<?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-7149384315198788412</id><updated>2011-08-02T18:40:19.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Histórias Para Dizer Der</title><subtitle type='html'>As Histórias contidas neste Blog foram criadas por:
Joanna D'Arc (Vuda)
Josivaldo (Jonathan)
Marta (Isabelle)
Jurema (Thaís)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149384315198788412/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>- vuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191244945759227125</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/_ypsdZDOQc8Q/Shtwf082DSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/G9qlJ2s5Gwo/S220/medo10.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149384315198788412.post-5895826098226861645</id><published>2008-08-06T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T15:51:45.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Era uma vez uma porca que queria muito ser professora, um dia ela estava andando e achou um pônei da Barbie que perguntou o que ela fazia na escola. Ela disse que era Vice-Diretora-Porco, mas o pônei logo percebeu que não era aquilo que a porco gostaria de ser então perguntou:&lt;br /&gt;- Você gosta do que faz? - ela responeu:&lt;br /&gt;- Não eu gostaria de ser pedagoga!! - e o pônei respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;- O quê? perna da gorda?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;By:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Profile.aspx?uid=14116937613850314961"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 132, 0);"&gt;Josival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Profile.aspx?uid=14116937613850314961"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 132, 0);"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIRIYQDUds4/SJoquZGMzdI/AAAAAAAAADg/eR_vO4Ucdqg/s1600-h/images%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIRIYQDUds4/SJoquZGMzdI/AAAAAAAAADg/eR_vO4Ucdqg/s320/images%5B3%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231540893643492818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149384315198788412-5895826098226861645?l=historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com/feeds/5895826098226861645/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149384315198788412&amp;postID=5895826098226861645' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149384315198788412/posts/default/5895826098226861645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149384315198788412/posts/default/5895826098226861645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com/2008/08/era-uma-vez-uma-porca-que-queria-muito.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle de Lima Amaral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xfcs_HDhaqQ/TWQGbVsCOrI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Vdsyn8Z65aA/s220/OgAAAJbZRf2HX-ZDUjOL-GVCr7K6r8H_T3NBShxks8i7aP2Fpa_Eut6chdr4lFZKMOrtn1QoC7yqAMP9BRbRVzkAe3wAm1T1UDORoz2GKgkBw5Tta1K4W9Zs7eGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIRIYQDUds4/SJoquZGMzdI/AAAAAAAAADg/eR_vO4Ucdqg/s72-c/images%5B3%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149384315198788412.post-1314961207562332873</id><published>2008-07-11T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T06:30:34.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Nome Bonito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tIRIYQDUds4/SHdgMfT7uvI/AAAAAAAAADI/9MoOZlTSa84/s1600-h/Patinho%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tIRIYQDUds4/SHdgMfT7uvI/AAAAAAAAADI/9MoOZlTSa84/s320/Patinho%3B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221748060639181554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Havia um patinho que estava cansado de ter um nome tão simples e apagado como o dele, o nome dele era &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheirisbundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Ele não gostava desse nome, então resolveu criar um nome artístico que era &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patty Loosho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; só que todos começaram a pensar que ele era uma prostituta, e quando ele ficou sabendo disso ele ficou muito bravo e resolveu trocar. Então ele mudou seu nome para &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jonnhy Cafetty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;só que a língua do povo é muito grande e começaram a falar que ele era um Cafetão, e claro, ele ficou mais bravo ainda. Então ele decidiu trocar por um nome que mudaria a história da humanidade e ele mudou seu nome para &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Osama Bin Laden&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e então como você já deve ter adivinhado, os animais pouco linguarudos falaram para o Presidente dos Estados Unidos e as forças armadas mataram o pobrezinho Osama Bin Laden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;By:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Profile.aspx?uid=9343359187922944922"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Marta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149384315198788412-1314961207562332873?l=historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com/feeds/1314961207562332873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149384315198788412&amp;postID=1314961207562332873' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149384315198788412/posts/default/1314961207562332873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149384315198788412/posts/default/1314961207562332873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com/2008/07/um-nome-bonito.html' title='Um Nome Bonito'/><author><name>Isabelle de Lima Amaral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xfcs_HDhaqQ/TWQGbVsCOrI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Vdsyn8Z65aA/s220/OgAAAJbZRf2HX-ZDUjOL-GVCr7K6r8H_T3NBShxks8i7aP2Fpa_Eut6chdr4lFZKMOrtn1QoC7yqAMP9BRbRVzkAe3wAm1T1UDORoz2GKgkBw5Tta1K4W9Zs7eGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tIRIYQDUds4/SHdgMfT7uvI/AAAAAAAAADI/9MoOZlTSa84/s72-c/Patinho%3B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149384315198788412.post-8972769059234081178</id><published>2008-07-09T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T19:16:04.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Sapatinho Que Se Lambuzou na Merda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ypsdZDOQc8Q/SHVw17pVjRI/AAAAAAAAACg/pEhyZ3fk8ho/s1600-h/Sapato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ypsdZDOQc8Q/SHVw17pVjRI/AAAAAAAAACg/pEhyZ3fk8ho/s320/Sapato.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221203414852406546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havia um sapatinho muito comum, só que ele não queria ser mais só um sapatinho comum e nada mais. Então ele resolveu se lambusar na merda... Pronto! Agora ele não é só um sapatinho comum, agora ele é um sapatinho comum lambusado de merda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;By:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color:#008400;"&gt;Josivaldo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149384315198788412-8972769059234081178?l=historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com/feeds/8972769059234081178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149384315198788412&amp;postID=8972769059234081178' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149384315198788412/posts/default/8972769059234081178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149384315198788412/posts/default/8972769059234081178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-sapatinho-que-se-lambuzou-na-merda_09.html' title='O Sapatinho Que Se Lambuzou na Merda'/><author><name>- vuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191244945759227125</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/_ypsdZDOQc8Q/Shtwf082DSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/G9qlJ2s5Gwo/S220/medo10.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ypsdZDOQc8Q/SHVw17pVjRI/AAAAAAAAACg/pEhyZ3fk8ho/s72-c/Sapato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149384315198788412.post-4293543893348210350</id><published>2008-07-09T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T11:44:26.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Pinto Virou o Filho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tIRIYQDUds4/SHUB9g0glwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ejFZ4YQ66s8/s1600-h/cavalo-paraguaio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tIRIYQDUds4/SHUB9g0glwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ejFZ4YQ66s8/s320/cavalo-paraguaio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221081499299780354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="para"&gt; Um dia uma mulher levou seu filho de 10 anos no zoológico.&lt;br /&gt;Chegou lá e tinha um cavalo olhando pra bunda da hipopótama.&lt;br /&gt;-Mamãe, mamãe! O cavalo está tendo um filho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;OBS: o "filho" que o cavalo estava tento é o orgao sexual dele rígido, digamos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Profile.aspx?uid=9681949895604157957"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 215, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;link=http: br="" uid="9681949895604157957"&gt;Jurema&lt;/link=http:&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149384315198788412-4293543893348210350?l=historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com/feeds/4293543893348210350/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149384315198788412&amp;postID=4293543893348210350' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149384315198788412/posts/default/4293543893348210350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149384315198788412/posts/default/4293543893348210350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-pinto-virou-o-filho.html' title='O Pinto Virou o Filho'/><author><name>Isabelle de Lima Amaral</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xfcs_HDhaqQ/TWQGbVsCOrI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Vdsyn8Z65aA/s220/OgAAAJbZRf2HX-ZDUjOL-GVCr7K6r8H_T3NBShxks8i7aP2Fpa_Eut6chdr4lFZKMOrtn1QoC7yqAMP9BRbRVzkAe3wAm1T1UDORoz2GKgkBw5Tta1K4W9Zs7eGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tIRIYQDUds4/SHUB9g0glwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ejFZ4YQ66s8/s72-c/cavalo-paraguaio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149384315198788412.post-7847358663777323020</id><published>2008-07-07T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T19:13:53.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Armário</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.brandaomoveis.com.br/admin/fotos/armario_aco_ARMBM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.brandaomoveis.com.br/admin/fotos/armario_aco_ARMBM.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Era uma vez um armário que guardava roupas. Um dia sua dona o-vendeu para um sex shop, e ele passou a guardar brinquedinhos eróticos... depois ele foi vendido para uma boate, onde colocavam as roupas sexy's das strippers. Por fim, o-venderam para a Nazaré da novela, que o-empurrou da escada e ele morreu... foi vendido então para uma funerária onde guardava pinto de gente morta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;By:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Profile.aspx?uid=5684804046696926560"&gt;Joanna D'Arc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149384315198788412-7847358663777323020?l=historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com/feeds/7847358663777323020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149384315198788412&amp;postID=7847358663777323020' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149384315198788412/posts/default/7847358663777323020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149384315198788412/posts/default/7847358663777323020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-armrio.html' title='O Armário'/><author><name>- vuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191244945759227125</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/_ypsdZDOQc8Q/Shtwf082DSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/G9qlJ2s5Gwo/S220/medo10.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149384315198788412.post-7296986225372082831</id><published>2008-07-07T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:46:22.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Galinha Canibal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://baixaki.ig.com.br/imagens/wpapers/BXK17595_galinha-caipira800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://baixaki.ig.com.br/imagens/wpapers/BXK17595_galinha-caipira800.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havia uma Galinha que adorava botar Ovos. O sonho dela era botar ovos com um Pintinho dentro mas nunca saia nada. Um dia ela ficou revoltada com a vida e resolveu quebrar os ovos que ela botou naquele dia. Ela começou quebrar tudo, até que teve uma hora que ela quebrou um ovo e tinha um pintinho, aí ela ficou revoltada de novo por ter matado o pintinho, então ela resolveu comê-lo e desse dia em diante ela iria comer todos os pintinhos que nascessem e ela virou o "&lt;u&gt;Hannibal&lt;/u&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;By:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Profile.aspx?uid=9343359187922944922"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Marta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149384315198788412-7296986225372082831?l=historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com/feeds/7296986225372082831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149384315198788412&amp;postID=7296986225372082831' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149384315198788412/posts/default/7296986225372082831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149384315198788412/posts/default/7296986225372082831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com/2008/07/galinha-canibal.html' title='A Galinha Canibal'/><author><name>- vuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191244945759227125</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/_ypsdZDOQc8Q/Shtwf082DSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/G9qlJ2s5Gwo/S220/medo10.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149384315198788412.post-4790235159942753540</id><published>2008-07-07T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:41:58.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juicer Walita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.marceloantunes.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/100x100_juiceralumiques.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.marceloantunes.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/100x100_juiceralumiques.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havia um menininho que adorava sucos.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia ele ficou com desejo de tomar suco de batata.&lt;br /&gt;Ele nunca conseguiu. Quando ele cresceu e virou um homem ele casou e ficou grávido, aí quando ele teve o bebê, o bebê nasceu com cara de suco de batata e com uma lombriga na barriga. Aí o papai do nenêm que tem cara de suco de batata, colocou o filho no Juicer Walita e expremeu ele, aí depois de tantos anos de espera, ele finalmente tomouu o suco de batata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;By:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Profile.aspx?uid=9343359187922944922"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Marta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149384315198788412-4790235159942753540?l=historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com/feeds/4790235159942753540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149384315198788412&amp;postID=4790235159942753540' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149384315198788412/posts/default/4790235159942753540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149384315198788412/posts/default/4790235159942753540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com/2008/07/juicer-walita.html' title='Juicer Walita'/><author><name>- vuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191244945759227125</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/_ypsdZDOQc8Q/Shtwf082DSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/G9qlJ2s5Gwo/S220/medo10.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149384315198788412.post-7972781127424963406</id><published>2008-07-07T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:38:35.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Boi que só Dizia "muuuuuu"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ambienteemfoco.com.br/wp-content/uploads/caracu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.ambienteemfoco.com.br/wp-content/uploads/caracu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havia um boizinho que adorava dizer "muuuuuuuuuh"! Ele só sabia dizer "muuuuuuh"!&lt;br /&gt;Mas ele estava triste por só saber falar "muuuuuh"! E Queria aprender a falar outra palavra.&lt;br /&gt;Ele foi até o burro que era muito esperto.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de alguns dias o burro conseguiu ensinar o boi a dizer outra palavra, aí quando o boi foi mugir ele disse:&lt;br /&gt;"Cuuuuuuuuuuh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;By:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Profile.aspx?uid=9343359187922944922"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Marta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149384315198788412-7972781127424963406?l=historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com/feeds/7972781127424963406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149384315198788412&amp;postID=7972781127424963406' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149384315198788412/posts/default/7972781127424963406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149384315198788412/posts/default/7972781127424963406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-boi-que-s-dizia-muuuuuu.html' title='O Boi que só Dizia &quot;muuuuuu&quot;'/><author><name>- vuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191244945759227125</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/_ypsdZDOQc8Q/Shtwf082DSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/G9qlJ2s5Gwo/S220/medo10.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149384315198788412.post-7530161667087335031</id><published>2008-07-07T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T17:50:54.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Dinossaurinho Gay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ypsdZDOQc8Q/SHQLZt0FybI/AAAAAAAAACY/u33BACrViG4/s1600-h/dinossauro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ypsdZDOQc8Q/SHQLZt0FybI/AAAAAAAAACY/u33BACrViG4/s320/dinossauro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220810404451961266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez um dinossaurinho gay que não foi extinto, e vivia escondido dos humanos. Ele queria evoluir sua espécie, mas ele era o único dinossauro e era gay! Então ele se rebelou contra o mundo: começou a se drogar, e virou uma prostituta das fazendas, dando para cavalos holandeses e camêlos egípcios, pois ele era muito exigente com os clientes! Hoje em dia ele mudou o nome para Rita Cadillac, e tem uma xotinha de &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 215, 0);"&gt;ouro&lt;/span&gt;! Um luxo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;By:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Profile.aspx?uid=5684804046696926560"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);"&gt;Joanna D'Arc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149384315198788412-7530161667087335031?l=historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com/feeds/7530161667087335031/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149384315198788412&amp;postID=7530161667087335031' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149384315198788412/posts/default/7530161667087335031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149384315198788412/posts/default/7530161667087335031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-dinossaurinho-gay.html' title='O Dinossaurinho Gay'/><author><name>- vuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191244945759227125</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/_ypsdZDOQc8Q/Shtwf082DSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/G9qlJ2s5Gwo/S220/medo10.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ypsdZDOQc8Q/SHQLZt0FybI/AAAAAAAAACY/u33BACrViG4/s72-c/dinossauro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149384315198788412.post-6671227747230589481</id><published>2008-07-07T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T17:38:54.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Árvore Vermelha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://garatujando.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/Arvore%20verrmelha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://garatujando.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/Arvore%20verrmelha.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;-Mamãe, por que aquela árvore é vermelha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;-Porque é a natureza, meu filho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;-Mas por que seu cabelo também está vermelho?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-O filho da puta de um passarinho achou que o meu cabelo é absorvente, e menstruou em cima!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;By:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Profile.aspx?uid=9681949895604157957"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 215, 0);"&gt;Jurema&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149384315198788412-6671227747230589481?l=historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com/feeds/6671227747230589481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149384315198788412&amp;postID=6671227747230589481' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149384315198788412/posts/default/6671227747230589481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149384315198788412/posts/default/6671227747230589481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com/2008/07/rvore-vermelha.html' title='A Árvore Vermelha'/><author><name>- vuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191244945759227125</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/_ypsdZDOQc8Q/Shtwf082DSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/G9qlJ2s5Gwo/S220/medo10.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149384315198788412.post-7354090872088864135</id><published>2008-07-07T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:23:38.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Papagaio Marrom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ypsdZDOQc8Q/SHKldA_t6jI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Phx619vJYw0/s1600-h/Papaguaio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ypsdZDOQc8Q/SHKldA_t6jI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Phx619vJYw0/s320/Papaguaio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220416835977865778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na floresta havia uma papagaio marrom. Ele nao era feliz porque era marrom. Ele odiava ser marrom. Todos o-chamavam de "Bostinha Empenada", e ele estava cansado de ser chamado assim.&lt;br /&gt;Certo dia, ele achou uma arvore Pau-Brasil, extraiu a tinta vermelha e passou nas penas! Agora ele estava muito feliz por nao ser mais marrom! No outro dia, todos da floresta estavam comentando: "Há um novo morador da floresta... Um que se parece com bosta de cavalo com menstruação!"&lt;br /&gt;O Papagaio ficou tão triste, que se matou comendo bosta. No outro dia estavam comentando: "Um papagaio se suicidou aqui na floresta... Parece que ele se auto-devorou!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;By:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Profile.aspx?uid=5684804046696926560"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#840084;"&gt;Joanna D'Arc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149384315198788412-7354090872088864135?l=historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com/feeds/7354090872088864135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149384315198788412&amp;postID=7354090872088864135' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149384315198788412/posts/default/7354090872088864135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149384315198788412/posts/default/7354090872088864135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-papagaio-marrom.html' title='O Papagaio Marrom'/><author><name>- vuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191244945759227125</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/_ypsdZDOQc8Q/Shtwf082DSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/G9qlJ2s5Gwo/S220/medo10.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ypsdZDOQc8Q/SHKldA_t6jI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Phx619vJYw0/s72-c/Papaguaio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149384315198788412.post-2952919796720603383</id><published>2008-07-07T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:21:09.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Sapatinho que se Lambuzou na Merda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ypsdZDOQc8Q/SHKk1vfyoeI/AAAAAAAAABs/5vMi4hlTY4w/s1600-h/Sapato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ypsdZDOQc8Q/SHKk1vfyoeI/AAAAAAAAABs/5vMi4hlTY4w/s320/Sapato.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220416161265656290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havia um sapatinho muito comum, só que ele não queria ser mais só um sapatinho comum e nada mais. Então ele resolveu se lambusar na merda... Pronto! Agora ele não é só um sapatinho comum, agora ele é um sapatinho comum lambusado de merda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;By:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Profile.aspx?uid=14116937613850314961"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008400;"&gt;Josivaldo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149384315198788412-2952919796720603383?l=historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com/feeds/2952919796720603383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149384315198788412&amp;postID=2952919796720603383' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149384315198788412/posts/default/2952919796720603383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149384315198788412/posts/default/2952919796720603383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-sapatinho-que-se-lambuzou-na-merda.html' title='O Sapatinho que se Lambuzou na Merda'/><author><name>- vuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191244945759227125</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/_ypsdZDOQc8Q/Shtwf082DSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/G9qlJ2s5Gwo/S220/medo10.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ypsdZDOQc8Q/SHKk1vfyoeI/AAAAAAAAABs/5vMi4hlTY4w/s72-c/Sapato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149384315198788412.post-8107935817206248881</id><published>2008-07-07T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:17:27.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mamadeira Safadinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ypsdZDOQc8Q/SHKj-fnSMJI/AAAAAAAAABk/WN_4H6LX7OE/s1600-h/mama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ypsdZDOQc8Q/SHKj-fnSMJI/AAAAAAAAABk/WN_4H6LX7OE/s320/mama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220415212109312146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez uma ariranha. Ela queria muito ser stripper! Só que ela era hermafrodita, então os cafetões nao aceitavam ela. Então ela resolvou cortar seu caralho. Ela cortou, e deixou o pinto morto pendurado na parede.&lt;br /&gt;Foi um bebê lá e achou que era uma mamadeira.&lt;br /&gt;-Huum, leitinho azedo !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;By:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color:#840084;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Profile.aspx?uid=5684804046696926560"&gt; Joanna D'Arc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149384315198788412-8107935817206248881?l=historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com/feeds/8107935817206248881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149384315198788412&amp;postID=8107935817206248881' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149384315198788412/posts/default/8107935817206248881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149384315198788412/posts/default/8107935817206248881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasparadizerder.blogspot.com/2008/07/mamadeira-safadinha.html' title='A Mamadeira Safadinha'/><author><name>- vuda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191244945759227125</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/_ypsdZDOQc8Q/Shtwf082DSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/G9qlJ2s5Gwo/S220/medo10.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ypsdZDOQc8Q/SHKj-fnSMJI/AAAAAAAAABk/WN_4H6LX7OE/s72-c/mama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
