<?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-5998374</id><updated>2011-11-06T00:12:17.716Z</updated><title type='text'>Muitas &amp; Giras Lda</title><subtitle type='html'>Stuffed full of funny jokes, funny pictures, cartoons, funny quotes, humorlinks, fun trivia, and all kinds of funny comedy and humor.

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Orkut e Gmail  

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Quem quiser convites para o Orkut e para o Gmail, eu tenho o maior prazer em mandar um convite a ti.&lt;br&gt;Manda um email, com o teu nome e sobrenome e e-mail para zbesugo@gmail.com.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2069</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-114103877392740978</id><published>2006-02-27T11:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-27T11:30:36.780Z</updated><title type='text'>último post</title><summary type='text'>O Muitas &amp; Giras Lda acabou. Este projecto foi durante 2 anos, uma das minhas grandes prioridades, mas tudo tem um fim.A Todos os meu Leitores um grande abraço.VIVA O HUMOR. UMA GARGALHADA É UM EXCELENTE REMÉDIO ....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/114103877392740978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/114103877392740978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2006/02/ltimo-post.html' title='último post'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-113217422004295270</id><published>2005-11-16T20:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-16T20:50:20.046Z</updated><title type='text'>Fomeca</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/113217422004295270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/113217422004295270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/11/fomeca.html' title='Fomeca'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-113217412198090273</id><published>2005-11-16T20:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-16T20:48:41.996Z</updated><title type='text'>Shit</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/113217412198090273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/113217412198090273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/11/shit.html' title='Shit'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-113138088235559906</id><published>2005-11-07T16:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-07T16:28:02.370Z</updated><title type='text'>Cumprimentar o adversário</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/113138088235559906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/113138088235559906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/11/cumprimentar-o-adversrio.html' title='Cumprimentar o adversário'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-113118145166604815</id><published>2005-11-05T09:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-05T09:05:27.976Z</updated><title type='text'>100 Loiras</title><summary type='text'>1 P: Qual a diferença entre uma loira inteligente e um Bigfoot? R: Os Bigfoots já foram vistos. 2 P: Uma loira pinta o cabelo de preto. Como se chama a isso? R: Inteligência artificial. 3 P: E quando uma morena o pinta de loiro? R: Lobotomia. 4 P: Como é que a loira tentou matar um peixe? R: Afogando-o. 5 P: E um pássaro? R: Atirando-o de um penhasco abaixo. 6 P: O que faz a loira quando acorda? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/113118145166604815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/113118145166604815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/11/100-loiras.html' title='100 Loiras'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-113109808514335880</id><published>2005-11-04T09:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-04T09:54:45.146Z</updated><title type='text'>Quem escreve assim não é gago !</title><summary type='text'>[ clica na imagem para ampliar ]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/113109808514335880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/113109808514335880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/11/quem-escreve-assim-no-gago.html' title='Quem escreve assim não é gago !'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-113109792922627422</id><published>2005-11-04T09:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-04T09:52:09.240Z</updated><title type='text'>Japonês não é fácil</title><summary type='text'>De passagem por Tóquio, mesmo sem saber uma só palavra em japonês, o executivo brasileiro ainda assim conseguiu levar para o hotel uma garota que, por sua vez, só falava japonês. Na cama, o orgulho do nosso herói cresceu ainda mais, pois a garota não parou de exclamar: - "Machigai ana!" durante a noite toda. No dia seguinte, jogando golfe com um executivo local, quando este acertou um buraco de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/113109792922627422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/113109792922627422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/11/japons-no-fcil.html' title='Japonês não é fácil'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-112660810292897807</id><published>2005-09-13T11:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T11:41:42.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quebra-molas</title><summary type='text'>Estava um alentejano a dirigir pelas estradas do Brasil. De repente vê o que no Brasil se chama de quebra-molas, lombada que força a diminuição de velocidade. Ao lado o aviso ""Devagar- quebra molas"" Pois o alentejano afasta-se de ré a grande distância e parte em grande velocidade quase que destruindo o carro no tal de quebra-molas. Sai atordoado de dentro do mesmo e rabisca no aviso = depressa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/112660810292897807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/112660810292897807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/09/quebra-molas.html' title='Quebra-molas'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-112649996071021026</id><published>2005-09-12T05:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T05:39:20.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alentejano no dentista</title><summary type='text'>O dentista para um alentejano:- O seu dente está morto!- Então, nesse caso, arranca-se, não é sr. Doutor?- Bem, se quiser posso pôr uma coroa...- Não, não, doutor... prefiro enterrá-lo sem cerimónias!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/112649996071021026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/112649996071021026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/09/alentejano-no-dentista.html' title='Alentejano no dentista'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-112649923122210830</id><published>2005-09-12T05:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T05:27:11.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paz</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/112649923122210830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/112649923122210830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/09/paz.html' title='Paz'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-112649873045285958</id><published>2005-09-12T05:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T05:18:50.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Depósito</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/112649873045285958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/112649873045285958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/09/depsito.html' title='Depósito'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-112527591979050718</id><published>2005-08-29T01:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T01:38:39.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nacionalidades</title><summary type='text'>Todas las nacionalidades tienen una caracterización especial:Un alemán es una cervezaDos alemanes son un ejércitoTres alemanes son una guerraUn francés es una champañaDos franceses son una pareja haciendo el amorTres franceses son una orgíaUn italiano es un vinoDos italianos son un chismeTres italianos son un líoUn inglés es un whiskyDos ingleses son un clubTres ingleses son un imperioUn ruso es </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/112527591979050718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/112527591979050718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/08/nacionalidades.html' title='Nacionalidades'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-112275817576241856</id><published>2005-07-30T22:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T22:16:15.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Retorno</title><summary type='text'>Aqui estou eu de volta, pronto para mais um ano de humor.Quero continuar a fazer a rir todos os que visitam o Muitas &amp; Giras Lda.Um muito obrigado a todos !!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/112275817576241856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/112275817576241856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/07/retorno.html' title='Retorno'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-112275791242873201</id><published>2005-07-30T22:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T22:11:52.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesia alentejana</title><summary type='text'>Subi acima duma arvoriPara ver se te via, Como não te vi,DESCI-AAtirê um limão rolando...À tua porta parou...Depois fiquei pensando...Será que o c*brão se cansô???Ê vi-te no tê jardim,Andavas colhendo hortelã!Ê cá gosto de ti,E tu? Hãããã Subi a um êcaliptreCom o tê retrato na mãoDesencaliptrê-me lá em cimaMalhê com os cornos no chão !!!Perdi a minha canetaLá prós lados da várzeaSe lá fores e a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/112275791242873201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/112275791242873201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/07/poesia-alentejana.html' title='Poesia alentejana'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-112275775797557919</id><published>2005-07-30T22:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T22:09:17.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pernas abertas</title><summary type='text'>Vêm um homem a andar com as pernas todas abertas e nisto estavam dois homens a ver o homem que vinha de pernas abertas e nisto estes dois homens começam a discutir. Diz o 1º: - Coitado isto deve ser espandilose...Diz o 2º: - Não é reumático...Diz o 1º: - É espandilose.Diz o 2º: - É reumático.Às Tantas diz o 1º:- Vamos lá perguntar...Foram, chegaram ao pé do senhor e disseram:- Olhe lá estamos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/112275775797557919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/112275775797557919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/07/pernas-abertas.html' title='Pernas abertas'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-112075462618394006</id><published>2005-07-07T17:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T17:43:46.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias</title><summary type='text'>Estou de férias. Lá para o fim do mês voltarei com mais humor.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/112075462618394006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/112075462618394006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/07/frias.html' title='Férias'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111987225626450038</id><published>2005-06-27T12:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T12:37:36.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pesca</title><summary type='text'>[ clica na imagem para ampliar ]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111987225626450038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111987225626450038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/pesca.html' title='Pesca'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111987202676118015</id><published>2005-06-27T12:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T12:33:46.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O sonho de qualquer mortal</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111987202676118015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111987202676118015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/o-sonho-de-qualquer-mortal.html' title='O sonho de qualquer mortal'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111987194475754250</id><published>2005-06-27T12:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T12:32:24.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Musculação</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111987194475754250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111987194475754250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/musculao.html' title='Musculação'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111987126978050916</id><published>2005-06-27T12:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T12:21:09.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O desejo</title><summary type='text'>Bill Gates vai a passear na praia e encontra uma lâmpada mágica.Esfrega e sai de lá um génio:- Tens 1 desejo por me teres libertado.- Hum...deixa ver...tenho aqui um mapa... Olha, quero ser dono deste país e deste e desta ilha e...- È pá isso não é assim tão fácil. Escolhe outra coisa.- Quero que tires os bugs todos do Windows.- Hum... Mostra lá o mapa.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111987126978050916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111987126978050916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/o-desejo.html' title='O desejo'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111987121313557750</id><published>2005-06-27T12:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T12:20:13.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A profissão de Deus</title><summary type='text'>Quatro amigos faziam conjecturas sobre a profissão de Deus. Dizia o médico:- Deus é cirurgião, porque extraiu uma costela a Adão para criar a Eva...Não posso concordar - diz o engenheiro- O Universo conhecido é a maior obra de engenharia! Logo, Deus só pode ser engenheiro...Desculpem, diz o arquitecto: - Deus estabeleceu uma ordem onde antes existia o caos, o que prova que Deus é arquitecto!...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111987121313557750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111987121313557750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/profisso-de-deus.html' title='A profissão de Deus'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111987093451619812</id><published>2005-06-27T12:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T12:15:35.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Joãzinho</title><summary type='text'>A professora aponta para o mapa e diz:- Hoje vamos até à Argentina...Diz o Joãozinho:- Ó professora, espere só um bocadinho que eu tenho de avisar a minha mãe.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111987093451619812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111987093451619812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/jozinho.html' title='Joãzinho'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111935243037151879</id><published>2005-06-21T11:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T12:18:32.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BD erótica</title><summary type='text'>[ clica na imagem para ver em tamanho real ]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111935243037151879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111935243037151879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/bd-ertica.html' title='BD erótica'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111900958634008568</id><published>2005-06-17T12:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T12:59:46.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pecado</title><summary type='text'>Estava o padre a dar a missa quando, de repente, o coral cai e estava lá um casal nú.O padre muito atrapalhado diz:- Fiéis, não olhem, é pecado, podem ficar cegos!E diz um velho muito depressa para o Padre tapando um dos olhos:- Se ficar cego, fico só de um olho.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111900958634008568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111900958634008568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/pecado.html' title='Pecado'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111900842392337050</id><published>2005-06-17T12:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T12:40:23.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A morte de Napoleão</title><summary type='text'>O guia turístico:- Meus senhores, aqui estão as cinzas de Napoleão Bonaparte.Uma mulher diz:- Eu não sabia que ele tinha morrido num incêndio!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111900842392337050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111900842392337050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/morte-de-napoleo.html' title='A morte de Napoleão'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111866135367482024</id><published>2005-06-13T11:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T12:26:00.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A escova dos dentes</title><summary type='text'>Um dia, depois de sair do pântano, António Guterres foi passear, levando consigo uma velha escova de dentes presa por uma trela, que puxava pela rua a trás de si como se tratasse de um animal. Quando se cruzou com o seu velho amigo Jorge Sampaio, que perante esta insólita cena, de imediato, lhe perguntou: - Então pá, andas a passear o teu "Lulu"? De pronto, António Guterres lhe respondeu: - Ó </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111866135367482024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111866135367482024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/escova-dos-dentes.html' title='A escova dos dentes'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111866005304981415</id><published>2005-06-13T11:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T11:54:13.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cão polícia</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111866005304981415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111866005304981415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/co-polcia.html' title='Cão polícia'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111865960252404538</id><published>2005-06-13T11:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T11:46:43.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O melhor amigo do homem</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111865960252404538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111865960252404538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/o-melhor-amigo-do-homem.html' title='O melhor amigo do homem'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111851649814764331</id><published>2005-06-11T20:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T20:01:38.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitadas</title><summary type='text'>O lugar onde as mulheres ficam mais excitadas é no Centro Comercial.Homens vocês concordam ou não ???</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111851649814764331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111851649814764331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/excitadas.html' title='Excitadas'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111842684419997189</id><published>2005-06-10T19:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T22:34:56.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigo da onça</title><summary type='text'>Estavam dois amigos em Africa e um deles diz para o outro: - Na semana passada fugi de uma onça! - Ai é? Então como é que fugiste. - Fui para um lago e comecei a nadar. - Mas as onças nadam! - Não, não foi bem assim, eu subi para uma árvore. - Mas as onças sobem às árvores! - Mas afinal tu és amigo das onças ou meu amigo?!?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111842684419997189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111842684419997189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/amigo-da-ona.html' title='Amigo da onça'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111842672993414625</id><published>2005-06-10T19:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T19:05:29.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Semáforos</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111842672993414625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111842672993414625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/semforos.html' title='Semáforos'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111842664487706482</id><published>2005-06-10T19:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T19:04:04.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Justiça cega</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111842664487706482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111842664487706482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/justia-cega.html' title='Justiça cega'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111830625768880951</id><published>2005-06-09T09:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T09:39:06.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Organização</title><summary type='text'>[ clica na imagem para ampliar ]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111830625768880951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111830625768880951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/organizao.html' title='Organização'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111830615128505242</id><published>2005-06-09T09:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T09:35:51.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Num bar</title><summary type='text'>A rapariga, totalmente nua entra num bar e pede um whisky. O empregado despeja a bebida num copo, entrega-lhe e fica olhando fixamente para o corpo dela. Ela começa a bebericar o whisky e o barman, continua firme com os olhos em cima dela. Até que ela não aguenta:- O que foi? Nunca viu uma mulher nua?- Claro que sim! Só estou curioso para saber de onde é que vai tirar dinheiro para pagar a bebida!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111830615128505242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111830615128505242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/num-bar.html' title='Num bar'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111830606982289809</id><published>2005-06-09T09:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T09:34:29.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cura</title><summary type='text'>Um bêbado para o outro:- Parece que há uma doença que se cura com whisky...- E como se apanha essa doença?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111830606982289809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111830606982289809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/cura.html' title='Cura'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111830582875803433</id><published>2005-06-09T09:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T09:30:28.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-fumo</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111830582875803433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111830582875803433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/anti-fumo.html' title='Anti-fumo'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111830567836133265</id><published>2005-06-09T09:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T09:27:58.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejo</title><summary type='text'>Soldados da Legião Estrangeira andam perdidos no deserto. Ao longe passa um camelo no seu andar bamboleante. E diz o francês: «Ai se fosse a Brigitte Bardot!» O italiano corrige: «Ai se fosse a Gina Lollogrigida!» Critica o alemão: «Um gajo aqui cheio de sede e vocês com conversas parvas!» Então o português, de olhos revirados: «Ai se fosse de noite!».</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111830567836133265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111830567836133265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/desejo.html' title='Desejo'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111830558697961475</id><published>2005-06-09T09:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T09:26:26.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Festa</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111830558697961475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111830558697961475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/festa.html' title='Festa'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111830548319099597</id><published>2005-06-09T09:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T09:24:43.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pénis bonito</title><summary type='text'>As mulheres pediram a Deus para fazer o pénis bonito e Deus respondeu:- Nunca! Se feio já o chupam, bonito comiam-no...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111830548319099597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111830548319099597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/pnis-bonito.html' title='Pénis bonito'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111807208261490691</id><published>2005-06-06T16:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T16:34:42.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sporting</title><summary type='text'>[ clica na imagem para ver em tamanho real ]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111807208261490691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111807208261490691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/sporting.html' title='Sporting'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111807195217589856</id><published>2005-06-06T16:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T16:32:32.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prova oral</title><summary type='text'>Duas pilas vão ao exame.Uma delas sai muito feliz, aos pulos, e a outra pergunta-lhe:- Porque estás tão feliz ?- Porque chumbei !- E andas assim aos pulos e feliz, estás doida!!- Estou, estou, amanhã vou à oral.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111807195217589856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111807195217589856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/prova-oral.html' title='Prova oral'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111807190738692762</id><published>2005-06-06T16:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T16:31:47.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Na praia 2</title><summary type='text'>Duas pilas resolvem ir à praia. Diz uma para a outra:- Queres vir ao banho?- Vai tu que eu fico a tomar conta dos sacos.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111807190738692762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111807190738692762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/na-praia-2.html' title='Na praia 2'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111807183770809443</id><published>2005-06-06T16:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T16:30:37.710+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amendoim</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111807183770809443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111807183770809443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/amendoim.html' title='Amendoim'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111807174571117915</id><published>2005-06-06T16:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T16:29:05.713+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Na praia</title><summary type='text'>Dois serventes de pedreiro vão pela primeira vez à praia.- Ena tanta areia!- E a água, parece não ter fim!- Vamos embora, depressa!- Então...?- Se vem aí o patrão com o cimento temos trabalho para toda a vida!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111807174571117915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111807174571117915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/na-praia.html' title='Na praia'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111807164879673886</id><published>2005-06-06T16:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T16:27:28.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Patrão esperto</title><summary type='text'>O empregado entrou na sala do patrão, com ar tímido e disse: - Doutor, o senhor desculpe, mas já faz três meses que eu não recebo meu salário! - Tudo bem, Sr. Almeida! Está desculpado!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111807164879673886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111807164879673886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/patro-esperto.html' title='Patrão esperto'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111787019138386397</id><published>2005-06-04T08:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T08:29:51.383+01:00</updated><title type='text'>:o)</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111787019138386397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111787019138386397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/o_04.html' title=':o)'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111787008399728364</id><published>2005-06-04T08:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T08:28:03.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dieta da batata</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111787008399728364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111787008399728364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/dieta-da-batata.html' title='Dieta da batata'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111786973710720872</id><published>2005-06-04T08:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T08:22:17.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Assalto a um politico</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111786973710720872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111786973710720872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/assalto-um-politico.html' title='Assalto a um politico'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111773133112352079</id><published>2005-06-02T17:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T17:55:31.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Assistência têcnica</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111773133112352079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111773133112352079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/assistncia-tcnica.html' title='Assistência têcnica'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111773114391759875</id><published>2005-06-02T17:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T17:52:23.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lata velha</title><summary type='text'>[ clica na imagem para ver em tamanho real ]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111773114391759875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111773114391759875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/lata-velha.html' title='Lata velha'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111773067390012041</id><published>2005-06-02T17:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T17:44:33.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111773067390012041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111773067390012041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111764323450211558</id><published>2005-06-01T17:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T17:27:14.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema "ALENTEJANÍSSIMO"!</title><summary type='text'>Atrapê plum êcaliptracima ca carta domêamor na mãum desêcaliptrê-me lá de cima bati cos cornos no chãum arremacho animal dum cabrãum Do cimo daquele outêro mandê prantar um castelo pra tu me cumtiplares incantê te cuntimpêlo Da minha casa à tua vai uma curta distância tem cuidado na scorreguês numa casca de melância Vi a tu mãi no chiquêro tranquêla porta cuma laji vêo de lá o tê pai e dissi Ronc</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111764323450211558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111764323450211558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/poema-alentejanssimo.html' title='Poema &quot;ALENTEJANÍSSIMO&quot;!'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111764273117881775</id><published>2005-06-01T17:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T17:18:51.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ronald McDonald</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111764273117881775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111764273117881775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/ronald-mcdonald.html' title='Ronald McDonald'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111764240506539384</id><published>2005-06-01T17:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T17:13:25.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Concorrência !!</title><summary type='text'>Quatro raparigas presas diante duma casa suspeita, sao levadas ao Juiz. - Qual e a sua profissao ? - pergunta à primeira. - Manequim. - E voce ? - Manequim. - E voce ? - Manequim. - Entao e voce ? - Eu sou prostituta! - Ah, voce e prostituta. Muito bem, muito bem. E que tal vai o negocio? - Muito mal. O senhor compreende: com esta concorrencia das manequins!!?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111764240506539384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111764240506539384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/concorrncia.html' title='Concorrência !!'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111764162685721982</id><published>2005-06-01T16:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T17:00:26.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Órgão</title><summary type='text'>Quer seja curto ou compridoSeja fino ou muito grossoÉ um órgão muito queridoPor não ter espinhas nem osso.De incalculável valorDe um só órgão, nada maisDesempenha no amorUm dos papéis principais.Quando uma dama apareceEi-lo a pular com ardorSe é rapaz novo estremeceSe é velho não tem vigor.O seu nome não é feioTem sete letrinhas sóTem um "r" e um "a" no meioComeça em "c" e acaba em "o".Nunca se </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111764162685721982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111764162685721982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/o-rgo.html' title='O Órgão'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111764147838274952</id><published>2005-06-01T16:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T16:57:58.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A 2ª Guerra Mundial</title><summary type='text'>Um dia, a Virgem Maria aparece num convento e diz às freiras:"Olá meninas! Daqui fala a Virgem Maria. É só para vos dizer que a 2ª Guerra Mundial vai começar!" Passado um momento... "Olá meninas! Daqui fala a Virgem Maria. É só para vos dizer que a 2ª Guerra Mundial já começou!" Passado um momento... "Olá meninas! Daqui fala a Virgem Maria. É só para vos dizer que os soldados vêm na direcção do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111764147838274952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111764147838274952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/06/2-guerra-mundial.html' title='A 2ª Guerra Mundial'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111755779880642318</id><published>2005-05-31T17:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T17:43:18.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O gajo mais forte</title><summary type='text'>Um gajo entra num bar e grita, "OK, QUEM É QUE PENSA QUE É O GAJO MAIS FORTE DAQUI?" Um gajo, tipo armário, levanta-se lá de trás, meta as mãos à cintura, e diz, "Sou eu. Porquê? Qual é o teu problema?" "Ouve," diz o gajo, "podes-me ajudar a empurrar o carro até à bomba de gasolina?"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111755779880642318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111755779880642318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/o-gajo-mais-forte.html' title='O gajo mais forte'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111755766419734411</id><published>2005-05-31T17:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T17:41:04.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Maridos</title><summary type='text'>Você sabe o que é um marido DVD? É aquele que se Deita, Vira e Dorme. E um marido DVD +R? É aquele que se Deita, Vira, Dorme e Ressona. E um marido CD? É o marido que só Come e Dorme.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111755766419734411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111755766419734411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/maridos.html' title='Maridos'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111755702002489245</id><published>2005-05-31T17:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T17:30:20.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Compatibilidade</title><summary type='text'>Num pedido de divórcio, o juiz pergunta à requerente: - A senhora tem a certeza do que está a pedir? A senhora quer o divórcio por COMPATIBILIDADE de feitios? Não será o contrário? A mulher responde: - Não Sr. Juiz! É mesmo por COMPATIBILIDADE. Eu gosto de cinema, o meu marido também! Eu gosto de ir à praia, ele também! Eu gosto de ir ao teatro, ele também! Eu gosto de homens e ele também!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111755702002489245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111755702002489245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/compatibilidade.html' title='Compatibilidade'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111755692297326579</id><published>2005-05-31T17:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T17:28:42.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dá jeito falar estrangeiro ?</title><summary type='text'>Um alemão, procurando orientação sobre o caminho, pára o seu carro ao lado de outro com dois alentejanos dentro. O alemão pergunta: -Entschuldigung, koennen sie Deutsch sprechen? Os dois alentejanos ficaram mudos. - Excusez-moi, parlez vous français? Tentou. Os dois continuaram a olhar para ele impávidos e serenos. - Prego signori, parlate italiano? Nada por parte dos alentejanos. - Hablan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111755692297326579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111755692297326579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/d-jeito-falar-estrangeiro.html' title='Dá jeito falar estrangeiro ?'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111755669653156083</id><published>2005-05-31T17:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T17:24:56.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O cego e as loiras</title><summary type='text'>Um cego entra num bar cheio de lesbicas. Consegue chegar ao balcão e pede uma cerveja. Pouco depois vira-se para a mulher que estava a servir-lo e grita: -oi, gostavas de ouvir uma anedota sobre loiras? o bar ficou repentinamente mudo,não se ouvia nem uma mosca a voar. foi então que se ouviu uma voz grossa e profunda de uma mulher sentada ao seu lado: - ó pequenote, antes que começes a contar a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111755669653156083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111755669653156083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/o-cego-e-as-loiras.html' title='O cego e as loiras'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111755576449110871</id><published>2005-05-31T17:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T17:09:24.493+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nua, toda aberta e sentada no pau.</title><summary type='text'>Nua, toda aberta e sentada no pau. [ ver ]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111755576449110871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111755576449110871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/nua-toda-aberta-e-sentada-no-pau.html' title='Nua, toda aberta e sentada no pau.'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111755553810713143</id><published>2005-05-31T17:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T17:05:38.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Questão de ética/moral</title><summary type='text'>"Com toda esta polémica a propósito da clonagem, uma grande pergunta urgecolocar: Uma pessoa que tenha relações sexuais com o seu próprio clone, éhomossexual, está a masturbar-se ou fodeu-se? "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111755553810713143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111755553810713143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/questo-de-ticamoral.html' title='Questão de ética/moral'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111746064840649299</id><published>2005-05-30T16:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T16:46:19.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheriff</title><summary type='text'>Tu és um sheriff do velho faroeste, um dos pistoleiros mais rápidos do mundo.Tens que ser mais rápido do que os bandidos.[ game : O pistoleiro mais rápido do mundo ! ]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111746064840649299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111746064840649299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/sheriff.html' title='Sheriff'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111746311970512615</id><published>2005-05-30T15:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T15:25:19.706+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Viagra</title><summary type='text'>P: Sabem que o viagra já existe em gotas!R: É para quem come com os olhos!P: O que é que o Viagra e o Vale e Azevedo têm em comum?R: Por onde passam, deixam tudo teso.P: Sabem porque os pobres não precisam de VIAGRA???R: Porque andam sempre "tesos"!!!! P: Sabem qual o nome do Viagra no Alentejo?R:PanancêtãomoleP: O Que quer significa VIAGRA?R: Vaginas insatisfeitas agradecem grande remédio </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111746311970512615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111746311970512615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/viagra.html' title='Viagra'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111746286307910262</id><published>2005-05-30T15:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T15:21:03.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alentejanos e Viagra</title><summary type='text'>P: Para que é que os Alentejanos usam o viagra?R: Para apanharem azeitona.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111746286307910262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111746286307910262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/alentejanos-e-viagra.html' title='Alentejanos e Viagra'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111745960999101229</id><published>2005-05-30T14:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T14:26:49.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para-quedas</title><summary type='text'>Num avião que estava prestes a despenhar-se, viajavam 5 passageiros, mas só existiam 4 pára-quedas. O 1º passageiro diz: - Eu sou Kobe Bryant, o melhor jogador da NBA, e os Lakers precisam de mim, por isso não posso morrer. Assim, apanha um dos pára-quedas e atira-se do avião. O 2º passageiro, era Hillary Clinton que diz:- Eu sou a mulher de um ex-presidente dos EU, sou senadora do Estado de NY e</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111745960999101229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111745960999101229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/para-quedas.html' title='Para-quedas'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111745931279537654</id><published>2005-05-30T14:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T14:21:52.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Duna e a freira anã</title><summary type='text'>Os 7 anões chegam ao Vaticano e vão falar com o Papa. O Dunga perguntou ao papa se no Vaticano tinha alguma freira anã. O Papa calmamente responde:- Não, não existem freiras anãs no Vaticano.Os outros seis anões começam-se a rir baixinho.Dunga, meio atrapalhado, volta a perguntar:- Mas, Santo Padre, existem freiras anãs em Itália, não existem?- Não, Dunga, não existem freiras anãs em Itália.Os </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111745931279537654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111745931279537654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/duna-e-freira.html' title='Duna e a freira anã'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111745915268667954</id><published>2005-05-30T14:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T14:19:12.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ET's também vão ao W.C.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111745915268667954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111745915268667954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/ets-tambm-vo-ao-wc.html' title='ET&apos;s também vão ao W.C.'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111745907473742725</id><published>2005-05-30T14:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T14:17:54.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anão na praia</title><summary type='text'>Um anão foi à praia e quando voltou um amigo perguntou-lhe:- Estava boa a praia?- Excelente! Precisavas de ver! Cada joelho...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111745907473742725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111745907473742725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/ano-na-praia.html' title='Anão na praia'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111745878462812012</id><published>2005-05-30T13:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T14:13:04.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Maminhas</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111745878462812012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111745878462812012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/maminhas.html' title='Maminhas'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111736845958073099</id><published>2005-05-29T13:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T23:24:50.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>óhh senhor policia...</title><summary type='text'>Enquanto tomava nota de uma ocorrência de vandalismo numa escola primária, fui interrompido por uma menina de seis anos que olhava fixamente para o meu uniforme. Perguntou-me:- O senhor é polícia?- Sim. - E continuei a escrever.- A minha mãe disse-me que se alguma vez eu precisasse de ajuda eu deveria ir ter sempre com um polícia. É verdade?- Sim.- ... Bem - disse enquanto me estendia o pé - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111736845958073099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111736845958073099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/hh-senhor-policia.html' title='óhh senhor policia...'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111728146034144834</id><published>2005-05-28T12:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T15:07:18.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Maço de tabaco</title><summary type='text'>O cara entra no bar e pede um maço de cigarros. Vem um que traz escrito na lateral:"O MINISTÉRIO DA SAÚDE ADVERTE: Cigarro pode causar impotência sexual".Assustado, gritou pro balconista:- Esse não!!! Me dá aquele que causa câncer.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111728146034144834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111728146034144834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/mao-de-tabaco.html' title='Maço de tabaco'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111728135514419897</id><published>2005-05-28T12:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T12:55:55.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonto</title><summary type='text'>O bêbado entra num boteco e pede:- Coloca aí dez pinga pra mim!O dono obedeceu e colocou dez pingas para o bêbado que as bebeu todas.- Coloca agora cinco pinga!O dono colocou-as, o bêbado bebeu todas e disse:- Agora coloca só três, viu?O bêbado bebeu as três e pediu:- Só uma agora! Só mais uma!O bêbado bebeu aquela, deu uma cambaleada e concluiu:- Eu num tô entendendo... Quanto menos eu bebo, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111728135514419897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111728135514419897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/tonto.html' title='Tonto'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111719130596866478</id><published>2005-05-27T11:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T11:55:05.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chegar a casa com os copos</title><summary type='text'>Método errado: Desligar o carro e estacionar suavemente, tirar os sapatos antes de entrar, subir as escadas sem fazer barulho, tirar a roupa na casa de banho e entrar no quarto devagarinho sem ruído. Resultado? Ela, que estava à espera acordada, enche o marido de porrada! Método certo: Acelerar e travar a fundo, bater a porta do carro violentamente, entrar em casa cantando Quim Barreiros - "Ponho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111719130596866478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111719130596866478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/chegar-casa-com-os-copos.html' title='Chegar a casa com os copos'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111719124739929799</id><published>2005-05-27T11:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T11:54:07.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Força Aérea Japonesa</title><summary type='text'>[ clica na imagem para ver em tamanho real ]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111719124739929799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111719124739929799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/fora-area-japonesa.html' title='Força Aérea Japonesa'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111719072160937882</id><published>2005-05-27T11:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T11:45:21.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O peido</title><summary type='text'>O Bocage foi com a mulher a uma festa de nobres e entretanto ouve-se um peido! Diz a mulher do Bocage para ele: - Bocage livra-me desta! O Bocage, como bom marido que era, resolveu ajudar e disse: - O peido que esta senhora deu, não foi ela, fui eu!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111719072160937882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111719072160937882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/o-peido.html' title='O peido'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111718961432340612</id><published>2005-05-27T11:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T11:26:54.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Toxicodependente</title><summary type='text'>P: Como se corta o braço de um toxicodependente? R: Pelo picotado!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111718961432340612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111718961432340612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/toxicodependente.html' title='Toxicodependente'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111703035513085170</id><published>2005-05-25T06:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T16:59:55.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Give a brain</title><summary type='text'>Ajuda o George W. Bush a conseguir um cerebro, neste jogo :[ game : give a brain ]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111703035513085170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111703035513085170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/give-brain.html' title='Give a brain'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111699914475923773</id><published>2005-05-25T06:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T14:01:16.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases do dia</title><summary type='text'>AMIGAS...Quem é amiga?Duas frases do dia!!!!"MULHER GORDINHA É IGUAL A MORTADELA: REDONDINHA, CHEIA DE GORDURINHAS, QUEM COME, ADORA, MAS NÃO CONTA PRÁ NINGUÉM!!!""MULHER MAGRINHA É COMO FOLHA DE ALFACE, "VERDE", "CHATA", "SEM SABOR", SERVE PRA DECORAÇÃO, E TODO MUNDO DIZ QUE COME!!!"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111699914475923773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111699914475923773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/frases-do-dia.html' title='Frases do dia'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111699891361464230</id><published>2005-05-25T06:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T06:28:33.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aula de etiqueta</title><summary type='text'>Durante a aula de Boas Maneiras, diz a professora:- Zézinho, se você estivesse namorando uma moça fina e educada e, durante ojantar, precisasse ir no banheiro, o que diria?- Segura as pontas aí que eu vou dar uma mijadinha.- Isso seria uma grosseria, uma completa falta de educação.- Juquinha, como você diria?- Me desculpa, preciso ir ao banheiro, mas já volto.- Melhor, mas é desagradável </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111699891361464230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111699891361464230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/aula-de-etiqueta.html' title='Aula de etiqueta'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111699874271588290</id><published>2005-05-25T06:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T06:25:42.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Air-bags</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111699874271588290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111699874271588290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/air-bags.html' title='Air-bags'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111699864145986398</id><published>2005-05-25T06:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T06:24:01.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Defenição de tragédia</title><summary type='text'>O presidente do FCP , Pinto da Costa, foi visitar uma turma da 4.ª classe.À sua chegada, durante uma discussão acerca das palavras e dos seussignificados, a professora perguntou a Pinto da Costa se ele não queriaparticipar no debate sobre o significado da palavra "tragédia". Então, ogrande poliglota", pediu a algum menino ou menina que lhe desse um exemplode uma tragédia.Houve então um miúdo que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111699864145986398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111699864145986398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/defenio-de-tragdia.html' title='Defenição de tragédia'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111699843971609756</id><published>2005-05-25T06:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T06:20:39.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Morangos com ...</title><summary type='text'>Dois alentejanos encontram-se e diz um para o outro:- Compadre onde vai com esse carro de esterco?Responde o outro:- É para pôr nos morangos.Diz o primeiro:-Atão o compadre nunca experimentou com natas?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111699843971609756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111699843971609756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/morangos-com.html' title='Morangos com ...'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111699836155167522</id><published>2005-05-25T06:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T06:19:21.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco judeus que revolucionaram o mundo</title><summary type='text'>Moisés disse: a Lei é TUDO...Jesus disse: o Amor é TUDO...Marx disse: o Capital é TUDO...Freud disse: o Sexo é TUDO...e veio Einstein e disse: TUDO é relativo...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111699836155167522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111699836155167522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/cinco-judeus-que-revolucionaram-o.html' title='Cinco judeus que revolucionaram o mundo'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111695222256862393</id><published>2005-05-24T17:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T01:47:54.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Star wars rap</title><summary type='text'>Para os fãs da trilogia Star Wars.[ link : star wars rap ]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111695222256862393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111695222256862393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/star-wars-rap.html' title='Star wars rap'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111695135247762728</id><published>2005-05-24T16:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T01:48:28.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se a Microsoft fizesse relógios</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111695135247762728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111695135247762728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/se-microsoft-fizesse-relgios.html' title='Se a Microsoft fizesse relógios'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111694300156116911</id><published>2005-05-24T15:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T16:12:10.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>F*deu, tem que casar !</title><summary type='text'>Entrevista ao presidente Francês, dos Estados Unidos e ao Primeiro Ministro de Portugal. Havia muitos jornalistas na sala e, lá ao fundo, um bêbado. Quase no fim da entrevista, um repórter da CNN fez a seguinte pergunta aos três: - Senhores, se vocês fossem solteiros, com quem é que os senhores gostariam de casar? O primeiro a responder foi Jacques Chirac: - Eu casaria com a Catherine Deneuve, a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111694300156116911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111694300156116911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/fdeu-tem-que-casar.html' title='F*deu, tem que casar !'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111694331091137622</id><published>2005-05-24T15:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T15:01:50.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Diferença</title><summary type='text'>P: Qual a diferença entre um sapo e um príncipe ?R: As cinco cervejas que a princesa tomou.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111694331091137622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111694331091137622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/diferena.html' title='Diferença'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111694324484592894</id><published>2005-05-24T15:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T15:00:44.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mau dia</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111694324484592894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111694324484592894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/mau-dia.html' title='Mau dia'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111694290283169197</id><published>2005-05-24T14:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T14:55:02.833+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jornalistas</title><summary type='text'>P: Quantos jornalistas são necessários para mudar uma lâmpada?R: Três. Um para subir a escada e dois fazer a crítica.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111694290283169197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111694290283169197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/jornalistas.html' title='Jornalistas'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111694256043955434</id><published>2005-05-24T14:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T14:49:20.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You got milk ?</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111694256043955434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111694256043955434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-got-milk.html' title='You got milk ?'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111676311396527021</id><published>2005-05-22T13:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T12:58:33.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>100 anos</title><summary type='text'>[ clica na imagem para ver em tamanho real ]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111676311396527021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111676311396527021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/100-anos.html' title='100 anos'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111676328208756251</id><published>2005-05-22T13:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T13:01:22.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Nokia 2100</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111676328208756251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111676328208756251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/miss-nokia-2100.html' title='Miss Nokia 2100'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111676294346308390</id><published>2005-05-22T12:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T12:55:43.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prevenção</title><summary type='text'>[ clica na imagem para ver em tamanho real ]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111676294346308390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111676294346308390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/preveno.html' title='Prevenção'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111667578851087218</id><published>2005-05-21T12:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T12:43:08.510+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bombas de gasolina</title><summary type='text'>Tu és um empregado/a num posto de combustivel. Vamos ver dás conta do recado[ game : trabalhar numa bomba de gasolina ]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111667578851087218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111667578851087218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/bombas-de-gasolina.html' title='Bombas de gasolina'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111667546949682105</id><published>2005-05-21T12:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T12:37:49.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Canalizador</title><summary type='text'>Pega nas tuas ferramentas de canalizador e joga este divertido jogo :[ game : arruma os canos ]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111667546949682105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111667546949682105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/canalizador.html' title='Canalizador'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111661562873386556</id><published>2005-05-20T20:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T12:09:52.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os seguidores de George W. Bush</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111661562873386556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111661562873386556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/os-seguidores-de-george-w-bush.html' title='Os seguidores de George W. Bush'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111661572774970286</id><published>2005-05-20T20:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T20:02:07.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarzan</title><summary type='text'>P: O que diz o Tarzan a um rato?R: Tão pequeno e com bigode!P: E o que lhe diz o rato?R: Tão grande e com fralda!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111661572774970286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111661572774970286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/tarzan.html' title='Tarzan'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998374.post-111661556672276584</id><published>2005-05-20T19:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T19:59:26.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacas e touros</title><summary type='text'>Era uma vez um inglês, um francês e um português, que fazem aposta para ver quem conseguia tirar mais leite às vacas. Vai o Inglês, tira dois baldes ceios de leite...Vai o Francês, tira dois baldes e meio de leite...Vai o Português...e nunca mais vem. O júri começa a ficar preocupado com a demora do concorrente. Passado uma hora lé vem o Português todo suado e com um bocadinho de leite no fundo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111661556672276584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998374/posts/default/111661556672276584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempestade-nocturna.blogspot.com/2005/05/vacas-e-touros.html' title='Vacas e touros'/><author><name>Rui H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659222823912201726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_F7F4yOEh8/TTJQ7xhXtOI/AAAAAAAAACY/p5c6WCzeOaw/s1600-R/4260.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
