tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14809557762034321962024-03-16T17:35:42.332+00:00Sabedoria de MouraUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3623125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480955776203432196.post-19314971268587343422024-03-09T11:40:00.003+00:002024-03-09T11:40:25.843+00:00da sopa de letras <div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinxcg9waT-rYuhuT6mHzogs6WSGIJlSyVa-SmK_2aD2ZSY_Skl8RXAoUhmq2oxDxXNz4x-BThKr6ieul7E5eoy_5OnvWoaKmeZih56U2VjieVj4SyIM27sVdsKjCeMuk6Sl0gPxVeLhTuK3eKR__Jb45ZFfCXP_VOeEY7AqzgHFCni1QB-kmEwcA1uBq0/s900/sarcastic%20022fa%20(15)1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="483" data-original-width="900" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinxcg9waT-rYuhuT6mHzogs6WSGIJlSyVa-SmK_2aD2ZSY_Skl8RXAoUhmq2oxDxXNz4x-BThKr6ieul7E5eoy_5OnvWoaKmeZih56U2VjieVj4SyIM27sVdsKjCeMuk6Sl0gPxVeLhTuK3eKR__Jb45ZFfCXP_VOeEY7AqzgHFCni1QB-kmEwcA1uBq0/w640-h344/sarcastic%20022fa%20(15)1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Reordenar duas letras em Mercadona resulta em duas asneiras.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480955776203432196.post-27956746056716309822024-03-08T23:44:00.005+00:002024-03-09T11:35:26.101+00:00da integridade<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf2TRK8dLxcpjU8_YV2uvlUyW15Ty9dv8uimLCMjF1s1QW4YVeaC7B0W4mqj0IvY5GuMJTLn_fNNO2QqFT-4ljFGgFvM7_59lrVHY668CGcVR2iq_WZYfJuWkunThCsiOGYo-6K4hS7xef36ceorPuhHwsoM8y7ISAJc45x3Gh4hv19UGv9jy_AgnI3OU/s900/sarcastic%20022fa%20(15)%20(3a)1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="483" data-original-width="900" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf2TRK8dLxcpjU8_YV2uvlUyW15Ty9dv8uimLCMjF1s1QW4YVeaC7B0W4mqj0IvY5GuMJTLn_fNNO2QqFT-4ljFGgFvM7_59lrVHY668CGcVR2iq_WZYfJuWkunThCsiOGYo-6K4hS7xef36ceorPuhHwsoM8y7ISAJc45x3Gh4hv19UGv9jy_AgnI3OU/w640-h344/sarcastic%20022fa%20(15)%20(3a)1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Sou um homem de princípios, cujos meios justificam os fins.</span></div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480955776203432196.post-68485491652650302542024-03-08T23:10:00.004+00:002024-03-08T23:10:39.170+00:00das hipocrisias<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9zXUtWwTrfxCKOu5v1yOPvZHI_Q-hIp5IXornjam5dGaY74dhHtjR4yIT22Ltd26Ckv5OPwMjsRbBP19MqHns7A3939qAkJavnhdvYSyEE0LMydyYGTpGXY2XbZOODAr2yCo6ZlBGPrZHOW6eUEkfTnbkuFZiNYkAQC7Liv9WZ_dr-5wQgdEGbHB_ooI/s900/jornal%200002%20(28)1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="483" data-original-width="900" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9zXUtWwTrfxCKOu5v1yOPvZHI_Q-hIp5IXornjam5dGaY74dhHtjR4yIT22Ltd26Ckv5OPwMjsRbBP19MqHns7A3939qAkJavnhdvYSyEE0LMydyYGTpGXY2XbZOODAr2yCo6ZlBGPrZHOW6eUEkfTnbkuFZiNYkAQC7Liv9WZ_dr-5wQgdEGbHB_ooI/w640-h344/jornal%200002%20(28)1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">Quem diz que o salário mínimo deve ser mantido ou descido, nunca aufere o salário mínimo.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">baseado numa publuicação original de 7 de março de 2013</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480955776203432196.post-30052275019233728732024-03-08T23:04:00.004+00:002024-03-08T23:04:51.355+00:00da procrastinação<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisYX7HbTbeiFg-O2vq-qbRHMHGQQm26zO_eJSQFSjur_zflutD4jSr71gkD7abVxJjr5uQONRr4jp9ZdMtwvryO8QcK7s2_qsKSf8Tywi-efvCYXdkIyXZJqVrxR13OreIWZlip06W7KhfCbN2H3YKCHK5uE64jBbXzprsFE69O3nzrhpRLUZBa4I1XjM/s900/bra%C3%A7os%20cruzados%200002%20(32)%20(3)%20(2)a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="483" data-original-width="900" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisYX7HbTbeiFg-O2vq-qbRHMHGQQm26zO_eJSQFSjur_zflutD4jSr71gkD7abVxJjr5uQONRr4jp9ZdMtwvryO8QcK7s2_qsKSf8Tywi-efvCYXdkIyXZJqVrxR13OreIWZlip06W7KhfCbN2H3YKCHK5uE64jBbXzprsFE69O3nzrhpRLUZBa4I1XjM/w640-h344/bra%C3%A7os%20cruzados%200002%20(32)%20(3)%20(2)a.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>- Então, voltaste a não fazer a barba?</p><p>- A minha cara ouviu dizer que era um dia informal...</p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="text-align: center;">Baseado numa publicação original de</span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span>7 de março de 2011</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480955776203432196.post-91239476424808196082024-03-08T22:27:00.002+00:002024-03-08T22:27:18.405+00:00dos estados<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5m19CN_OLyfdd-uHp_ei8JA6kU_yTanyJB1_g3xr5AwB6UsIBhXj9QJDrjSSUabFXMGgVzsbxGhseyKkqBVzkvmTbNYc7sBA6TMXHyucrHky16ZzMER2GsnQCTQA-hjxjYnVJs_GAwjt0VCPBYo5zIitpM31xqEv9DE_8SuRI-RN46iDQpifY3kBkkSM/s900/pensorridente%20027t1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="483" data-original-width="900" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5m19CN_OLyfdd-uHp_ei8JA6kU_yTanyJB1_g3xr5AwB6UsIBhXj9QJDrjSSUabFXMGgVzsbxGhseyKkqBVzkvmTbNYc7sBA6TMXHyucrHky16ZzMER2GsnQCTQA-hjxjYnVJs_GAwjt0VCPBYo5zIitpM31xqEv9DE_8SuRI-RN46iDQpifY3kBkkSM/w640-h344/pensorridente%20027t1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Se rebentarem as águas a uma grávida na sauna, será mais correcto rebentaram os vapores?</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Baseado numa publicação original de</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small; text-align: left;">7.03.11</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480955776203432196.post-2637532605857185372024-03-08T22:03:00.001+00:002024-03-08T22:03:11.038+00:00do desequilíbrio de valores<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYHgiM-aF6GO_F-orL2dD6TrWF1XFrNBNGC5xHWJaald6_EqFiSs-JLBmVb0aGbKOgtyynCIFGkilI5FWHxhlBOJOb6cS-DtuLOCVOQa6UqiJut2E57s6b0lCTKxSABacQ847qfnipV-SwNlDiwh_RY6Uy6eUnHuX_Hpo3lBT7dArb8dxF2qKfe5gBj44/s900/hipnose%20006%20(9)1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="483" data-original-width="900" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYHgiM-aF6GO_F-orL2dD6TrWF1XFrNBNGC5xHWJaald6_EqFiSs-JLBmVb0aGbKOgtyynCIFGkilI5FWHxhlBOJOb6cS-DtuLOCVOQa6UqiJut2E57s6b0lCTKxSABacQ847qfnipV-SwNlDiwh_RY6Uy6eUnHuX_Hpo3lBT7dArb8dxF2qKfe5gBj44/w640-h344/hipnose%20006%20(9)1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">A vida não tem preço, mas pode morrer-se por uns trocos.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Baseado numa publicação original de</span><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-small; text-align: left;">07.02.2020</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480955776203432196.post-10571999184538308952024-03-07T22:48:00.005+00:002024-03-09T15:30:46.132+00:00da imaginação forçada<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJw4ChSnLtUZ0iowL-rNhupwbYY1WCf5Bl0wD4cHYDpdqdoaqjwWU91BIJKfAJj5ZGgdnWLgf2AaUhGquqFHA04KDcpQhKlLGxmlyVQITol4IuF7VTLDgrFKerpKBJyOGs0FtQHK6B_oOeUCOd7ZdS5wFFxYNtv6ujLtNEZRzQ583YLDxU_-DoYhnqolc/s900/sorridente%20001a2%20(18)1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="483" data-original-width="900" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJw4ChSnLtUZ0iowL-rNhupwbYY1WCf5Bl0wD4cHYDpdqdoaqjwWU91BIJKfAJj5ZGgdnWLgf2AaUhGquqFHA04KDcpQhKlLGxmlyVQITol4IuF7VTLDgrFKerpKBJyOGs0FtQHK6B_oOeUCOd7ZdS5wFFxYNtv6ujLtNEZRzQ583YLDxU_-DoYhnqolc/w640-h344/sorridente%20001a2%20(18)1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="text-align: left;">O segundo disco de Darwin Deez intitula-se Songs For Imaginative People (2013) porque é preciso imaginar que é bom ...</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Baseado numa publicação original de 7 de março de 2013 </p><span class="xh99ass" style="animation-name: none; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none;"><span aria-hidden="true" face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="animation-name: none; background-color: #242526; color: #b0b3b8; font-size: 13px; transition-property: none;"></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480955776203432196.post-70908376616821791112024-03-05T23:41:00.001+00:002024-03-05T23:41:06.760+00:00da introspecção<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO7S_P8by1kTj_xGinmDOOhSi_uI8-FevcV0-vDxPyi5vmveXpqB6CfJP_orCKf_kGRQYq1OZvf-1uDJxN_dMVSAdD6a4TI-XjJLuiQ7aW7WaPaQ4pRfOuC2YxQPa0bMvgkXXbf3xmRqmLLZeJywIXcic96V60jrIAawkcEq6NaA8ia0kM1o5f5Y-2HJM/s900/pensativo%20002%20(19)1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="483" data-original-width="900" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO7S_P8by1kTj_xGinmDOOhSi_uI8-FevcV0-vDxPyi5vmveXpqB6CfJP_orCKf_kGRQYq1OZvf-1uDJxN_dMVSAdD6a4TI-XjJLuiQ7aW7WaPaQ4pRfOuC2YxQPa0bMvgkXXbf3xmRqmLLZeJywIXcic96V60jrIAawkcEq6NaA8ia0kM1o5f5Y-2HJM/w640-h344/pensativo%20002%20(19)1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Se redigisse hoje o seu próprio elogio fúnebre, sentir-se-ia orgulhoso de si?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;">baseado numa publicação original de 21 de janeiro de 2019 que lia:</span></span></p><div style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #333333; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"><div style="margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;">"Se tivesse que redigir hoje o seu próprio elogio fúnebre ficaria feliz com o que tinha para dizer de si próprio?"</span></div><div style="margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;">e foi há dias reconstruída insatisfatoriamente como: </span></div><div style="margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;">"Se redigisse hoje o seu próprio elogio fúnebre, ficaria feliz com o resultado?"</span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480955776203432196.post-13743283629113249822024-03-03T16:53:00.005+00:002024-03-03T16:53:51.099+00:00das aparências<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIVy0vZN9VWcISqwNurWgtBdjwWPqU25A4wPJrUbqQ6J0g9qOMXL8VrdLoobBQ8PIuuTlRR7TNn3bNwRDxbuTXVcsQSTlL0ncTKTyR2GBNGOMyWbWgX2EZFaYY8LCH6vZ0MTrVVaXMKALmoGTG_EXyOPumKEPmyCVLOw34SEAkGKV411zlVvWtTqaIsRM/s900/candyy%20005%20(8)1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="483" data-original-width="900" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIVy0vZN9VWcISqwNurWgtBdjwWPqU25A4wPJrUbqQ6J0g9qOMXL8VrdLoobBQ8PIuuTlRR7TNn3bNwRDxbuTXVcsQSTlL0ncTKTyR2GBNGOMyWbWgX2EZFaYY8LCH6vZ0MTrVVaXMKALmoGTG_EXyOPumKEPmyCVLOw34SEAkGKV411zlVvWtTqaIsRM/w640-h344/candyy%20005%20(8)1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Quando uma desconhecida aceita o meu pedido de amizade, sinto-me mais bonito.</div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Baseado numa publicação original de 27 de dezembro de 2013</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480955776203432196.post-32604830291943998502024-03-03T13:39:00.003+00:002024-03-03T13:39:26.956+00:00da introspecção<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxj3w_GsOPNZ2IRwjnUjyCQIo4AmcBrqarDDHVLFnMAFgcOeebaiLx5HlXYpcCjEe5lDldRZ3z9IMjqZxH29ZKUCfnNbLAcYaUOWHZI7w68aBJT5XVQX9FIBAc21pn7_gEfaGctaF3oEUy1yo6lZuVAn7dFzIM2NmyFwtlycaDA-7J-ncKTRzrXsXdZ-Q/s900/pensativo%20061a1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="483" data-original-width="900" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxj3w_GsOPNZ2IRwjnUjyCQIo4AmcBrqarDDHVLFnMAFgcOeebaiLx5HlXYpcCjEe5lDldRZ3z9IMjqZxH29ZKUCfnNbLAcYaUOWHZI7w68aBJT5XVQX9FIBAc21pn7_gEfaGctaF3oEUy1yo6lZuVAn7dFzIM2NmyFwtlycaDA-7J-ncKTRzrXsXdZ-Q/w640-h344/pensativo%20061a1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div>Se redigisse hoje o seu próprio elogio fúnebre, ficaria feliz com o resultado?</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">baseado numa publicação original de 21 de janeiro de 2019</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Se tivesse que redigir hoje o seu próprio elogio fúnebre ficaria feliz com o que tinha para dizer de si próprio?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480955776203432196.post-79872299152502220232024-03-03T13:14:00.004+00:002024-03-03T20:38:37.391+00:00dos apelidos<p style="text-align: center;"><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: small;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrVbDwWrqAIUaDY4pxlRigISKh0bH_Z1s185rw9XaoISprHHhyphenhyphen6pxUL_9GgjaiS7pid5jtJ_-pRJkX-Fg_WBkx1CANRTjx8uMVbE4b_MONtYHdo0C1Z-NSUAlYU1z-7tQaHV-1s3EOna7Fkc8MS-bH1ClI3jo9nAokME87SRjDROVVXl_N4INNsFLuaU0/s900/capacete%20003m1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="483" data-original-width="900" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrVbDwWrqAIUaDY4pxlRigISKh0bH_Z1s185rw9XaoISprHHhyphenhyphen6pxUL_9GgjaiS7pid5jtJ_-pRJkX-Fg_WBkx1CANRTjx8uMVbE4b_MONtYHdo0C1Z-NSUAlYU1z-7tQaHV-1s3EOna7Fkc8MS-bH1ClI3jo9nAokME87SRjDROVVXl_N4INNsFLuaU0/w640-h344/capacete%20003m1.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: small;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;">O apelido Alferes nunca ajudou uma carreira no exército.</div></span><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480955776203432196.post-85905450055193976762024-03-03T13:10:00.002+00:002024-03-03T20:38:14.765+00:00dos verbos<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirEQur-OPDnltE2LDnAMUo3O-zOPLpmWmUme7YWlq-OPWIYDAPLhxisrcnlEOE1ATIXeV6nWNQqNPkkgEz4A784uJggKfYyEb6Qx6mxQSpFcLZ0D8rm1a68I7EK31M0z9OakFaaIE8WiowgUPFoZ76TtL__Aryjy_ortTh1FEurVxPDAOBg5d6cPWspNM/s900/candyy%20002%20(28)a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="483" data-original-width="900" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirEQur-OPDnltE2LDnAMUo3O-zOPLpmWmUme7YWlq-OPWIYDAPLhxisrcnlEOE1ATIXeV6nWNQqNPkkgEz4A784uJggKfYyEb6Qx6mxQSpFcLZ0D8rm1a68I7EK31M0z9OakFaaIE8WiowgUPFoZ76TtL__Aryjy_ortTh1FEurVxPDAOBg5d6cPWspNM/w640-h344/candyy%20002%20(28)a.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Os verbos mais satisfeitos são os copulativos.</div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Baseado numa publicação original de 1 de Novembro de 2012</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480955776203432196.post-13966493989404683992024-03-03T01:21:00.002+00:002024-03-03T01:21:28.066+00:00aliterações sugestivas<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJZy5UtTbjBkvFkreyzb_ieNZmjTKN7_XB3wFufyFb0TIg37IpH4Ln5AA7VDipog2hVU5O1ZIGTYMYOISbmJYCFPBFF41Yn-oXlNmqyo03TbdE9YumiyGPKMiAJW36D_o4WJxMqFzqwABMn83yUmN-2_PruXEBgA0JE3-Jz5w6doAy2Oy9jwy3M23PP8I/s900/desigual%200003%20(33)a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="483" data-original-width="900" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJZy5UtTbjBkvFkreyzb_ieNZmjTKN7_XB3wFufyFb0TIg37IpH4Ln5AA7VDipog2hVU5O1ZIGTYMYOISbmJYCFPBFF41Yn-oXlNmqyo03TbdE9YumiyGPKMiAJW36D_o4WJxMqFzqwABMn83yUmN-2_PruXEBgA0JE3-Jz5w6doAy2Oy9jwy3M23PP8I/w640-h344/desigual%200003%20(33)a.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Baguete com bagaço tem aliteração suficiente para ser um prato de sucesso?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Construído de um original que lia: </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">«<span style="text-align: left;">O menu de baguete com bagaço podia ter singrado. Nem que fosse pelo poder aliciante da aliteração.»</span></span></div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480955776203432196.post-62881332400517314042024-03-03T00:05:00.003+00:002024-03-03T20:39:00.934+00:00das conveniências<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmq7ur8qoVZnMh5fBqTghK0NlxakOqg2sz6PXdWz4m_bMwYQD-Iz0C4vj1bSzNKMEw6qv0AUz-ixzlqc-rtn5bodt-XYO-TrXRCSx-mAketRefNN1PQcPEe-63xh6IcLzZW40pCpT9sTgjkIo_IyayUi0vu9TFz6U68CzwRd7mLqjPFE8iIuQmu9lKkE/s900/blind%200003%20(65)a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="483" data-original-width="900" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmq7ur8qoVZnMh5fBqTghK0NlxakOqg2sz6PXdWz4m_bMwYQD-Iz0C4vj1bSzNKMEw6qv0AUz-ixzlqc-rtn5bodt-XYO-TrXRCSx-mAketRefNN1PQcPEe-63xh6IcLzZW40pCpT9sTgjkIo_IyayUi0vu9TFz6U68CzwRd7mLqjPFE8iIuQmu9lKkE/w640-h344/blind%200003%20(65)a.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Se Deus sacrifica os inocentes pelos culpados, de que serve ser inocente?</div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480955776203432196.post-37343336836161064142024-03-03T00:00:00.001+00:002024-03-03T00:00:28.701+00:00do som<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikMlRkEeVvsqogEf5MfKcZUD8aJHDqN5zQdap4HCMvClR6emhxEzMvWsmgQuUXxsYX5a2xEQcOySzVuYo_qQ4a9U_P6mwCgFc83Rpu_RgAla3vyExIZbnDH0QG1rO8NfRKqtqgqyZBNnwyBVQMjh3MX39YR7XUTUrr2bO1q2E2TLm1bl-S0-Qaj-B1CxE/s900/bonets%20015%20(1)a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="483" data-original-width="900" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikMlRkEeVvsqogEf5MfKcZUD8aJHDqN5zQdap4HCMvClR6emhxEzMvWsmgQuUXxsYX5a2xEQcOySzVuYo_qQ4a9U_P6mwCgFc83Rpu_RgAla3vyExIZbnDH0QG1rO8NfRKqtqgqyZBNnwyBVQMjh3MX39YR7XUTUrr2bO1q2E2TLm1bl-S0-Qaj-B1CxE/w640-h344/bonets%20015%20(1)a.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">O som do vento na frincha da janela faz-me acreditar em fantasmas.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">baseado numa publicação original de 9 de fevereiro de 2014 que lia o seguinte:</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">O silvo do vento ao entrar pela frincha da janela faz-me acreditar em fantasmas.</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480955776203432196.post-62269278737757973672024-03-02T13:03:00.002+00:002024-03-02T13:03:43.854+00:00da vontade<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrmnnqyELaEL2JRHEqjSXaY3xkGBV8joLHvLglcpcYoWI6gdz59Fzv4Yr865CP8WbuGoAAgCqmIWYib4dBkXAS-ylXwReCkdMbJD-jSWOCVTTCNkTL2v2mJ3kr2KzV0vB0COFo4P5OvPjWK_3WmQ1zleb3iXmObH_gMN12CeZGzK61ZbgHGNOOtU5GqX8/s900/bonetz%20001ha.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="483" data-original-width="900" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrmnnqyELaEL2JRHEqjSXaY3xkGBV8joLHvLglcpcYoWI6gdz59Fzv4Yr865CP8WbuGoAAgCqmIWYib4dBkXAS-ylXwReCkdMbJD-jSWOCVTTCNkTL2v2mJ3kr2KzV0vB0COFo4P5OvPjWK_3WmQ1zleb3iXmObH_gMN12CeZGzK61ZbgHGNOOtU5GqX8/w640-h344/bonetz%20001ha.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Ou se é voluntário ou se trabalha contrariado.</div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">baseado numa publicação de 1.03.2023</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480955776203432196.post-17238376771150637392024-03-02T11:42:00.003+00:002024-03-02T11:42:41.340+00:00dos maus olhados<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtWImvTDB1mXyR_KxFnVeDxVZ056Qovb44jc2VqTpwutva60AuWuTNbjmAqhRogExmkLPIyKp6pccIbuyRY8qxEucW62iF0_1klMvKInZzGp8YKxibWBSUTkeTSwnZ-w-HM6TJ0Hf8mKfplZmhnmOlyBIBscOfRkdNXOjquPucWmIVvclvkkaN969dmpc/s900/blind%200005%20(14)a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="483" data-original-width="900" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtWImvTDB1mXyR_KxFnVeDxVZ056Qovb44jc2VqTpwutva60AuWuTNbjmAqhRogExmkLPIyKp6pccIbuyRY8qxEucW62iF0_1klMvKInZzGp8YKxibWBSUTkeTSwnZ-w-HM6TJ0Hf8mKfplZmhnmOlyBIBscOfRkdNXOjquPucWmIVvclvkkaN969dmpc/w640-h344/blind%200005%20(14)a.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Dar o nome de Camões a um cão com dois olhos é estar a pedi-las.</div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">baseado numa publicação original de 29/2/2020</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480955776203432196.post-8031491340322498532024-02-28T23:59:00.006+00:002024-02-28T23:59:50.802+00:00do gotejar<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlQPebBosDAnHTWNL-T_qX8Set4iQPKpnSpJCPIU0igY45ues0OGnuWqUOTVJStGlY0uaaL694OgYoXsH0slB0xGyYJfdQtEnk08rKt7eLpbjZYPUXb6qCM6BSnZMoT3_b2u5SM-k_vrj2VyEHnNYowYhMRfhekoCze4Rp6p0MnCZ0XcterkJZItZ5t-U/s900/blind%200004%20(10)1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="483" data-original-width="900" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlQPebBosDAnHTWNL-T_qX8Set4iQPKpnSpJCPIU0igY45ues0OGnuWqUOTVJStGlY0uaaL694OgYoXsH0slB0xGyYJfdQtEnk08rKt7eLpbjZYPUXb6qCM6BSnZMoT3_b2u5SM-k_vrj2VyEHnNYowYhMRfhekoCze4Rp6p0MnCZ0XcterkJZItZ5t-U/w640-h344/blind%200004%20(10)1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Nariz a pingar. Tenho de chamar o canalizador.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Baseado numa publicação original de 5 de Fevereiro de 2011 </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480955776203432196.post-31577087590246888022024-02-28T23:03:00.000+00:002024-02-28T23:03:00.537+00:00de vil<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0L8tETBhhsCFGMzhzS573hOr4SeU2dbNHPAWa21-2GDSM1B0Vv0ddx2NHtpsTQ0LbfbszYHT9fr0UFlKk5xgWAhPxQuyd4bq7XlZyqkbMKre0rrSuNHsazOeZG9biJ0S0CwCKxykaeYdnvsz4YMXoOh1hXvlK5OauSSm3do11fQXcGtYaGhV_x0Zbnck/s900/another%20smile%20006%20(18)11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="483" data-original-width="900" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0L8tETBhhsCFGMzhzS573hOr4SeU2dbNHPAWa21-2GDSM1B0Vv0ddx2NHtpsTQ0LbfbszYHT9fr0UFlKk5xgWAhPxQuyd4bq7XlZyqkbMKre0rrSuNHsazOeZG9biJ0S0CwCKxykaeYdnvsz4YMXoOh1hXvlK5OauSSm3do11fQXcGtYaGhV_x0Zbnck/w640-h344/another%20smile%20006%20(18)11.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div>- És tão cruel. </div><div>- Nem queiras imaginar o que faço a dálmatas.</div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Baseado numa publicação original de 28.02.2022 que teve a seria configuração "Tu és cruel. Nem quero imaginar o que fazes a dálmatas.". Tentei alterar para o mais elaborado "És tão cruel que nem me atrevo a imaginar o que serias capaz de fazer a dálmatas." e acabei por disfarçar em forma de diálogo para lhe dar mais fôlego e menos peso. </p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480955776203432196.post-46693802976393668082024-02-28T22:39:00.006+00:002024-02-28T22:39:38.782+00:00das tortas<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQAQElWNDM5RQbT_Y1t_rklSgHNEIdlyj6V0RfOqpkoWOiRWrdVswACMOw7INMGfeO0N6i6Hk2P4Ox26MJtu3RZdC_0n7-riJUqr4Kvecg0d13TKmnmXx9nU0XJ16hI_yRjxV9q3Y__-vVC6xxRR6_n5JwcPJYrhyIHjQOdFS1kcQ0V13dhfud_aG6RZE/s900/another%20smile%20006%20(9)1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="483" data-original-width="900" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQAQElWNDM5RQbT_Y1t_rklSgHNEIdlyj6V0RfOqpkoWOiRWrdVswACMOw7INMGfeO0N6i6Hk2P4Ox26MJtu3RZdC_0n7-riJUqr4Kvecg0d13TKmnmXx9nU0XJ16hI_yRjxV9q3Y__-vVC6xxRR6_n5JwcPJYrhyIHjQOdFS1kcQ0V13dhfud_aG6RZE/w640-h344/another%20smile%20006%20(9)1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">As tortas deviam chamar-se enroladas. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">baseado numa publicação original de 27.02.2016</span></div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480955776203432196.post-46107106540633384432024-02-28T22:32:00.001+00:002024-02-28T22:32:16.687+00:00la douleur du pain<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlhLtpLiu0tmMpp4xkKH8WwuIquM96aEKpWEyHfolFo-MRHps4L6QIphQUVDqwfrRvjCsLqqSS_N7l463bf5PrfC8f8ajDOrsme8vZ_MHeDw1y2NJic9AM0bWq9WQciUAFWeJx6hNmDrVdXAwTg9pclen_-MH39vMOUoML-7XyqKFmG3c2r7RI19WehYE/s900/a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="483" data-original-width="900" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlhLtpLiu0tmMpp4xkKH8WwuIquM96aEKpWEyHfolFo-MRHps4L6QIphQUVDqwfrRvjCsLqqSS_N7l463bf5PrfC8f8ajDOrsme8vZ_MHeDw1y2NJic9AM0bWq9WQciUAFWeJx6hNmDrVdXAwTg9pclen_-MH39vMOUoML-7XyqKFmG3c2r7RI19WehYE/w640-h344/a.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">O pão francês é doloroso em Inglaterra. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">baseado numa publicação original de 27.02.2017</span></div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480955776203432196.post-87864805178869847622024-02-28T22:24:00.004+00:002024-02-28T22:24:37.282+00:00do puritanismo<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi21rtUquwMQTspr9maw6utz3eC08BdlHRgGH1wIbolyzZVXsMZAAtwP2PZoVIM3gZu4X5CAF-i0k0PWN85qUpM-ic2LhPDqmTFXEUf9p2TllYubgLHQ4t2_uX7g2gz1ltCeJvMfAgDeBmgsNs_OH8b_9QGjhcTNdtsVKtfTbIfiNwqhT4adP0Cktxd0nI/s900/sunglasses%200023%20(13)1a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="483" data-original-width="900" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi21rtUquwMQTspr9maw6utz3eC08BdlHRgGH1wIbolyzZVXsMZAAtwP2PZoVIM3gZu4X5CAF-i0k0PWN85qUpM-ic2LhPDqmTFXEUf9p2TllYubgLHQ4t2_uX7g2gz1ltCeJvMfAgDeBmgsNs_OH8b_9QGjhcTNdtsVKtfTbIfiNwqhT4adP0Cktxd0nI/w640-h344/sunglasses%200023%20(13)1a.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">O falso puritanismo incomoda-me tanto quanto o verdadeiro. </div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Baseado numa publicação original de 27/2/2022 ondo o incómodo era irritação na forma chateada</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480955776203432196.post-63602862051571173192024-02-25T00:51:00.001+00:002024-02-25T15:52:12.783+00:00da gripe<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXM4_-UvJIwn1Y9XXsR7lM8wQUVSErU2oSEWSCDZ3hSwfT5UciqexQW9gdXwhBrX6w_NRliWDH0NDrN1P_I7TSQCK2ozlGlYO-WoJtDd5Kp6wieN3m-HGT-Qy3Mnhl4lMVw_1OTjSddmqn23lteyKOX8xG0wbE5m_eNR9UVxX5nFkWazmxv_eqZgSSWS4/s900/sarcastic%20007%20(5)1a%20(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="483" data-original-width="900" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXM4_-UvJIwn1Y9XXsR7lM8wQUVSErU2oSEWSCDZ3hSwfT5UciqexQW9gdXwhBrX6w_NRliWDH0NDrN1P_I7TSQCK2ozlGlYO-WoJtDd5Kp6wieN3m-HGT-Qy3Mnhl4lMVw_1OTjSddmqn23lteyKOX8xG0wbE5m_eNR9UVxX5nFkWazmxv_eqZgSSWS4/w640-h344/sarcastic%20007%20(5)1a%20(2).jpg" width="640" /></a></div></div><br />- Dizem que a gripe este ano não está tão agressiva.</div><div>- Sim, este ano deixa fazer festinhas.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480955776203432196.post-62191161400517484162024-02-25T00:28:00.007+00:002024-02-25T00:28:55.406+00:00das lojas<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOhV5oHWVCjPGzFreMDEpNd8lJ7hAZdk7uLzW9duH0bSGVQbEy1lZ-rsEacJ8gwgqAgFwIXWyjocBsdszq0u-yVuk0QJNRp5HP1Npl4pHhaSgZKl1zgSsFe50p84RPPd2qv-RzExqOoTNO6BCilgoiaNw8MV5RnyHx80mVS48IGtWXJanMRCDuJihByc/s900/Tom%20Ford%20fato%200002%20(1)%20(3)1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="483" data-original-width="900" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOhV5oHWVCjPGzFreMDEpNd8lJ7hAZdk7uLzW9duH0bSGVQbEy1lZ-rsEacJ8gwgqAgFwIXWyjocBsdszq0u-yVuk0QJNRp5HP1Npl4pHhaSgZKl1zgSsFe50p84RPPd2qv-RzExqOoTNO6BCilgoiaNw8MV5RnyHx80mVS48IGtWXJanMRCDuJihByc/w640-h344/Tom%20Ford%20fato%200002%20(1)%20(3)1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Que artigos vendem as lojas maçónicas?<p></p><div><div><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Baseado numa publicação original de 3 de fevereiro de 2013 </span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480955776203432196.post-39645617053951365132024-02-25T00:23:00.003+00:002024-02-25T00:23:25.295+00:00egosurdez<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEV-Mmj9vWr_u4gR4ES6aODG5_1230BA1boOswzQcHxPhs9FGJcoS3QjkGxN5iHGmZ_3tSKIflEsC-doP3hS42iyp42W5uTLtqWe8ZNe6YLgkjQtgq6r3dOeGc8kInpwluf85gHooYOa1g9WpLXcjO1sR2hDTIGsH89ax4XLli2MXIHk_c7SBB4T8oCO8/s900/Tom%20Ford%20a005%20(5)1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="483" data-original-width="900" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEV-Mmj9vWr_u4gR4ES6aODG5_1230BA1boOswzQcHxPhs9FGJcoS3QjkGxN5iHGmZ_3tSKIflEsC-doP3hS42iyp42W5uTLtqWe8ZNe6YLgkjQtgq6r3dOeGc8kInpwluf85gHooYOa1g9WpLXcjO1sR2hDTIGsH89ax4XLli2MXIHk_c7SBB4T8oCO8/w640-h344/Tom%20Ford%20a005%20(5)1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div> <br />- Olá, eu sou o Ricardo.<p></p><p>- Andreia.</p><p>- Mafalda.</p><p>- Desculpem, sou muito egocêntrico. Como é que se chamam?</p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Baseado numa publicação original de 31 de janeiro de 2011</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0