09:53.140Z</updated><title type='text'>Informações</title><content type='html'>Uma mulher telefonou para o hospital de Santa Maria:&lt;br /&gt;-Bom dia, gostaria de falar com alguém que me desse informações sobre os&lt;br /&gt;pacientes. Queria saber se certa pessoa está melhor ou piorou...&lt;br /&gt;-Qual é o nome do paciente?&lt;br /&gt;-Chama-se Maria Isabel e está no quarto 302.&lt;br /&gt;-Vou-lhe passar para o departamento das enfermeiras..  &lt;br /&gt; -Bom dia, o que deseja?&lt;br /&gt;-Gostaria de saber a condição da Maria Isabel do quarto 302 por favor!&lt;br /&gt;-Só um momento, vou olhar para os registos... hummm--- ok, de facto,&lt;br /&gt;ela já está a esta a comer duas refeições hoje, a pressão no sangue está&lt;br /&gt;estável e vai ser tirada da máquina que monotoriza o coração dentro de&lt;br /&gt;algumas horas se continuar neste ritmo. O Dr Jorge deve dar-lhe alta na&lt;br /&gt;terca feira às 12h.&lt;br /&gt;-Graças a Deus! São noticias maravilhosas! Que alegria!&lt;br /&gt;-Pelo seu entusiasmo, deve ser alguém muito proximo, talvez da familia?&lt;br /&gt;-Nem por isso, sou a Maria Isabel do quarto 302! Ninguém me diz merda&lt;br /&gt;nenhuma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107831201439956602?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107831201439956602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107831201439956602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107831201439956602' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Informações&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107831176343422156</id><published>2004-03-03T11:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-03T11:05:42.200Z</updated><title type='text'>Mensagens em placards</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/portmelhor727.jpg" border="0" alt="politica"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107831176343422156?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107831176343422156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107831176343422156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107831176343422156' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Mensagens em placards&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107831165856068050</id><published>2004-03-03T11:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-03T11:03:57.356Z</updated><title type='text'>Rena precisa-se</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/santas hr.jpg" border="0" alt="job"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107831165856068050?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107831158913080567?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107831158913080567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107831158913080567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107831158913080567' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Acesso em escada&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107831145978280718</id><published>2004-03-03T10:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-03T11:00:38.606Z</updated><title type='text'>Do produtor ao consumidor</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/291220037593.jpg" border="0" alt="leite"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107831145978280718?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107831145978280718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107831145978280718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107831145978280718' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Do produtor ao consumidor&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107831136513387778</id><published>2004-03-03T10:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-03T10:59:14.153Z</updated><title type='text'>Penis e peitos</title><content type='html'>No jantar, a filha adolescente pergunta para a sua mãe&lt;br /&gt;" Mãe, quantos tipos de pénis existem?".&lt;br /&gt;A mãe, surpresa, responde, olhando pro marido cinqüentão:&lt;br /&gt;" Bem, filha, um homem, passa por três fases. Aos vinte anos, o penis de um&lt;br /&gt;homem é duro e erecto como um carvalho. Dos trinta aos quarenta é como um&lt;br /&gt;salgueiro, flexível mas seguro. Aos cinquenta ele fica como uma árvore de&lt;br /&gt;Natal." &lt;br /&gt;"Uma árvore de Natal?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sim, seca e com umas bolas penduradas para decoração"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filho pergunta então para o seu pai:&lt;br /&gt;"E os peitos, pai, quantos tipos de peitos existem?".&lt;br /&gt;O pai, já fulo, responde:&lt;br /&gt;"Bem, filho, há três tipos de peitos. Aos vinte anos os peitos de uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;são como melões, redondinhos e firmes.&lt;br /&gt;Dos trinta aos quarenta eles são como peras, ainda agradáveis mas um pouco&lt;br /&gt;caídos. Depois dos cinqüenta, eles ficam como cebolas".&lt;br /&gt;"Cebolas?". &lt;br /&gt;"É, você olha para eles e chora...".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107831136513387778?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107831136513387778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107831136513387778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107831136513387778' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Penis e peitos&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107831128312079135</id><published>2004-03-03T10:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-03T10:57:41.950Z</updated><title type='text'>Perdidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/11186_orig.gif" border="0" alt="noway"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107831128312079135?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107831128312079135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107831128312079135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107831128312079135' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Perdidos&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107831119545691598</id><published>2004-03-03T10:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-03T10:56:14.293Z</updated><title type='text'>Ponei</title><content type='html'>Uma senhora grávida pergunta ao seu filho de seis anos:&lt;br /&gt;- Então, filho, o que é que preferes? Um mano ou uma mana?&lt;br /&gt;- Ó mãe, se não te doer muito, o que eu queria mesmo era um pónei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107831119545691598?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107831119545691598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107831119545691598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107831119545691598' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Ponei&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107831113310420320</id><published>2004-03-03T10:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-03T10:55:11.966Z</updated><title type='text'>Flutuar</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/experienciadogato.jpg" border="0" alt="gato"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107831113310420320?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107831113310420320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107831113310420320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107831113310420320' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Flutuar&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107831104798494861</id><published>2004-03-03T10:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-03T10:53:46.856Z</updated><title type='text'>Filho diferente</title><content type='html'>O velhinho no leito de morte pergunta à esposa:&lt;br /&gt; - Querida, por favor, sê sincera. Eu sempre achei o nosso sexto&lt;br /&gt;filho &lt;br /&gt;um pouco estranho. &lt;br /&gt; - Ele tem um pai diferente dos outros, não tem?&lt;br /&gt; Lavada em lágrimas, a mulher pede perdão e diz que sim.&lt;br /&gt; O marido pergunta então curioso:&lt;br /&gt;- Quem é o pai? &lt;br /&gt; E a mulher, super sincera responde:&lt;br /&gt; - És tu! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107831104798494861?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107831104798494861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107831104798494861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107831104798494861' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Filho diferente&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107831098023883958</id><published>2004-03-03T10:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-03T10:52:38.513Z</updated><title type='text'>Buraco na parede</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/universal.jpg" border="0" alt="parede"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107831098023883958?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107831098023883958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107831098023883958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107831098023883958' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Buraco na parede&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107824114329478292</id><published>2004-03-02T15:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-02T15:28:40.623Z</updated><title type='text'>Café</title><content type='html'>Um tipo chega à pastelaria e pede: Por favor,um café à enfica!&lt;br /&gt;O empregado: Desculpe, mas não sei o que pretende.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tipo esclarece: É fraquinho, muito fraquinho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107824114329478292?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107824114329478292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107824114329478292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107824114329478292' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Café&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107824102251275505</id><published>2004-03-02T15:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-02T15:26:39.860Z</updated><title type='text'>Um carro muito original</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/84337156.jpg" border="0" alt="um"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/84337420.jpg" border="0" alt="dois"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/84336024.jpg" border="0" alt="Três"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/84337231.jpg" border="0" alt="quatro"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/8433729.jpg" border="0" alt="cinco"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107824102251275505?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107824102251275505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107824102251275505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107824102251275505' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Um carro muito original&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107824064270249660</id><published>2004-03-02T15:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-02T15:20:20.123Z</updated><title type='text'>Caminhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=" http://www.bml.psy.ruhr-uni-bochum.de/Demos/BMLwalker.swf"&gt;Reproduzir o movimento&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107824064270249660?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107824064270249660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107824064270249660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107824064270249660' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Caminhar&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107824049343116830</id><published>2004-03-02T15:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2004-03-02T15:17:50.890Z</updated><title type='text'>Deadline</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/xmas.jpg" border="0" alt="25"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107824049343116830?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107824049343116830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107824049343116830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107824049343116830' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Deadline&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107824041929858050</id><published>2004-03-02T15:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-02T15:16:36.780Z</updated><title type='text'>Diversos III</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/pic4.jpg" border="0" alt="Firewind"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107824041929858050?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107824041929858050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107824041929858050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107824041929858050' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Diversos III&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107824035776557040</id><published>2004-03-02T15:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-02T15:15:35.250Z</updated><title type='text'>Modelos à escala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://herobuilders.com/"&gt;Herois e vilões&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107824035776557040?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107824035776557040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107824035776557040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107824035776557040' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Modelos à escala&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107824025072511793</id><published>2004-03-02T15:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-02T15:13:48.233Z</updated><title type='text'>diversos II</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/pic10.jpg" border="0" alt="three"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/pic6.jpg" border="0" alt="four"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107824025072511793?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107824025072511793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107824025072511793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107824025072511793' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;diversos II&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107824016458524249</id><published>2004-03-02T15:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-02T15:12:22.110Z</updated><title type='text'>Telemóveis especiais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lojadotelemovel.com/product_info.php?products_id=8353"&gt;Aston Martin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107824016458524249?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107824016458524249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107824016458524249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107824016458524249' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Telemóveis especiais&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107824004004720033</id><published>2004-03-02T15:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-02T15:10:17.606Z</updated><title type='text'>Diversos</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/pic12.jpg" border="0" alt="one"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/pic11.jpg" border="0" alt="two"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107824004004720033?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107824004004720033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107824004004720033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107824004004720033' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Diversos&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107823989073655299</id><published>2004-03-02T15:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-02T15:07:48.326Z</updated><title type='text'>Protesto</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/protesto.jpg" border="0" alt="piercing"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107823989073655299?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107823989073655299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107823989073655299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107823989073655299' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Protesto&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107788223540578691</id><published>2004-02-27T11:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-27T11:46:46.936Z</updated><title type='text'>Novo referendo sobre o aborto</title><content type='html'>Entretanto, ouve-se dizer que o país vai ser, de novo, referendado sobre&lt;br /&gt;o aborto. Ao que consegui apurar, a questão que será exposta aos&lt;br /&gt;cidadãos já está formulada e é aqui avançada em primeira mão. A saber:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual a sua opinião sobre o aborto?&lt;br /&gt;a) Tem sido um bom primeiro-ministro.&lt;br /&gt;b) Tem sido um primeiro-ministro ineficaz.&lt;br /&gt;c) Nem sequer tem sido primeiro-ministro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107788223540578691?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107788223540578691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107788223540578691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107788223540578691' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Novo referendo sobre o aborto&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107788215529333625' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;A canção dos Coconuts&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107788199679062830</id><published>2004-02-27T11:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-27T11:42:48.343Z</updated><title type='text'>A história do Mamute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.infonegocio.com/xeron/mamut.html"&gt;Mamute&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107788199679062830?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107788199679062830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107788199679062830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107788199679062830' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;A história do Mamute&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107788164358573681</id><published>2004-02-27T11:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-27T11:37:18.513Z</updated><title type='text'>Caixa de correio para gays</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/cx corresp1.jpg" border="0" alt="lado"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/cx corresp2.jpg" border="0" alt="frente"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107788164358573681?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107788164358573681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107788164358573681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107788164358573681' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Caixa de correio para gays&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107788090583315830</id><published>2004-02-27T11:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-27T11:24:37.560Z</updated><title type='text'>Curiosidade do Google</title><content type='html'>Ok, so we agree to a certain point that we all use Google. Ok, not all, 98%&lt;br /&gt;of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, load the Google page http://www.google.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now type in the Google search window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miserable failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, check the first link that Google offers you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107788090583315830?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107788090583315830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107788090583315830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107788090583315830' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Curiosidade do Google&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107788081236523004</id><published>2004-02-27T11:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-27T11:23:04.090Z</updated><title type='text'>Sinais errados</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/pic7.jpg" border="0" alt="sem"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/pic8.jpg" border="0" alt="saida"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107788081236523004?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107788081236523004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107788081236523004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107788081236523004' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Sinais errados&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107788065746180308</id><published>2004-02-27T11:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-27T11:20:29.216Z</updated><title type='text'>Humor de motorista</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/pastedgraphic4.gif" border="0" alt="bus"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107788065746180308?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107788065746180308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107788065746180308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107788065746180308' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Humor de motorista&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107787966903911649</id><published>2004-02-27T11:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-27T11:04:00.950Z</updated><title type='text'>Assalto no sinal</title><content type='html'>Golpe do sinal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não costumo acreditar neste tipo de avisos e muito menos costumo&lt;br /&gt;reencaminhá-los, mas achei que era importante alertar-te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem muito cuidado ao parar nos semáforos onde ficam aqueles&lt;br /&gt;Malabaristas com fogo. Enquanto o motorista está assistindo ao show,&lt;br /&gt;outro&lt;br /&gt;Malabarista vem por trás e atira um cocktail molotov para dentro do&lt;br /&gt;carro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O motorista, assustado e com o carro em chamas, sai correndo&lt;br /&gt;desesperado.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse momento, surge um terceiro malabarista, que vem pela direita&lt;br /&gt;E joga um chimpanzé adestrado dentro do carro, vestindo um fato com&lt;br /&gt;isolante&lt;br /&gt;térmico.&lt;br /&gt;Este chimpanzé, treinado na cidade do Cairo (Egito) e alimentado&lt;br /&gt;com damascos gigantes da Nova Guiné, rouba o auto-rádio e tudo o que&lt;br /&gt;houver dentro do automóvel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto isso, dois falcões peruanos de caça fazem vôos rasantes&lt;br /&gt;sobre a cabeça do motorista, distraindo a sua atenção para o que está&lt;br /&gt;acontecendo dentro do carro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o chimpanzé retorna, eles fogem numa tronineta motorizada&lt;br /&gt;Verde musgo, fazendo uma pirâmide humana e cantando "A Festa" de Ivete&lt;br /&gt;Sangalo, rumo a outro sinal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O marido da prima da vizinha da cunhada da tia de um amigo meu,&lt;br /&gt;passou por isso, então resolvi dar o alerta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107787966903911649?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107787966903911649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107787966903911649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107787966903911649' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Assalto no sinal&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107770992744315074</id><published>2004-02-25T11:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-25T11:55:22.560Z</updated><title type='text'>Vingança das mulheres</title><content type='html'>Depois de tantas piadinhas que os homens fazem sobre as&lt;br /&gt;mulheres chegou a hora da Vingança!!!... Divirtam-se!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PORQUE O PÊNIS TEM UM BURACO NA PONTA?&lt;br /&gt;Para oxigenar o cérebro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O QUE TEM EM COMUM O CLITÓRIS, OS ANIVERSÁRIOS E AS SANITAS?&lt;br /&gt;São coisas que um homem nunca acerta!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PORQUE OS HOMENS SÃO COMO OS ANÚNCIOS COMERCIAIS?&lt;br /&gt;Você não pode acreditar em uma palavra do que eles dizem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUAL A DIFERENÇA ENTRE HOMENS E PORCOS?&lt;br /&gt;Porcos não viram homens quando bebem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O QUE AS MULHERES MAIS ODEIAM OUVIR QUANDO ESTÃO TENDO SEXO DE BOA QUALIDADE?&lt;br /&gt;Querida, cheguei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PORQUE OS HOMENS NA CAMA SÃO COMO COMIDA DE MICROONDAS?&lt;br /&gt;30 segundos e está pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUANTOS HOMENS SÃO NECESSÁRIOS PARA TROCAR UM ROLO DE PAPEL HIGIÊNICO VAZIO?&lt;br /&gt;Não se sabe; nunca se viu nenhum deles fazendo isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PORQUE DEUS CRIOU PRIMEIRO O HOMEM, E SO DEPOIS A MULHER?&lt;br /&gt;Porque as experiências são feitas com ratos e depois com humanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PORQUE OS HOMENS NÃO TEM CRISE DE MEIA-IDADE?&lt;br /&gt;Porque todos param o amadurecimento mental na adolescência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUAL A DIFERENÇA ENTRE IR A UM BAR SOZINHA E IR A UM CIRCO?&lt;br /&gt;Quando você vai ao circo, os palhaços não falam com você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PORQUE OS HOMENS GOSTAM DE MULHERES INTELIGENTES?&lt;br /&gt;Porque os opostos se atraem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUAL A DIFERENÇA ENTRE OS HOMENS E AS FRUTAS?&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, as frutas amadurecem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PORQUE AS PILHAS SÃO MELHORES QUE OS HOMENS?&lt;br /&gt;Porque elas tem pelo menos um lado positivo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POR QUE SÃO NECESSÁRIOS MILHÕES DE ESPERMATOZÓIDES PARA FERTILIZAR UM ÚNICO ÓVULO?&lt;br /&gt;Porque os espermatozóides são masculinos, e machistas, e se negam a&lt;br /&gt;perguntar o caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUAL A SEMELHANÇA ENTRE OS HOMENS E OS ESPERMATOZÓIDES?&lt;br /&gt;Só se salva um em um milhão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107770992744315074?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107770992744315074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107770992744315074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107770992744315074' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Vingança das mulheres&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107770967571683222</id><published>2004-02-25T11:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-25T11:52:00.983Z</updated><title type='text'>O carro da Barbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/0070.jpg" border="0" alt="uno"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/0130.jpg" border="0" alt="due"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/0140.jpg" border="0" alt="tre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/0190.jpg" border="0" alt="quatre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/0290.jpg" border="0" alt="cinque"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/0300.jpg" border="0" alt="sei"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/0360.jpg" border="0" alt="sete"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/0390.jpg" border="0" alt="oto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/0430.jpg" border="0" alt="nueve"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/0470.jpg" border="0" alt="diz"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107770967571683222?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107770967571683222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107770967571683222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107770967571683222' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;O carro da Barbie&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107770923946832931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107770923946832931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107770923946832931' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;diversos II&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107770916236615127</id><published>2004-02-25T11:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-25T11:42:11.046Z</updated><title type='text'>Diversos</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/w20.jpg" border="0" alt="primo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/sx91.jpg" border="0" alt="secon"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107770916236615127?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107770916236615127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107770916236615127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107770916236615127' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Diversos&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107770903892404535</id><published>2004-02-25T11:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-25T11:40:25.030Z</updated><title type='text'>Noé e a arca nos dias de hoje</title><content type='html'>Um dia o Senhor chamou Noé da Silva e ordenou-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;"Dentro de seis meses farei chover ininterruptamente durante 40 dias e 40&lt;br /&gt;noites, fazendo que todo o Portugal seja coberto pelas águas.Os maus serão&lt;br /&gt;destruídos, mas quero salvar os justos e um casal de cada espécie animal.&lt;br /&gt;Vai e constrói uma arca de madeira".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tempo certo, os trovões deram o aviso e os relâmpagos cruzaram océu.&lt;br /&gt;Noé da Silva chorava, ajoelhado no quintal de sua casa, quando ouviu a voz&lt;br /&gt;do Senhor soar, furiosa, entre as nuvens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Onde está a arca, Noé?"&lt;br /&gt;- "Perdoai-me, Senhor" - suplicou o homem. -  "Fiz o que pude, mas&lt;br /&gt;encontrei dificuldades imensas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro tentei obter uma licença da Câmara Municipal, mas para isto, além&lt;br /&gt;das altas taxas para obter o alvará, pediram-me  ainda uma contribuição para&lt;br /&gt;a campanha da reeleição dos Presidentes de Câmaras.&lt;br /&gt;Como precisava de dinheiro, fui aos bancos e não consegui empréstimos, mesmo&lt;br /&gt;aceitando aquelas taxas de juros. Afinal, nem teriam mesmo como me cobrar&lt;br /&gt;depois do dilúvio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois veio o Corpo de Bombeiros exigir um sistema de prevenção de incêndio&lt;br /&gt;e alguma ajuda para a compra de uns helicópteros, mas consegui contornar,&lt;br /&gt;subornando um funcionário.&lt;br /&gt;Começaram então os problemas com a extracção da madeira nas áreas ardidas.&lt;br /&gt;Eu disse que eram ordens "Suas" mas eles só queriam saber se eu tinha&lt;br /&gt;"projecto de reflorestamento" e um tal de "plano de manejo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste meio tempo, a Quercus descobriu também uns casais de animais guardados&lt;br /&gt;em meu quintal. Além da pesada multa, o fiscal falou em "prisão&lt;br /&gt;inafiançável" e acabei por ter que matar o fiscal, pois para este crime a&lt;br /&gt;lei é mais branda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando resolvi começar a obra na  praia, apareceu a Fiscalização, que me&lt;br /&gt;multou porque eu não tinha um engenheiro naval responsável pela construção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois, apareceu o Sindicato exigindo que eu contratasse seus marceneiros&lt;br /&gt;que ficaram desempregados com este Governo e com garantia de emprego por um ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veio em seguida o Fisco, acusando-me  de  "sinais exteriores de riqueza" e&lt;br /&gt;também me multou.&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente, quando a Secretaria de Estado do Ambiente pediu o "Relatório de&lt;br /&gt;Impacto Ambiental" sobre a zona a ser inundada,mostrei o mapa de Portugal.E–&lt;br /&gt;quiseram internar-me  num hospital psiquiátrico!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noé da Silva terminou o relato chorando mas notou que o céu clareava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Senhor, então não vais mais destruir Portugal?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Não!" - respondeu a voz entre as nuvens - "Pelo que ouvi de ti, Noé&lt;br /&gt;...cheguei tarde! Alguém já se encarregou de fazer isso antes de mim"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107770903892404535?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107770903892404535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107770903892404535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107770903892404535' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Noé e a arca nos dias de hoje&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' 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href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107770879691567101' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Todos passamos dificuldades, até os animais&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107770872571892179</id><published>2004-02-25T11:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-25T11:34:54.483Z</updated><title type='text'>O homem do saco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/journal/ailaehs/"&gt;Para quem é inocente&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107770872571892179?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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alt="sogras"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107770856889274407?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107770856889274407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107770856889274407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107770856889274407' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Sogras!&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107770847341438986</id><published>2004-02-25T11:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-25T11:30:42.233Z</updated><title type='text'>Judas uma vez, judas para sempre</title><content type='html'>Jesus, muito preocupado, chama os seus discípulos e apóstolos para uma&lt;br /&gt;reunião de emergência devido ao alto consumo de drogas na Terra. &lt;br /&gt;Depois de muito pensar chegam à conclusão de que a melhor maneira de&lt;br /&gt;combater a situação e resolvê-la definitivamente é provar a droga eles&lt;br /&gt;mesmos e depois tomar as medidas adequadas. Decide-se que uma comissão&lt;br /&gt;de discípulos desça à Terra e recolha diferentes drogas. Efectua-se a&lt;br /&gt;operação secreta e dois dias depois começam a regressar os comissários.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus espera à porta do céu. Quando chega o primeiro:&lt;br /&gt;- Quem é? &lt;br /&gt;- Sou o Paulo. &lt;br /&gt;Jesus abre a porta:&lt;br /&gt;- E o que trazes, Paulo?&lt;br /&gt;- Trago haxixe de Marrocos.&lt;br /&gt;- Muito bem, filho. Entra. &lt;br /&gt;- Quem é? &lt;br /&gt;- Sou o Marcos. &lt;br /&gt;- E o que trazes, Marcos?&lt;br /&gt;- Trago marijuana da Colômbia&lt;br /&gt;- Muito bem, filho. Entra. &lt;br /&gt;- Quem é? &lt;br /&gt;- Sou o Mateus &lt;br /&gt;- E o que trazes, Mateus?&lt;br /&gt;- Trago cocaína da Bolívia.&lt;br /&gt;- Muito bem, filho. Entra&lt;br /&gt;- Quem é? &lt;br /&gt;- Sou o João. &lt;br /&gt;Jesus abre a porta e pergunta de novo:&lt;br /&gt;- E tu, o que trazes, João?&lt;br /&gt;- Trago crack de Nova Iorque.&lt;br /&gt;- Muito bem, filho. Entra.&lt;br /&gt;- Quem é? &lt;br /&gt;- Sou o Lucas &lt;br /&gt;- E o que trazes, Lucas?&lt;br /&gt;- Trago speeds de Amsterdão.&lt;br /&gt;- Muito bem, filho. Entra.&lt;br /&gt;- Quem é? &lt;br /&gt;- Sou o Judas. &lt;br /&gt;Jesus abre a porta:&lt;br /&gt;- E tu, o que trazes, Judas?&lt;br /&gt;-A POLICIA JUDICIÁRIA! TODOS NO CHÃO! TU TAMBÉM, Ó CABELUDO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107770847341438986?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107770847341438986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107770847341438986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107770847341438986' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Judas uma vez, judas para sempre&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107770835491483072</id><published>2004-02-25T11:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-25T11:28:43.763Z</updated><title type='text'>Um iPod é mais pequeno</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/fw031130.gif" border="0" alt="mexico"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107770835491483072?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107770835491483072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107770835491483072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107770835491483072' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Um iPod é mais pequeno&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107770817604144563</id><published>2004-02-25T11:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-25T11:25:44.920Z</updated><title type='text'>Humor no gelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/snow.jpg" border="0" alt="pila"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107770817604144563?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Mini-conchas&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107770782786968954</id><published>2004-02-25T11:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-25T11:19:56.826Z</updated><title type='text'>Limpeza</title><content type='html'>Vai uma lésbica ao ginecologista e na consulta este diz-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nunca vi uma coisa tão bem tratada e tão limpinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquela responde:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-É que vem cá uma mulher três vezes por semana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107770782786968954?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' 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href="https://www.asseenontvnetwork.com/vcc/telebrands/naturalbra/105907/"&gt;o natural bra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107770777347306281?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107770777347306281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107770777347306281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107770777347306281' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Para enganar os homens&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107718633703565124</id><published>2004-02-19T10:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-19T10:28:17.590Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma mota ou um uniciclo a motor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/pic08426.jpg" border="0" alt="Uni1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/pic20822.jpg" border="0" alt="Uni2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/pic25206.jpg" border="0" alt="Uni3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/pic19055.jpg" border="0" alt="Uni4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/pic22274.jpg" border="0" alt="Uni5"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107718633703565124?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' 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href="http://www.desentupidorarolabosta.com.br/aempresa.htm"&gt;Desentupidora&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107718610037689229?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107718610037689229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107718610037689229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107718610037689229' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Um nome que diz tudo&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107718591260398270</id><published>2004-02-19T10:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-19T10:21:13.246Z</updated><title type='text'>Pelos no nariz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nobodyhere.com/justme/nose.here"&gt;Arranque uns pelos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107718591260398270?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107718591260398270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107718591260398270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107718591260398270' 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src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/po-maturach-w-chinach.jpg" border="0" alt="Firewind"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/po-maturach-w-usa.jpg" border="0" alt="Firewind"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107718565715755983?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107718565715755983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107718565715755983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107718565715755983' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Diferenca entre uma universidade chinesa e uma americana&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107710113778406688</id><published>2004-02-18T10:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-18T10:48:16.733Z</updated><title type='text'>Dependências</title><content type='html'>O USO CONTINUO DO ÁLCOOL PODE LEVAR AO USO DE DROGAS MAIS PESADAS?&lt;br /&gt;Não, o álcool e a mais pesada das drogas, apenas uma garrafa de cerveja,&lt;br /&gt;pesa cerca de 900 gramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A CERVEJA CAUSA DEPENDÊNCIA PSICOLÓGICA?&lt;br /&gt;Não. 89,7% dos psicólogos e psicanalistas entrevistados, afirmam que&lt;br /&gt;preferem whisky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS MULHERES GRAVIDAS PODEM BEBER SEM RISCO?&lt;br /&gt;Sim. Esta provado que nos stops da policia, eles nunca lhes pedem pra fazer&lt;br /&gt;o teste do balão...&lt;br /&gt;E quando elas tem que andar em linha recta, os guardas acham que ela está&lt;br /&gt;torta pelo peso da barriga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A CERVEJA PODE DIMINUIR OS REFLEXOS DOS MOTORISTAS?&lt;br /&gt;Não. Uma experiência foi feita c/ mais de 500 motoristas: foi dada 1 caixa&lt;br /&gt;de cerveja para cada um, e, em seguida, colocaram cada um diante de um&lt;br /&gt;espelho. Em nenhum dos casos, os reflexos foram alterados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXISTE ALGUMA RELAÇÃO ENTRE BEBIDA E ENVELHECIMENTO?&lt;br /&gt;Sim. A bebida envelhece muito rápido. Para se ter uma idéia, se vc deixar a&lt;br /&gt;cerveja aberta em cima da mesa por muito tempo sem um acondicionamento&lt;br /&gt;especial, ela perde o seu sabor aproximadamente em quinze minutos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A CERVEJA ATRAPALHA NO RENDIMENTO ESCOLAR?&lt;br /&gt;Não, pelo contrario. Alguns donos de faculdade estão aumentando suas rendas&lt;br /&gt;com a venda de cerveja nas proximidades de bares universitários.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEBIDA MATA?&lt;br /&gt;Sim. Há alguns anos, soube-se que um rapaz, ao passear pelas ruas, foi&lt;br /&gt;atingido por 1 caixa de cerveja que caiu de um camião, levando-o à morte&lt;br /&gt;instantânea.&lt;br /&gt;Alem disso, casos de infarto do miocardio em idosos tem sido associados as&lt;br /&gt;propagandas de cervejas com top models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O QUE FAZ COM QUE A BEBIDA CHEGUE AOS ADOLESCENTES?&lt;br /&gt;Em inúmeras pesquisas feitas por laboratorios de renome, indicam que em&lt;br /&gt;primeiro lugar estaria o empregado do bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ÁLCOOL CAUSA DIMINUIÇÃO DA MEMORIA?&lt;br /&gt;Que eu me lembre não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107710113778406688?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107710113778406688'/><link rel='self' 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107709900231678110</id><published>2004-02-18T10:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-18T10:24:39.123Z</updated><title type='text'>O primeiro susto da Eva</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/eva2.jpg" border="0" alt="Eva"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107709900231678110?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107709900231678110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107709900231678110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107709900231678110' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;O primeiro susto da Eva&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107694474179154409</id><published>2004-02-16T15:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-16T15:25:32.530Z</updated><title type='text'>Recordação funebre</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/recordacafunebre.jpg" border="0" alt="epitafio"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107694474179154409?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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alt="Natal"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107694458619488721?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107694458619488721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107694458619488721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107694458619488721' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;O Pai Natal dá sempre o que se pede&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107694447140491351</id><published>2004-02-16T15:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-16T15:17:08.280Z</updated><title type='text'>Que lingua será?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/21112003185219.jpg" border="0" alt="Reum"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107694447140491351?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107694447140491351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107694447140491351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107694447140491351' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Que lingua será?&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107694436982267699</id><published>2004-02-16T15:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-16T15:15:26.716Z</updated><title type='text'>Liberalização da droga</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/file3441.jpg" border="0" alt="fumar"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107694436982267699?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107694436982267699'/><link 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107694425018973270?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107694425018973270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107694425018973270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107694425018973270' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;A escada do sucesso&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107694411677690167</id><published>2004-02-16T15:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-16T15:11:26.700Z</updated><title type='text'>Sinalização</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/novosinais.jpg" border="0" alt="sinais"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107694411677690167?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107694411677690167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107694411677690167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107694411677690167' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Sinalização&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107694405120154955</id><published>2004-02-16T15:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-16T15:10:08.153Z</updated><title type='text'>Tecnologia</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/wireless_technology.jpg" border="0" alt="sem fios"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107694405120154955?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107694405120154955'/><link 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107694388579477204?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107694388579477204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107694388579477204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107694388579477204' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Toda a verdade sobre o Ministro da Defesa&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107694378724345329</id><published>2004-02-16T15:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-16T15:05:44.263Z</updated><title type='text'>Nova sinalização</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://195.22.10.138/imagens/5_1.jpg" border="0" alt="Mijões"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107694378724345329?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107694378724345329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107694378724345329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracolas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107694378724345329' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffaa&quot;&gt;Nova sinalização&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Pedro Coutinho</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KXh9s5lUewI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/S7Fu08YPYYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001441.post-107694353130922041</id><published>2004-02-16T14:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-16T15:01:27.530Z</updated><title type='text'>Para desanuviar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.7fire.com/flash/TurkeyShooter.swf"&gt;Acerte no peru&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001441-107694353130922041?l=gracolas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001441/posts/default/107694353130922041'/><link 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