<?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-5449448311179696573</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:58:29.439-02:00</updated><category term='Namorados'/><category term='POSSITIVEL'/><category term='GAY'/><category term='ORALmente falando'/><category term='CAMISINHA'/><category term='Perguntas e respostas'/><category term='RICARADÃO'/><category term='Vingança'/><category term='ESTRADA DE TERRA'/><category term='manipuladores'/><title type='text'>eu acho que você...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eu acho que voce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147433159154075198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449448311179696573.post-1828412064948713799</id><published>2011-12-12T18:06:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T14:01:34.960-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O estrangeiro de língua estranha</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-__eg921JMgI/TuZetDlvYcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6W98tptk2hg/s1600/estrangeiro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-__eg921JMgI/TuZetDlvYcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6W98tptk2hg/s320/estrangeiro.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;O estrangeiro mora em um pais chamado Violetópolis, mas só fala em azulópolis. Embora sejam cores complementares, não é sempre que se encaixam, pois tudo que as pessoas de Violetópolis dizem é entendido errado pelo estrangeiro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;As pessoas dizem "sim", o estrangeiro entende "não"; elas brincam, ele fala sério; elas o elogiam, o estrangeiro entende como um xingamento e xinga de volta...e aí nunca mais se entendem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;A geografia de Violetópolis é de linhas retas, simples, objetivas. Mas o estrangeiro se perde no caminho, não entende as placas. Olha para as retas e decide fazer curvas, manobras arriscadas e dar voltas e mais voltas. Assim, nunca se encontram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;O estrangeiro não se interessa em aprender a linguagem de Violetópolis. E Violetópolis acha um desaforo aprender a língua do estrangeiro! Por tudo isso, raramente se vê neste país a cor turquesa, que é a mistura do azul com violeta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yj6qo ajU" style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; cursor: pointer; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 2px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 10px; width: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449448311179696573-1828412064948713799?l=euachoquevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/1828412064948713799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-estrangeiro-de-lingua-estranha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/1828412064948713799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/1828412064948713799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-estrangeiro-de-lingua-estranha.html' title='O estrangeiro de língua estranha'/><author><name>Eu acho que voce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147433159154075198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-__eg921JMgI/TuZetDlvYcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6W98tptk2hg/s72-c/estrangeiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449448311179696573.post-5337447563968941081</id><published>2011-11-28T13:26:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T13:57:35.923-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A desquerida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0N4V1MnfX2U/TtOn87IKKlI/AAAAAAAAACs/GcEzWLAxOB0/s1600/chata.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0N4V1MnfX2U/TtOn87IKKlI/AAAAAAAAACs/GcEzWLAxOB0/s320/chata.png" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Eu crio palavras, e "desquerida" é uma criação minha. No português correto seria a "não-querida", ou, aquela que faz absolutamente tudo para ser aceita...e não é!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Escolheu ser professora, mas preferiu não ser o tipo de professora que os alunos gostam. Está sempre atenta para dedurar alguém para os pais e diretores! Ela, elogia as pessoas, mas acaba causando constrangimento pela escolha mal feita do elogio...tenta dar apoio, mas não consegue disfarçar que só está puxando o saco de alguns...procura ser flexivel, mas não consegue parar de mandar nas pessoas...quer fazer parte do grupo, mas não tem cumplicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;É aquela que chega qdo as pessoas estão se divertindo e dá um corte, pois não admite descontração. É sempre a mala....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Mas será que ninguém dá uma chance? Na verdade sim. Mas basta dar uma única chance para ser rasteirado pela "desquerida". Se confia a ela suas idéias, ela as rouba. Se a trata como amiga, ela usa o verbo "eu mando" para mostrar que está no comando. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Mas pq será que tudo nela soa tão falso? talvez pq de fato seja. A desquerida tem mto sangue frio, nunca se abala. Ou melhor só se abala por si mesma.Nem com algum aluno inocente aliado temporário que tentou lhe ajudar. Só chora por si mesma. (Será que ficou assim qdo o marido a abandonou? pode ser...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Sem emoções é fácil para ela manipular pessoas. Uma das táticas é falar demais. Por 2 motivos:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;a).alguém que fala tanto parece ter algo a dizer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;b). vc cansa de ouvir e acaba não prestando atenção; acha que é melhor concordar logo para que ela finalmente pare!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;A desquerida nunca assume nada! Faz cagadas e sempre acaba enrolando alguém para não se responsabilizar. Nesse caso, a tática é a pena (alguém que acredite na síndrome da coitadinha) e o argumento (ou falta de) de que bla..bla..bla...estamos aprendendo sobre este assunto novo e por isso acontecem erros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Lembro da no colegial, chegando agarrada (literalmente) aos livros. Fazendo piadinhas sem graça para ser aceita. Dedurando as pessoas que tentavam colar na prova de matemática...recusando-se a emprestar o caderno...fazendo perguntas ao professor, e ela mesma respondendo com intermináveis bla...bla...bla...recusando emendar feriado!&lt;br /&gt;Ainda hoje, tentando manipular seus alunos mais carentes de atenção para que fiquem ao seu lado e a defenda nas aulas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;O bom é que, por mais manipuladora que a desquerida seja, ela jamais será aceita de verdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449448311179696573-5337447563968941081?l=euachoquevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/5337447563968941081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/11/desquerida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/5337447563968941081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/5337447563968941081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/11/desquerida.html' title='A desquerida'/><author><name>Eu acho que voce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147433159154075198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0N4V1MnfX2U/TtOn87IKKlI/AAAAAAAAACs/GcEzWLAxOB0/s72-c/chata.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449448311179696573.post-1671789229279990168</id><published>2011-07-08T14:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T14:26:08.832-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A feia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YoTLT3eTxEw/Thc8YZApblI/AAAAAAAAACo/82UC7-wvxFU/s1600/feia.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YoTLT3eTxEw/Thc8YZApblI/AAAAAAAAACo/82UC7-wvxFU/s320/feia.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ela era gorda, baixa, sardenta e de cabelos excessivamente crespos, meio arruivados...m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;as que talento tinha para a crueldade. Ela toda era pura vingança."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"...c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;omo essa menina devia nos odiar, nós que éramos imperdoavelmente bonitinhas, esguias, altinhas, de cabelos livres."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000088; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://intervox.nce.ufrj.br/~valdenit/felicida.htm" style="color: #0000cc;" target="_blank"&gt;http://intervox.nce.&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ufrj.br/~valdenit/felicida.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;Esses trechos são da crônica de Clarice Lispector - Felicidade Clandestina. Relendo, vi que ela trata de um assunto que eu sempre pensei e sempre comprovei, mas só comento com os íntimos por causa da hipocrisia e da preguiça de ouvir "tadinho" qdo falo sobre isso. Mas enfim, o que quero dizer é que eu tenho um pé atrás com pessoas feias. Pronto, falei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;A sociedade é cruel, os homens são cruéis e estão sempre caçoando das feias. Ninguém quer amar a baranga. As mulheres são cruéis e estão sempre rindo dos namorados horríveis das outras, pedindo para a amiga design tirar fulano da foto "pq ele está enfeiando minha foto" enfim, é assim, somos fúteis mesmo. Não se trata aqui de uma pessoa normal, e sim, de uma pessoa feia. Essa pessoa tem uma alternativa, e não estou falando de plástica, (se bem que...), ela pode se tornar mto legal e com isso ter charme e desviar o foco. Qdo isso acontece, ótimo, tudo bem, a gente nem acha mais tão feia. Mas ás vezes não acontece pq desde criança sempre foi feinha e cresceu amarga e com ressentimento das bonitinhas. Logo, segundo observações minhas e de Clarice Lispector, essa criatura esperará pacientemente uma oportunidade para se vingar de vc, que é até...bonitinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;Veja o exemplo dessa&amp;nbsp;terrível&amp;nbsp;criatura sacaneada pela natureza que a Clarice fala. A peste não tinha nenhum motivo externo para ser má com as meninas, ela só tinha motivos internos - a péssima constituição física. Mas mesmo assim, essa pessoa amarga esperou ressentida um momento que a vida lhe traria para poder se sentir superior maltratando as amigas mais bonitas! Dá pra confiar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Como diz o coala stylist "não é fácil ser bonito, ainda mais quando se é feio".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449448311179696573-1671789229279990168?l=euachoquevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/1671789229279990168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/07/feia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/1671789229279990168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/1671789229279990168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/07/feia.html' title='A feia'/><author><name>Eu acho que voce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147433159154075198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YoTLT3eTxEw/Thc8YZApblI/AAAAAAAAACo/82UC7-wvxFU/s72-c/feia.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449448311179696573.post-3597444739360300647</id><published>2011-06-26T23:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:25:02.715-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vaca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KLPejpxHoFs/TgfgtLPGG0I/AAAAAAAAACg/LZYzcR226xc/s1600/3177348_P_Lovely-Cow-Girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KLPejpxHoFs/TgfgtLPGG0I/AAAAAAAAACg/LZYzcR226xc/s320/3177348_P_Lovely-Cow-Girl.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Este post, é sobre a campanha Vaca só por hoje. Vou explicar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Existem pessoas que de fato merecem nossa ajuda. Mas existem aquelas pessoas naquelas situações em que elas não merecem, mas a gente decide ser legal, ajuda fazendo um &lt;i&gt;favorzinho&lt;/i&gt;. O problema é que repetir um favor, se a pessoa for ingrata, de repente pode virar uma &lt;i&gt;obrigação &lt;/i&gt;e vc será cobrado se não fizer mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Por exemplo, vc é legal e decide ajudar sua colega de trabalho com o trabalho dela. No 1° dia ela acha lindo, no 2° ja não agradece e no 3° ja virou obrigação. E se vc não faz mais...pronto...ja virou uma Vaca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Então afinal, pq não ser logo de cara uma vaca? Afinal, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;s intituladas "vacas" são as mulheres que não se deixam fazer de boba. Que exigem respeito. Que ajudam quem merece sem se prejudicarem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Imagine que está chovendo, uma daquelas chuvas que não vai parar a noite inteira e o seu namorado está na sua casa sem carro para ir embora. Só que ele foi mto grosseiro e mal educado com vc neste dia. Apesar de estar chateada e com raiva, a franga dentro de vc pensa: "ele não me pediu desculpas, mas está chovendo, e frio, tadinho...poderia ficar aqui e dormir de conchinha, não é mesmo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Não, não é mesmo....vaza criatura! Ele é homem ele supera! Água fria faz bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ou então vc está há um tempão na fila da lanchonete esperando ser atendida. Qdo chega sua vez, vem uma folgada, finge que não te viu e passa na sua frente. Dai sua franga interna pensa: "deixa pra lá, são só mais 5 minutinhos". Mas este é o momento perfeito da sua Vaca interferir e dizer " fim da fila, meu bem".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ou se vc promete ajudar seu amigo com o imposto de renda, só ajudar...mas ele resolve deixar para vc fazer sozinha o imposto dele.Vai fazer? Eu acho que não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Cuidado com as firulas: "eu não sei fazer, e vc é tão inteligente, e é tão legal que eu sei que posso contar com vc" (alerta de manipulação). Diga: "eu acho que não, hoje tenho que adubar minha árvore genealógica", ou qualquer coisa que o deixe com cara de ué.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Como nem sempre é fácil superar a franga e eleger a vaca, farei uma tabelinha de acompanhamento diário de vaquices. Para os meninos, é a mesma coisa, desperte o Vaco que existe em vc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Vaca só por hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_lea6JKrBs/TgoAUPJFaSI/AAAAAAAAACk/ERvb4UWMuEc/s1600/tabelinha.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="157" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_lea6JKrBs/TgoAUPJFaSI/AAAAAAAAACk/ERvb4UWMuEc/s320/tabelinha.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449448311179696573-3597444739360300647?l=euachoquevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/3597444739360300647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/vaca.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/3597444739360300647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/3597444739360300647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/vaca.html' title='A Vaca'/><author><name>Eu acho que voce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147433159154075198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KLPejpxHoFs/TgfgtLPGG0I/AAAAAAAAACg/LZYzcR226xc/s72-c/3177348_P_Lovely-Cow-Girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449448311179696573.post-4099378121832418106</id><published>2011-06-19T18:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T18:28:02.543-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manipuladores'/><title type='text'>A Rainha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--nqnSQAXFok/Tf5prB_vgCI/AAAAAAAAACc/OQC0jCUxJ40/s1600/ana+bolena.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--nqnSQAXFok/Tf5prB_vgCI/AAAAAAAAACc/OQC0jCUxJ40/s320/ana+bolena.png" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Para mim, a rainha mais fodástica que existiu foi Ana Bolena. Apesar de curto reinado de menos de 3 anos, em pouco tempo conseguiu fazer o que parecia&amp;nbsp;impossível:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Fez com que Henrique VIII, que era casado e religioso, demitisse seu principal conselheiro arcebispo,&amp;nbsp;rompesse com a igreja católica,&amp;nbsp;se divorciasse,&amp;nbsp;fundasse outra igreja para se casar com ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Analisando o passo a passo de como ela agiu, vejo que Ana usou contra Henrique as armas que ele mesmo lhe deu. Analisando:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;*O rei tinha&amp;nbsp;absolutamente&amp;nbsp;todas suas vontades satisfeitas, nunca tinha que lutar por nada. Estratégia: deixá-lo lutar por algo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;* Suas vontades eram satisfeitas sem demora. Estratégia: deixar esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;*Henrique era um galinha, saía com todas as mulheres da corte sem o menor esforço, inclusive com a irmã de Ana. Estratégia: apresentar-lhe uma nova sensação - a de não ter -não saindo com ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mas aí existe um perigo. Sendo o rei, mto orgulhoso não se pode apenas dizer "não" para ele, é preciso dizer um "não posso...mas quero".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;E finalmente o golpe de misericórdia: a virtude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Existente ou não, Ana usou a virtude como justificativa para todas as suas negativas. Fez parecer ser um amor impossível e desafiou o ego do rei dizendo que, sendo ele um rei, era maior que a igreja e poderia fazer o que bem entendesse. Ou não poderia??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Daí pode-se pensar que sim, de fato Ana era bonita, educada, fina...mas tantas outras tb não eram? então pq tanto reboliço para ficar com ela especificamente?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O que ele precisava de era conquistar Ana (pessoa), ou era satisfazer sua vontade ancestral de lutar por uma causa, se empenhar, acreditar que pode vencer, esperar, e finalmente conseguir? (ego).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;As pessoas querem alguém pelo que a outra pessoa é, ou pelo que ela representa? É o que eu sinto por ela ou como ela faz eu me sentir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Seja o que for, Ana Bolena conseguiu atingir os pontos certos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449448311179696573-4099378121832418106?l=euachoquevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/4099378121832418106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/rainha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/4099378121832418106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/4099378121832418106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/rainha.html' title='A Rainha'/><author><name>Eu acho que voce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147433159154075198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--nqnSQAXFok/Tf5prB_vgCI/AAAAAAAAACc/OQC0jCUxJ40/s72-c/ana+bolena.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449448311179696573.post-8732975724557465472</id><published>2011-06-14T15:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T15:57:08.094-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vingança'/><title type='text'>Sr Karma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ljm1mmGWDFE/TfetpnyMu-I/AAAAAAAAACY/NsR9riynsxM/s1600/karma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ljm1mmGWDFE/TfetpnyMu-I/AAAAAAAAACY/NsR9riynsxM/s320/karma.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Esta história é verídica, e é a prova de que ásvezes...existe justiça neste mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O Sr Karma namorou 5 anos. Sempre traiu a Srta Subestimadae sempre achou que ela nunca desconfiou, até o dia em que ela terminou o namoropois estava com casamento marcado... com outro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Desde então, ele se tornou um corno amargo e saiu por aí falandomal das mulheres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O Sr Karma começou a sair com a chefe dele, a sra Luxúriaque era casada. Claro que o Sr Karma sempre subestimou a sra Luxúria dizendoque ela era uma dependente e grudenta. Um belo dia, a sra Luxúria ficou viúva, eo Sr Karma, já praticamente se vendo assumindo a empresa, pensou que agora elaprecisaria dele como nunca, e imaginou como seria estafante aturar aquelamulher dependente e apaixonada por ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Acontece que o Sr Karma foi olhar o computador dela e acaboudescobrindo que a sra Luxúria tinha um caso com seu estagiário, o Sr Espertinhoque era bem mais novo que o amargo Sr Karma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Esquecendo a hierarquia, e o detalhe que ela era tb sua chefe, o Sr Karma xingou a sra Luxúria comos piores palavrões que sabia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Hoje está sem mulher, sem emprego e sem moral. E o karmada sra Luxúria continua sendo brincar com os Espertinhos sem se importar em sersubestimada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449448311179696573-8732975724557465472?l=euachoquevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/8732975724557465472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/sr-karma.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/8732975724557465472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/8732975724557465472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/sr-karma.html' title='Sr Karma'/><author><name>Eu acho que voce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147433159154075198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ljm1mmGWDFE/TfetpnyMu-I/AAAAAAAAACY/NsR9riynsxM/s72-c/karma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449448311179696573.post-3243330796369122254</id><published>2011-06-09T22:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T15:38:18.288-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perguntas e respostas'/><title type='text'>Encomendando baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;RicarAdão e cobra, andei notando que a minha namorada esta querendo engravidar, anda passando em frente a lojas de roupas de bebê, e fica falando (olha que gracinha), O que eu faço RicarAdão pois fiz sexo sem camisinha , e ela afirma estar tomando anticoncepcional. Devo acreditar nela?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449448311179696573-3243330796369122254?l=euachoquevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/3243330796369122254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/encomendando-baby.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/3243330796369122254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/3243330796369122254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/encomendando-baby.html' title='Encomendando baby'/><author><name>Eu acho que voce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147433159154075198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449448311179696573.post-5262793036605607690</id><published>2011-06-09T22:58:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T17:05:32.422-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Namorados'/><title type='text'>Dia dos namorados</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Querida Cobra e RicarAdão, quero passar uma noite romântica com meu namorado, mas ele não é mto meigo...vcs tem alguma sugestão? Aninha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449448311179696573-5262793036605607690?l=euachoquevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/5262793036605607690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/dia-dos-namorados.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/5262793036605607690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/5262793036605607690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/dia-dos-namorados.html' title='Dia dos namorados'/><author><name>Eu acho que voce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147433159154075198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449448311179696573.post-1359366102562890033</id><published>2011-06-09T22:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T16:25:13.080-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perguntas e respostas'/><title type='text'>Mulher de malandro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Terminei com meu ex porque ele é muito galinha e agora estou com outro. Mas ainda gosto do ex e, às vezes, ainda fico com ele! O que devo fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Putchiinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449448311179696573-1359366102562890033?l=euachoquevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/1359366102562890033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/mulher-de-malandro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/1359366102562890033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/1359366102562890033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/mulher-de-malandro.html' title='Mulher de malandro'/><author><name>Eu acho que voce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147433159154075198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449448311179696573.post-8613713543573138029</id><published>2011-06-09T22:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T16:25:13.080-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perguntas e respostas'/><title type='text'>Pulga na cuéca</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Por que os homens estão sempre ajeitando o pinto nas calças?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449448311179696573-8613713543573138029?l=euachoquevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/8613713543573138029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/pulga-na-cueca.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/8613713543573138029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/8613713543573138029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/pulga-na-cueca.html' title='Pulga na cuéca'/><author><name>Eu acho que voce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147433159154075198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449448311179696573.post-340375054760949924</id><published>2011-06-09T18:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T17:45:30.936-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESTRADA DE TERRA'/><title type='text'>Trilhando a estrada de terra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Caro RicarAdão, porque depois que ofereci a opção 2 o meu namorado despreza a minha opção 1? Me sinto rejeitada por isso...o que devo fazer? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Carlinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449448311179696573-340375054760949924?l=euachoquevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/340375054760949924/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/trilhando-estrada-de-terra.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/340375054760949924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/340375054760949924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/trilhando-estrada-de-terra.html' title='Trilhando a estrada de terra'/><author><name>Eu acho que voce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147433159154075198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449448311179696573.post-3352937466741037589</id><published>2011-06-09T18:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T17:41:01.062-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GAY'/><title type='text'>"Bi" or not to "Bi"</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-8070127443364146093" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 25px; margin-top: 0.5em;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Oi to com raros problemas minha namorada gosta de assitir filme porno comig , mas ja percebi que ela gosta de filme de lesbica será que ela é bi e que devo fazer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449448311179696573-3352937466741037589?l=euachoquevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/3352937466741037589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/bi-or-not-to-bi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/3352937466741037589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/3352937466741037589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/bi-or-not-to-bi.html' title='&quot;Bi&quot; or not to &quot;Bi&quot;'/><author><name>Eu acho que voce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147433159154075198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449448311179696573.post-8498379775161362591</id><published>2011-06-09T18:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T17:45:56.470-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ORALmente falando'/><title type='text'>Ué!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;RicarAdão,gostaria de sua opinião... Tive um caso com um cara durante 2 anos. E nesse período fiz sexo oral nele apenas 1x!!! Isso pq em um certo dia eu não queria sexo então ele me pediu. Depois nunca mais... então resolvi pedir, uma vez que adoro,e o indivíduo respondeu que não gostava!!! pode?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Vc acha isso normal? Eu sou eu que gosto demais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Ass. Pecadora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449448311179696573-8498379775161362591?l=euachoquevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/8498379775161362591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/ue.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/8498379775161362591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/8498379775161362591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/ue.html' title='Ué!'/><author><name>Eu acho que voce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147433159154075198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449448311179696573.post-1776374846663430992</id><published>2011-06-09T18:10:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T17:44:24.823-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ORALmente falando'/><title type='text'>Dilema oral</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt class="comment-author " id="c1021200989709828648" style="background-position: 0px 1.5em; border-top-color: rgb(130, 130, 130); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; margin-left: -45px; padding-left: 45px; padding-top: 1.5em;"&gt;Anônimo disse...É melhor cuspir ou engolir?&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt class="comment-author " id="c1021200989709828648" style="background-position: 0px 1.5em; border-top-color: rgb(130, 130, 130); border-top-style: dashed; border-top-width: 1px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; margin-left: -45px; padding-left: 45px; padding-top: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449448311179696573-1776374846663430992?l=euachoquevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/1776374846663430992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/dilema-oral.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/1776374846663430992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/1776374846663430992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/dilema-oral.html' title='Dilema oral'/><author><name>Eu acho que voce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147433159154075198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449448311179696573.post-7794992335562082326</id><published>2011-06-09T17:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T17:48:13.043-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RICARADÃO'/><title type='text'>pergunta pessoal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lyjt4ReUmJU/TfEqCGSAYPI/AAAAAAAAACU/cQoaAafYSSI/s1600/ricarAdao_rosto.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lyjt4ReUmJU/TfEqCGSAYPI/AAAAAAAAACU/cQoaAafYSSI/s1600/ricarAdao_rosto.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;RicarAdão ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Por que a prantinha é tão pequenininha ??? É porque cobra é d'água ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Ass.: Catuaba Nervosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449448311179696573-7794992335562082326?l=euachoquevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/7794992335562082326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/pergunta-pessoal.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/7794992335562082326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/7794992335562082326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/pergunta-pessoal.html' title='pergunta pessoal'/><author><name>Eu acho que voce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147433159154075198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lyjt4ReUmJU/TfEqCGSAYPI/AAAAAAAAACU/cQoaAafYSSI/s72-c/ricarAdao_rosto.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449448311179696573.post-2911769560018821439</id><published>2011-06-09T17:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T17:46:45.940-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POSSITIVEL'/><title type='text'>Possitivel!!!! e operante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Eu tenho uma amiga com hiv possitivel só que muto gostosa e fica se insinuando pra mim devo traçar ela usando camisa .. mas tenho medo da camisinha estourar dae que vou fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449448311179696573-2911769560018821439?l=euachoquevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/2911769560018821439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/possitivel-e-operante.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/2911769560018821439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/2911769560018821439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/possitivel-e-operante.html' title='Possitivel!!!! e operante'/><author><name>Eu acho que voce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147433159154075198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449448311179696573.post-4590154575946274437</id><published>2011-06-09T17:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T17:45:00.008-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GAY'/><title type='text'>ser ou não ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lyjt4ReUmJU/TfEqCGSAYPI/AAAAAAAAACU/cQoaAafYSSI/s1600/ricarAdao_rosto.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lyjt4ReUmJU/TfEqCGSAYPI/AAAAAAAAACU/cQoaAafYSSI/s1600/ricarAdao_rosto.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;RicarAdão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Vendo sua foto no Post senti algo crescer em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Será que sou Gay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Ass.: H_Curioso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449448311179696573-4590154575946274437?l=euachoquevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/4590154575946274437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/ser-ou-nao-ser.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/4590154575946274437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/4590154575946274437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/ser-ou-nao-ser.html' title='ser ou não ser'/><author><name>Eu acho que voce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147433159154075198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lyjt4ReUmJU/TfEqCGSAYPI/AAAAAAAAACU/cQoaAafYSSI/s72-c/ricarAdao_rosto.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449448311179696573.post-3453859622350779789</id><published>2011-06-09T16:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T17:49:10.103-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAMISINHA'/><title type='text'>Quer uma verdade?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nbAtDdOvlcE/TfEabPnf5bI/AAAAAAAAACQ/cTUA3oPDFOQ/s1600/ricarAdao_rosto.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nbAtDdOvlcE/TfEabPnf5bI/AAAAAAAAACQ/cTUA3oPDFOQ/s1600/ricarAdao_rosto.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Anônimo disse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-1697185170073745403" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 25px; margin-top: 0.5em;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;RicarAdão-OLA, minha pergunta é o seguinte: Minha namorada ja toma anticoncepcional há mais de 5 anos, mas ela insiste em fazer sexo uma vez por mês, perto da menstruação dela e ainda por cima com camisinha, pq assim ela não fica tão encanada quanto a engravidar…&lt;br /&gt;Quais as chances de ela engravidar tomando anticoncepcional e fazendo sexo com camisinha??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Não sei como vc aguenta ficar 5 anos mandando na camisinha....Isso é algo sobrenatural ... Ainda mais uma vez por mes somente...So pode ter uma explicação....ela tem outro...e faz de tudo com ele... Parta para outra...e claro ...No Pelo do Carneiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RicarAdão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449448311179696573-3453859622350779789?l=euachoquevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/3453859622350779789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/quer-uma-verdade.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/3453859622350779789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/3453859622350779789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/quer-uma-verdade.html' title='Quer uma verdade?'/><author><name>Eu acho que voce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147433159154075198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nbAtDdOvlcE/TfEabPnf5bI/AAAAAAAAACQ/cTUA3oPDFOQ/s72-c/ricarAdao_rosto.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449448311179696573.post-22305623155267764</id><published>2011-06-09T15:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T16:25:13.083-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perguntas e respostas'/><title type='text'>Colaboradores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Tt_Jhrlpcs/TfENywGGyjI/AAAAAAAAACM/Y2RRZUfrFqM/s1600/ricardao_cobra.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="172" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Tt_Jhrlpcs/TfENywGGyjI/AAAAAAAAACM/Y2RRZUfrFqM/s320/ricardao_cobra.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Agora no&amp;nbsp;paraíso, a venenosa Cobra e o RicarAdão...que é o Adão com uma dose de sacanagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Para quem tem dúvidas sobre relacionamento, sexo, cabelo, decoração, java....etc...mande uma pergunta que eles respondem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Lembrando que é mais fácil postar com a opção anônimo e colocar o nome depois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449448311179696573-22305623155267764?l=euachoquevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/22305623155267764/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/colaboradores.html#comment-form' title='40 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/22305623155267764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/22305623155267764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/colaboradores.html' title='Colaboradores'/><author><name>Eu acho que voce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147433159154075198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Tt_Jhrlpcs/TfENywGGyjI/AAAAAAAAACM/Y2RRZUfrFqM/s72-c/ricardao_cobra.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449448311179696573.post-4842213936047514553</id><published>2011-06-05T17:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T17:17:39.762-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para postar</title><content type='html'>Para postar é melhor escolher a opção "anônimo" e depois colocar o nome embaixo. Assim não precisa fazer login.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449448311179696573-4842213936047514553?l=euachoquevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/4842213936047514553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/para-postar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/4842213936047514553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/4842213936047514553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/para-postar.html' title='Para postar'/><author><name>Eu acho que voce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147433159154075198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449448311179696573.post-3524560053516981072</id><published>2011-06-05T16:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T14:17:54.402-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GAY'/><title type='text'>Português? não! é Portugay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zAWoArqa9GQ/Tevbi9zXuuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CJvkgt1F0Vk/s1600/portugay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zAWoArqa9GQ/Tevbi9zXuuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CJvkgt1F0Vk/s320/portugay.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Todo gay que se preze &amp;nbsp;é no mínimo bilingüe. Fala português e portugay. Conversando com meus amigos gays sempre fico um pouco boaindo com as palavras ditas em lingua portugay ou com sotaque boyolês. Então resolvi explicar alguns termos com a ajuda do Paulo Cocota, que é praticamente um poliglota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mapô / racha: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;mulher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bofe:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;homem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tô bege/rosa pink/rosa chiclé : &lt;/b&gt;expressão de espanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sapa:&lt;/b&gt; lésbica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sapatinha:&lt;/b&gt; aspirante à lésbica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ato de "colar velcro"&lt;/b&gt;: ato sexual entre duas sapas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hétero flex:&lt;/b&gt; hétero curioso que de vez em qdo vai experimentar o lado de lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aquendar&lt;/b&gt;: grudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Desaquendar&lt;/b&gt;: desgrudar. Ex.: ai bicha...desaquenda disso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AlôKa:&lt;/b&gt; serve para finalizar comentários maldosos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dar o truque/bicha truqueira&lt;/b&gt;: pessoa que mente e engana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elza: &lt;/b&gt;roubo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rola:&lt;/b&gt; orgão sexual masculino, com variações entre Rolona (pra quem tem sorte) e rolinha (que tristeza).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uó:&lt;/b&gt; tudo de ruim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Urso:&lt;/b&gt; homem gordo e peludo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ocó:&lt;/b&gt; homem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disanena:&lt;/b&gt; fazer cocô.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aqué:&lt;/b&gt; dinheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bofescândalo:&lt;/b&gt; bofe super mara (mara de maravilha).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bee:&lt;/b&gt; apelido carinhoso para amigo gay (independente do nome dele).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mona:&lt;/b&gt; gay afeminado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Futum&lt;/b&gt;: fedor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fazer a Egípicia: &lt;/b&gt;olhar de ladinho sem virar a cabeça - olhar pelo rabo do olho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Esses são os termos básicos. Para quem desejar se aprofundar mais na dilética da linguagem gay, favor procurar Paulo Cocota...especialmente se vc for moreno, 1,90, olhos azuis...rolona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To bege, fui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ah, acrescentei mais alguns, valeu as dicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449448311179696573-3524560053516981072?l=euachoquevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/3524560053516981072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/portugues-nao-e-portugay.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/3524560053516981072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/3524560053516981072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/portugues-nao-e-portugay.html' title='Português? não! é Portugay!'/><author><name>Eu acho que voce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147433159154075198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zAWoArqa9GQ/Tevbi9zXuuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CJvkgt1F0Vk/s72-c/portugay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449448311179696573.post-5460045562248028066</id><published>2011-06-03T10:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T10:19:31.307-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Commodities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e4xWazNx72Q/TejYa0ndOeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VUQNoTJeT44/s1600/commodities.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e4xWazNx72Q/TejYa0ndOeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VUQNoTJeT44/s1600/commodities.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Já dizia Bia Falcão, personagem de Fernanda Montenegro na novela Belíssima:&lt;i&gt; "o pior que pode acontecer a uma mulher é ser comum"&lt;/i&gt;. Ou seja, tornar-se commodities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;No marketing, classificamos commodities os produtos que são iguaizinhos, fabricados em grande escala, sem nenhum diferencial em relação à concorrência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Quem compra commodities é quem não se importa com a qualidade do produto ou quem não pode pagar por um personalizado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Não só em produtos, mas tb entre as pessoas existem mtos commodities. Fácil de reconhecer, normalmente andam em bandos. Por exemplo, bando de barbies, todas loiras platinadas de escova progressiva, 350 ml de silicone, vestindo Márcia Melo e forçoso sotaque paulista (mesmo sendo nativa de Sumaré).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Fale com uma e falará com todas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Na categoria machos, tb temos os commodities. Fabricados em séries com cabelos de topete ou variações de Justin Bieber. Usa baby look apertadinha, é bombado e por isso, eventualmente sofre de paumolência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Geralmente não chama nenhuma mulher pelo nome, mas chama de "gata" ou "linda".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Fale com um e falará com todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mas a grande sacanagem é quando vc luta a vida toda para aprimorar mais a personalidade, sair do senso comum, e aí conhece alguém que no começo acha super legal namorar alguém com personalidade, mas depois...não segura o reggae e tenta cortas suas asinhas, jogando fora o diferencial e querendo te transformar em que? Em mais um commodities! Pode isso?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449448311179696573-5460045562248028066?l=euachoquevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/5460045562248028066/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/commodities.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/5460045562248028066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/5460045562248028066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/06/commodities.html' title='Commodities'/><author><name>Eu acho que voce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147433159154075198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e4xWazNx72Q/TejYa0ndOeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VUQNoTJeT44/s72-c/commodities.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449448311179696573.post-2458318366896116673</id><published>2011-05-27T17:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T18:55:22.118-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cartomante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAe7A4gAgU/TeAGKCgsMJI/AAAAAAAAABw/ArdeWkmoETg/s1600/dona_maria.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAe7A4gAgU/TeAGKCgsMJI/AAAAAAAAABw/ArdeWkmoETg/s320/dona_maria.png" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Os frouxos eu não sei, mas todas as meninas do blog frequentam uma mesma cartomante, a nossa querida dona Mary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;É perita em acertar tudo, especialmente as más noticias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D. Mary: vc está num relacionamento, bem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Egocentrica (felizinha): sim!!! estou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D. Mary: ah, não vai durar nada, viu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Picuinheira: Conheci um homem lindo, rico, inteligente, vai dar certo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D. Mary: vai dar sim... ele que vai dar, pq esse aí gosta de homem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Dissimulada: vou me casar com meu namorado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D. Mary: não, vai acabar na semana que vem. Mas vc vai conhecer outra pessoa. Está bem pertinho de vc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Dissimulada: pertinho, que bom! qdo? semana que vem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D. Mary: não, daqui há uns 2 ou 3 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Pecadora: dona Mary, estou mto sozinha, vou conseguir pecar logo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D. Mary: o mais próximo que vc vai chegar do pecado nos próximos 6 meses será pegar no cabo grande da vassoura para varrer a sala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tempo variável para as más notícias se concretizarem: em média 1 semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tempo variável para as boas noticias se concretizarem: 1 ano!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Não é justo!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449448311179696573-2458318366896116673?l=euachoquevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/2458318366896116673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/05/cartomante.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/2458318366896116673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/2458318366896116673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/05/cartomante.html' title='A Cartomante'/><author><name>Eu acho que voce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147433159154075198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUAe7A4gAgU/TeAGKCgsMJI/AAAAAAAAABw/ArdeWkmoETg/s72-c/dona_maria.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449448311179696573.post-8105470898195489472</id><published>2011-05-27T12:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T18:57:35.771-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Egocêntrica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bdlh3xjnz20/Td-54tHCVRI/AAAAAAAAABs/0da0UrI5wN0/s1600/Egocentrica.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bdlh3xjnz20/Td-54tHCVRI/AAAAAAAAABs/0da0UrI5wN0/s320/Egocentrica.png" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A egocentrica, de fato gosta de si mesma. Não se importa em ficar sozinha em casa pq a sua própria companhia é a melhor do mundo (famosa &lt;i&gt;eu-comigo-mesma&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Geralmente não esconde isso, mto contrário, esta pessoa que tenho em mente, em particular, sempre diz frases como " EU, Eu, Eu" e&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;" gosto de homens que se oferecem naturalmente para fazer tudo por mim".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tb não gosta de esperar... seus pedidos devem ser prioridade sempre.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ex. egocêntrica diz: &lt;i&gt;"nossa! promoção de sapato"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Grávida prestes a parir diz: &lt;i&gt;" mas meu bebê está nascendo".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Egocêntrica: &lt;i&gt;" adestra esse moleque...ele não viu que são 20% de desconto, manda esperar"&lt;/i&gt; (baseado em fatos reais).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O inferno de relacionamento para a egocêntrica é estar com alguém que não faça gentilmente agrados no dia dia... elogios, consertos das instalações elétricas da casa, comida....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Como ser o homem mais interessante do mundo para a egocentrica? Sendo mto parecido com ela! Nada melhor do que se ver projetada no outro. Quem será este ser malévolo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449448311179696573-8105470898195489472?l=euachoquevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/8105470898195489472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/05/egocentrica.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/8105470898195489472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/8105470898195489472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/05/egocentrica.html' title='A Egocêntrica'/><author><name>Eu acho que voce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147433159154075198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bdlh3xjnz20/Td-54tHCVRI/AAAAAAAAABs/0da0UrI5wN0/s72-c/Egocentrica.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449448311179696573.post-9106985409853064585</id><published>2011-05-24T15:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T15:16:12.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Frouxo pelas circunstâncias além do alcance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KUAIpfpNgDc/Tdv1tGSNHrI/AAAAAAAAABo/ViF_9h-mSWE/s1600/frouxo3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KUAIpfpNgDc/Tdv1tGSNHrI/AAAAAAAAABo/ViF_9h-mSWE/s1600/frouxo3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Saiu de Paraisópolis um artigo da bióloga nativa falando de uma triste teoria (é verdade, ouvi na CBN). Segue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Existem muitas mulheres. Mulheres tomam mta água. Água dá vontade de fazer xixi. Xixi de mulher tem hormônio de mulher. Eles vão para água. Homens bebem água. Afrouxam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ou seja, segundo esta teoria, macho que é macho sem frescura, não toma água, só cachaça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449448311179696573-9106985409853064585?l=euachoquevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/9106985409853064585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/05/frouxo-pelas-circunstancias-alem-do.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/9106985409853064585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/9106985409853064585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/05/frouxo-pelas-circunstancias-alem-do.html' title='Frouxo pelas circunstâncias além do alcance'/><author><name>Eu acho que voce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147433159154075198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KUAIpfpNgDc/Tdv1tGSNHrI/AAAAAAAAABo/ViF_9h-mSWE/s72-c/frouxo3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449448311179696573.post-1126968208951006958</id><published>2011-05-24T14:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T14:18:05.327-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Geneticamente frouxo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NsSGLGNyBDM/Tdvn_iY7DzI/AAAAAAAAABk/9SW-RDSDarI/s1600/quadro_frouxo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NsSGLGNyBDM/Tdvn_iY7DzI/AAAAAAAAABk/9SW-RDSDarI/s1600/quadro_frouxo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Outra cientista de Paraisópolis defende a teoria do afrouxamento passado de pais para filho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quem não reconhece um pequeno frouxo? É aquele garotinho que fala com voz chorosa e fanhosa. Que tem medo de subir nos brinquedos do parque. É o primeiro a denunciar os amigos que subiram na árvore do vizinho ou que colaram na prova.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O frouxinho geralmente tem um pai frouxão que comeu mto frango, ou uma mãe superprotetora e castradora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Já adulto, o jovem frouxo passa a falsa sensação de estabilidade para as mulheres, que pensam ver na figura do frouxo, um bom partido, já que ele nunca teria coragem de pular a cerca. Mas ele pula sim. Pula e é descoberto, e como todo o frouxo...chora de medo!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449448311179696573-1126968208951006958?l=euachoquevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/1126968208951006958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/05/geneticamente-frouxo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/1126968208951006958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/1126968208951006958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/05/geneticamente-frouxo.html' title='Geneticamente frouxo'/><author><name>Eu acho que voce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147433159154075198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NsSGLGNyBDM/Tdvn_iY7DzI/AAAAAAAAABk/9SW-RDSDarI/s72-c/quadro_frouxo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449448311179696573.post-7642963803079487246</id><published>2011-05-24T10:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T10:26:59.016-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Frouxo e o frango</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ChH6128HPzo/TdusE5L3inI/AAAAAAAAABc/cP-fivcgc6Y/s1600/frango.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ChH6128HPzo/TdusE5L3inI/AAAAAAAAABc/cP-fivcgc6Y/s320/frango.png" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O frouxo nem sempre é assumido. Mtas vezes o frouxo se faz forte, mas chega a hora de encarar de frente a situação....pronto! O homem enfrouxa! (mulher tb mas isso é outro post...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;De onde vem a frouxice? Cientistas conceituadas de Paraisópolis têm algumas teorias:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teoria do frango&lt;/b&gt;: segundo a nutricionista Dra Vanerd, a vida moderna faz com que o homem desejoso de comer frango ingira sem querer o hormônio feminino – o estrogênio – presente no frango em conserva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Apoiando esta teoria, temos o fato de que ao comprar o frango, é possível pedi-lo sem pele. E convenhamos, a frase: “ só como frango sem pele” é nível avançado de afrouxamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Outro fator determinante na teoria do frango e do homem moderno, é que com as facilidades dos congelados não se tem mais a necessidade de praticar exercício físico correndo atrás do frango para depois de pegá-lo sem dó nem piedade e torcer-lhe o pescoço. Sem dúvida este ato não é para frouxos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Principais sintomas da presença do estrogênio: chora fácil, usa o verbo magoar na primeira pessoa (eu-magoado), não assume compromissos, bota um ovo por qualquer coisa. Cacareja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5449448311179696573-7642963803079487246?l=euachoquevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/7642963803079487246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-frouxo-e-o-frango.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/7642963803079487246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5449448311179696573/posts/default/7642963803079487246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euachoquevoce.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-frouxo-e-o-frango.html' title='O Frouxo e o frango'/><author><name>Eu acho que voce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147433159154075198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ChH6128HPzo/TdusE5L3inI/AAAAAAAAABc/cP-fivcgc6Y/s72-c/frango.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449448311179696573.post-5113824502796419271</id><published>2011-05-23T14:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T15:48:29.282-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissimulada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zqkad1W0Nbc/TdqTlKI8_2I/AAAAAAAAABY/EESOH0xDm3c/s1600/Dissimulada..png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zqkad1W0Nbc/TdqTlKI8_2I/AAAAAAAAABY/EESOH0xDm3c/s1600/Dissimulada..png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E&lt;b&gt;u acho que neste caso é melhor que a Dissimulada apareça aqui com seu namorado ausente de côncavo, já que para existir dissimulação é preciso existir o objeto atuante da situação.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Para a Dissimulada, o amor tem outro nome e sobrenome, chama-se: dependência emocional.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seu namorado nipônico tem ausência de côncavos nos olhos, e a Dissimulada se encarregou de que esta ausência fosse também mental.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- “Como foi seu dia?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- “Como estão os trabalhos da faculdade?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fingindo falso interesse pelas coisas do japodeis, e aproveitando o egocentrismo dele, dia a dia cria-se uma dependência emocional, e ele não quer mais viver sem alguém que se interesse tanto pela vida dele.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fim de semana, lá vem o nipônico (que canta numa banda, te contei?):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-“Quer ouvir minha nova música?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela pára de fazer as unhas e diz: “Claro querido, adoro suas músicas!”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; 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