<?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-4348937759490838748</id><updated>2011-07-30T15:24:15.340-03:00</updated><category term='Diversos'/><category term='Reflexão'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='Biblia'/><category term='Pensamentos'/><category term='Imagens'/><category term='Poemas'/><category term='Frase do dia'/><category term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>..::Weschenfelder::..</title><subtitle type='html'>"Problemas sao inevitaveis, ser derrotados por eles é opcional!!!"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>398</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-2500460784473633861</id><published>2011-06-12T12:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T13:02:54.727-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diversos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Não mecha com quem ta quieto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TELEGRAMA DE DIVÓRCIO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Uma mulher é transferida para trabalhar em outra cidade. Depois de poucos&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;dias, mandou um telegrama ao marido que dizia:&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;"FAVOR, ENVIAR URGENTE DOCUMENTOS PARA O DIVÓRCIO. ENCONTREI UM COMPANHEIRO&amp;nbsp;IDEAL QUE POSSUI AS MESMAS CARACTERÍSTICAS DO NOVO FORD FUSION"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_iiZcTyJk0/TfTh8RqIA-I/AAAAAAAABW8/xDaHn6J3zSg/s1600/new+fusion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_iiZcTyJk0/TfTh8RqIA-I/AAAAAAAABW8/xDaHn6J3zSg/s400/new+fusion.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;Curioso, o marido vai a uma concessionária e pergunta ao vendedor quais as&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;características do tal carro.&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;'É MAIS POTENTE, MAIS COMPRIDO, MAIS LARGO, MAIS RÁPIDO NA SUBIDA, MAIS&amp;nbsp;BONITO E NÃO BEBE MUITO.'&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;Duas semanas depois, é ela que recebe um telegrama do marido dizendo:&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;"MANDEI OS PAPÉIS DO DIVÓRCIO. ASSINE RÁPIDO!!!&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;ENCONTREI UMA COMPANHEIRA IDEAL. REÚNE TODAS AS QUALIDADES DA NOVA RANGER"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oyRoI1vsPVc/TfTh9h2AQSI/AAAAAAAABXA/kly5Dv0BTME/s1600/new+ranger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oyRoI1vsPVc/TfTh9h2AQSI/AAAAAAAABXA/kly5Dv0BTME/s400/new+ranger.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 23px;"&gt;Curiosa, a mulher vai&amp;nbsp;à uma concessionária e pergunta sobre o tal carro.&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;O vendedor responde:&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;'É MAIS RESISTENTE,&amp;nbsp; SUPORTA MAIS PESO, TEM LUBRIFICAÇÃO AUTOMÁTICA, A&lt;br style="line-height: 23px;" /&gt;CARROCERIA É NOVA E MAIS ARREDONDADA, É MAIS BONITA E CONFORTÁVEL, POSSUI&amp;nbsp;AIR-BAG DUPLO EXTRA LARGE, MAIS SILENCIOSA, NÃO VAZA ÓLEO, É MAIS ECONÔMICA&amp;nbsp;E AINDA ACEITA ENGATE NA TRASEIRA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-2500460784473633861?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/2500460784473633861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=2500460784473633861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/2500460784473633861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/2500460784473633861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2011/06/nao-mecha-com-quem-ta-quieto.html' title='Não mecha com quem ta quieto'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_iiZcTyJk0/TfTh8RqIA-I/AAAAAAAABW8/xDaHn6J3zSg/s72-c/new+fusion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-8364981546985920544</id><published>2011-01-23T15:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T15:13:14.224-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Nada é por acaso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um homem&amp;nbsp;costumava ter em cima de sua cama uma placa escrita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ISSO TAMBÉM PASSA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então perguntaram a ele o porquê disso...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele disse que era para que quando estivesse passando por momentos ruins, se lembrar de que eles iriam embora, que iriam passar, e que ele estava vivendo isso por algum motivo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas essa placa também era para lembrá-lo de que quando estivesse muito feliz, não deveria deixar tudo para trás e se deixar levar, porque esses momentos também iriam passar e momentos difíceis viriam novamente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É exatamente disso que a vida é feita, momentos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Momentos que TEMOS que passar, sendo bons ou não, para o nosso próprio aprendizado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca esquecendo do mais importante:&lt;span style="color: #663366;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NADA NESSA VIDA É POR ACASO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-8364981546985920544?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/8364981546985920544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=8364981546985920544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/8364981546985920544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/8364981546985920544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2011/01/nada-e-por-acaso.html' title='Nada é por acaso'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-7523185106500011797</id><published>2010-09-02T12:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T12:41:44.443-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Menino ou menina?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;O cara pergunta pro patrão:&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;- Chefe, pode me dispensar hoje à tarde? É que minha mulher vai ter um filho...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;- Se é por causa disso, tá dispensado.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;No dia seguinte, o patrão chega pro empregado e pergunta:&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;- E aí, correu tudo bem? É menino ou menina?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;- Correu tudo muito bem. Agora, pra saber se é menino ou menina, temos que esperar nove meses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-7523185106500011797?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/7523185106500011797/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=7523185106500011797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/7523185106500011797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/7523185106500011797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/09/menino-ou-menina.html' title='Menino ou menina?'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-2818950275355742095</id><published>2010-08-26T11:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T11:52:14.852-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Casamento, pense nisso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-style: italic; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Os anjos estão constantemente nos enviando recados, mas para escutá-los, precisamos querer ouvir a mensagem!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Naquela noite, enquanto minha esposa servia o jantar, eu segurei sua mão e disse: "Tenho algo importante para te dizer". Ela se sentou e jantou sem dizer uma palavra. Pude ver sofrimento em seus olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;De repente, eu também fiquei sem palavras. No entanto, eu tinha que dizer a ela o que estava pensando. Eu queria o divórcio. E abordei o assunto calmamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ela não parecia irritada pelas minhas palavras e simplesmente perguntou em voz baixa: "Por quê?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eu evitei respondê-la, o que a deixou muito brava. Ela jogou os talheres longe e gritou "você não é homem!" Naquela noite, nós não conversamos mais. Pude ouví-la chorando. Eu sabia que ela queria um motivo para o fim do nosso casamento. Mas eu não tinha uma resposta satisfatória para esta pergunta. O meu coração não pertencia a ela mais e sim a Jane. Eu simplesmente não a amava mais, sentia pena dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Me sentindo muito culpado, rascunhei um acordo de divórcio, deixando para ela a casa, nosso carro e 30% das ações da minha empresa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ela tomou o papel da minha mão e o rasgou violentamente. A mulher com quem vivi pelos últimos 10 anos se tornou uma estranha para mim. Eu fiquei com dó deste desperdício de tempo e energia mas eu não voltaria atrás do que disse, pois amava a Jane profundamente. Finalmente ela começou a chorar alto na minha frente, o que já era esperado. Eu me senti libertado enquanto ela chorava. A minha obsessão por divórcio nas últimas semanas finalmente se materializava e o fim estava mais perto agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;No dia seguinte, eu cheguei em casa tarde e a encontrei sentada na mesa escrevendo. Eu não jantei, fui direto para a cama e dormi imediatamente, pois estava cansado depois de ter passado o dia com a Jane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Quando acordei no meio da noite, ela ainda estava sentada à mesa, escrevendo. Eu a ignorei e voltei a dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Na manhã seguinte, ela me apresentou suas condições: ela não queria nada meu, mas pedia um mês de prazo para conceder o divórcio. Ela pediu que durante os próximos 30 dias a gente tentasse viver juntos de forma mais natural possivel. As suas razões eram simples: o nosso filho faria seus examos no próximo mês e precisava de um ambiente propício para prepar-se bem, sem os problemas de ter que lidar com o rompimento de seus pais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Isso me pareceu razoável, mas ela acrescentou algo mais. Ela me lembrou do momento em que eu a carreguei para dentro da nossa casa no dia em que nos casamos e me pediu que durante os próximos 30 dias eu a carregasse para fora da casa todas as manhãs. Eu então percebi que ela estava completamente louca mas aceitei sua proposta para não tornar meus próximos dias ainda mais intoleráveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eu contei para a Jane sobre o pedido da minha esposa e ela riu muito e achou a idéia totalmente absurda. "Ela pensa que impondo condições assim vai mudar alguma coisa; melhor ela encarar a situação e aceitar o divórcio" ,disse Jane em tom de gozação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Minha esposa e eu não tínhamos nenhum contato físico havia muito tempo, então quando eu a carreguei para fora da casa no primeiro dia, foi totalmente estranho. Nosso filho nos aplaudiu dizendo "O papai está carregando a mamãe no colo!" Suas palavras me causaram constrangimento. Do quarto para a sala, da sala para a porta de entrada da casa, eu devo ter caminhado uns 10 metros carregando minha esposa no colo. Ela fechou os olhos e disse baixinho "Não conte para o nosso filho sobre o divórcio" Eu balancei a cabeça mesmo discordando e então a coloquei no chão assim que atravessamos a porta de entrada da casa. Ela foi pegar o ônibus para o trabalho e eu dirigi para o escritório.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;No segundo dia, foi mais fácil para nós dois. Ela se apoiou no meu peito, eu senti o cheiro do perfume que ela usava. Eu então percebi que há muito tempo não prestava atenção a essa mulher. Ela certamente tinha envelhecido nestes últimos 10 anos, havia rugas no seu rosto, seu cabelo estava ficando fino e grisalho. O nosso casamento teve muito impacto nela. Por uns segundos, cheguei a pensar no que havia feito para ela estar neste estado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;No quarto dia, quando eu a levantei, senti uma certa intimidade maior com o corpo dela. Esta mulher havia dedicado 10 anos da vida dela a mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;No quinto dia, a mesma coisa. Eu não disse nada a Jane, mas ficava a cada dia mais fácil carregá-la do nosso quarto à porta da casa. Talvez meus músculos estejam mais firmes com o exercício, pensei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Certa manhã, ela estava tentando escolher um vestido. Ela experimentou uma série deles mas não conseguia achar um que servisse. Com um suspiro, ela disse "Todos os meus vestidos estão grandes para mim". Eu então percebi que ela realmente havia emagrecido bastante, daí a facilidade em carregá-la nos últimos dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A realidade caiu sobre mim com uma ponta de remorso... ela carrega tanta dor e tristeza em seu coração..... Instintivamente, eu estiquei o braço e toquei seus cabelos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Nosso filho entrou no quarto neste momento e disse "Pai, está na hora de você carregar a mamãe". Para ele, ver seu pai carregando sua mão todas as manhãs tornou-se parte da rotina da casa. Minha esposa abraçou nosso filho e o segurou em seus braços por alguns longos segundos. Eu tive que sair de perto, temendo mudar de idéia agora que estava tão perto do meu objetivo. Em seguida, eu a carreguei em meus braços, do quarto para a sala, da sala para a porta de entrada da casa. Sua mão repousava em meu pescoço. Eu a segurei firme contra o meu corpo. Lembrei-me do dia do nosso casamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mas o seu corpo tão magro me deixou triste. No último dia, quando eu a segurei em meus braços, por algum motivo não conseguia mover minhas pernas. Nosso filho já tinha ido para a escola e eu me vi pronunciando estas palavras: "Eu não percebi o quanto perdemos a nossa intimidade com o tempo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eu não consegui dirigir para o trabalho.... fui até o meu novo futuro endereço, saí do carro apressadamente, com medo de mudar de idéia...Subi as escadas e bati na porta do quarto. A Jane abriu a porta e eu disse a ela "Desculpe, Jane. Eu não quero mais me divorciar".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ela olhou para mim sem acreditar e tocou na minha testa "Você está com febre?" Eu tirei sua mão da minha testa e repeti "Desculpe, Jane. Eu não vou me divorciar. Meu casamento ficou chato porque nós não soubemos valorizar os pequenos detalhes da nossa vida e não por falta de amor. Agora eu percebi que desde o dia em que carreguei minha esposa no dia do nosso casamento para nossa casa, eu devo segurá-la até que a morte nos separe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A Jane então percebeu que era sério. Me deu um tapa no rosto, bateu a porta na minha cara e pude ouví-la chorando compulsivamente. Eu voltei para o carro e fui trabalhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Na loja de flores, no caminho de volta para casa, eu comprei um buquê de rosas para minha esposa. A atendente me perguntou o que eu gostaria de escrever no cartão. Eu sorri e escrevi: "Eu te carregarei em meus braços todas as manhãs até que a morte nos separe".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Naquela noite, quando cheguei em casa, com um buquê de flores na mão e um grande sorriso no rosto, fui direto para o nosso quarto onde encontrei minha esposa deitada na cama - morta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Minha esposa estava com câncer e vinha se tratando a vários meses, mas eu estava muito ocupado com a Jane para perceber que havia algo errado com ela. Ela sabia que morreria em breve e quis poupar nosso filho dos efeitos de um divórcio - e prolongou a nossa vida juntos proporcionando ao nosso filho a imagem de nós dois juntos toda manhã. Pelo menos aos olhos do meu filho, eu sou um marido carinhoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Os pequenos detalhes de nossa vida são o que realmente contam num relacionamento. Não é a mansão, o carro, as propriedades, o dinheiro no banco. Estes bens criam um ambiente propício a felicidade mas não proporcionam mais do que conforto. Portanto, encontre tempo para ser amigo de sua esposa, faça pequenas coisas um para o outro para mantê-los próximos e íntimos. Tenham um casamento real e feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Se você não dividir isso com alguém, nada vai te acontecer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mas se escolher enviar para alguém, talvez salve um casamento.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Muitos fracassados na vida são pessoas que não perceberam que estavam tão perto do sucesso e preferiram desistir..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small; line-height: 23px;"&gt;UM CASAMENTO CENTRADO EM CRISTO É UM CASAMENTO QUE DURA UMA VIDA TODA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-2818950275355742095?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/2818950275355742095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=2818950275355742095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/2818950275355742095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/2818950275355742095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/08/casamento-pense-nisso.html' title='Casamento, pense nisso'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-5697675498019538661</id><published>2010-07-06T11:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T11:06:14.496-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Mineiro nos EUA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Um mineirinho bom de cama, passando por New York, pega uma americana e parte para os finalmentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Durante a relação, a americana fica louca e começa a gritar:&lt;br /&gt;- Once more, once more, once more.....(tradução de once more: 'mais uma vez')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o mineirinho responde desesperado:&lt;br /&gt;- Belorzonte, Belorzonte, Belorzonte.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-5697675498019538661?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/5697675498019538661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=5697675498019538661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/5697675498019538661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/5697675498019538661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/07/mineiro-nos-eua.html' title='Mineiro nos EUA'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-616866208518685417</id><published>2010-07-06T11:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T11:04:54.666-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Traição</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;O amigo chega pro Carzeduardo e fala:&lt;br /&gt;- Carzeduardo, sua muié tá te traino co Arcide.&lt;br /&gt;- Magina!! Ela num trai eu não. Cê tá inganado, sô.&lt;br /&gt;- Carzeduardo! Toda veiz qui ocê sai pra trabaiá, o Arcide vai pra sua casa e prega ferro nela.&lt;br /&gt;- Duvido! Ele não teria corage....&lt;br /&gt;- Mais teve! Pode confiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indignado com o que o amigo diz, o Carzeduardo finge que sai de casa, sesconde dentro do guarda-roupa e fica&lt;br /&gt;olhando pela fresta da porta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo vê sua mulher levando o Arcide para dentro do quarto pra começar a sacanage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde, ele encontra com o amigo, que lhe pergunta o que houve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E então, o Carzeduardo relata cabisbaixo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Foi terrive di vê!!!... ele jogou ela na cama, tirou a brusa.... e os peito caiu....tirou a carcinha...e a&lt;br /&gt;barriga e a bunda dispencaro...... tirou as meia...e apariceu aquelas varizaiada toda, as perna tudo cabiluda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu dentro do guarda roupa, cas mãos no rosto, pensava: 'Ai...qui vergonha que tô do Arcide!!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-616866208518685417?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/616866208518685417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=616866208518685417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/616866208518685417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/616866208518685417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/07/traicao.html' title='Traição'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-6428347906811989838</id><published>2010-06-23T21:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T21:32:26.631-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Tropeços</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Trata-se de uma cidadezinha do interior onde os usos e costumes estão um pouco... deteriorados. O padre não agüenta mais as confissões, onde o tema permanente é o adultério. Então, no domingo, o padre resolve fazer um sermão mais pesado e diz a seus fiéis:&lt;br /&gt;- A partir de hoje não quero mais ouvir falar de adultério nas confissões. É muito simples: se alguém, ao se confessar, disser que praticou adultério, eu peço minha transferência imediata para outra paróquia.&lt;br /&gt;Todos gostam muito do padre, e não querem que ele vá embora. Então combinam que se alguém tiver que confessar adutério, usará um código para este pecado: estabelecem que dirá que tropeçou e caiu no chão e praguejou. Uma semana depois, o padre cruza com o prefeito na praça. O padre diz:&lt;br /&gt;- Bom dia, Senhor prefeito. Foi bom encontrá-lo. O senhor não quer mandar dar uma olhada nas calçadas e nas ruas? Está todo mundo dizendo que está tropeçando nos buracos e caindo.&lt;br /&gt;O prefeito não pode evitar e cai na gargalhada ao ouvir a observação inocente do padre. Mas este interrompe-o de imediato:&lt;br /&gt;- O senhor não deveria estar rindo deste jeito. Só esta semana, sua esposa tropeçou e caiu três vezes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-6428347906811989838?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/6428347906811989838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=6428347906811989838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/6428347906811989838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/6428347906811989838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/06/tropecos.html' title='Tropeços'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-160922030711922453</id><published>2010-06-23T21:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T21:31:43.653-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Fantasia do Negão</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;O negão chega pra esposa e fala:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- Mulher faz uma fantasia pra mim que sexta tem baile no trabalho e eu quero abafar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;No dia seguinte o cara chega e em cima da sua cama tem uma fantasia do Super-Homem, com capa e tudo, que sua esposa fez na medida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;E ele reclama:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;- Cê tá maluca, mulher? Eu sou preto! Cumé que eu vou de Super-Homem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Já viu Super-Homem preto? Trata de fazer outra fantasia pra amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;No dia seguinte, ele chega e tem uma fantasia do Batman, que a mulher fez com a maior dificuldade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;E ele mais uma vez:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;- Vai ser burra no inferno! Por acaso cê já viu Batman preto? Se eu vestir essa merda, todo mundo vai me gozar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Faz outra fantasia, que a festa é amanhã e eu quero ir nos trinque!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Quando chega em casa, depois do trabalho, ele vê três botões brancos bem grandes em cima da cama, um cinto branco e um pedaço de pau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Não entendendo nada, ele pergunta pra mulher: Que porra de fantasia é essa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Ela responde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;- Você tem três opções: pode colocar os botões no peito e ir de dominó, pode colocar o cinto branco e ir de&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;biscoito negresco e, se não gostar de nenhuma das duas, enfia o pau no cú e vai de Chicabom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-160922030711922453?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/160922030711922453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=160922030711922453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/160922030711922453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/160922030711922453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/06/fantasia-do-negao.html' title='Fantasia do Negão'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-7493075324246944224</id><published>2010-06-08T23:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T23:24:11.948-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>O Jipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um jovem cumpria o seu dever cívico prestando serviço ao exército, mas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;era ridicularizado por ser cristão.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um dia o seu superior hierárquico, na intenção de humilhá-lo na frente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;do pelotão, pregou-lhe uma peça...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Soldado Coelho, venha até aqui!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Pois não Senhor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Segure essa chave. Agora vá até aquele jipe e o estacione ali na frente.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Mas senhor, o senhor sabe perfeitamente que eu não sei dirigir.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Soldado Coelho, eu não lhe perguntei nada. Vá até o jipe e faça o&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;que eu lhe ordenei...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Mas senhor, eu não sei dirigir!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Então peça ajuda ao seu Deus. Mostre-nos que Ele existe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O soldado não temendo, pegou a chave das mãos do seu superior e foi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;até o veículo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Entrou, sentou-se no banco do motorista e imediatamente começou sua&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;oração.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Senhor, tu sabes que eu não sei dirigir. Guie as minhas mãos e mostre&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a essas pessoas a sua fidelidade.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu confio em Ti e sei que podes me ajudar. Amém."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O garoto, manobrou o veículo e estacionou perfeitamente como queria o&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;seu superior.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ao sair do veículo, viu todo o pelotão chorando e alguns de joelhos...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- O que houve gente? - perguntou o soldado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Nós queremos o teu Deus, Coelho. Como fazemos para tê-lo? Perguntou&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;o seu superior.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Basta aceitá-lo como seu Senhor e Salvador. Mas porquê todos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;decidiram aceitar o meu Deus?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O superior pegou o soldado pela gola da camisa, caminhou com ele até o&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;jipe enxugando suas lágrimas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chegando lá, levantou o capô do veículo e o mesmo estava sem o motor!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;DEUS CUIDA DOS SEUS E NÃO PERMITE QUE NINGUÉM NOS HUMILHE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;SEJA VOCÊ TAMBÉM UMA SEMENTE DE JESUS E VOCÊ SEMPRE COLHERÁ O BEM!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Espere...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No tempo de Deus (que não é o seu) aquilo que você tanto almeja&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ser-lhe-à dado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se você está passando por provas, não se desespere.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Senhor está formando seu caráter e no tempo certo Ele lhe dará a vitória.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deus tem visto suas lutas!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deus diz que elas estão chegando ao fim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uma bênção está vindo em sua direção.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enviem de coração, de forma livre, a quem seu coração direcionar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-7493075324246944224?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/7493075324246944224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=7493075324246944224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/7493075324246944224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/7493075324246944224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-jipe.html' title='O Jipe'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-5887683633372822461</id><published>2010-05-31T11:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T11:58:10.144-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Parece mas não é</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um cara estava num onibus quando acidentalmente ele passou por uma freira e&lt;br /&gt;deu aquele pino.&lt;br /&gt;A freira zangou-se, esculhambou, ele pediu desculpas etc.&lt;br /&gt;A seguir ele comenta com o motorista o que ocorreu, aí o motorista diz:&lt;br /&gt;-Rapaz, esta freira é conhecida, ela dá este esparro todo mas no fundo ela&lt;br /&gt;gosta, ela é uma sem-vergonha, o pessoal diz que todo final da tarde ela&lt;br /&gt;encosta a bunda num buraco de uma divisória que dá para um salão lá na&lt;br /&gt;paróquia e um padre vem e come ela.&lt;br /&gt;O cara então dá um jeito de substituir o padre numa tardezinha e fica a&lt;br /&gt;espera no local indicado pelo motorista.&lt;br /&gt;Quando ele ver aquela bunda posta na abertura da parede, ele vai fundo e&lt;br /&gt;crau. Depois da transa ele fala:&lt;br /&gt;-Ei irmã, aqui não é o padre não viu, é aquele cara do onibus que voce&lt;br /&gt;desmoralizou na frente de todo mundo, sua safada.&lt;br /&gt;Do outro lado:&lt;br /&gt;-E aqui não é a freira não viu, é o motorista.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-5887683633372822461?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/5887683633372822461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=5887683633372822461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/5887683633372822461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/5887683633372822461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/05/parece-mas-nao-e.html' title='Parece mas não é'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-3375647721194658466</id><published>2010-05-28T20:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T20:13:12.528-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Como satisfazer uma mulher...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Como Satisfazer uma Mulher :&lt;br /&gt;Acaricie, Massageie, Cante, Suporte, Alimente, Dê banho, Ria, Estimule, Console, Abrace, Excite, Proteja, Seduza, Ligue, Corresponda, Antecipe, Perdoe, Sacrifique-se, Acessore, Deixe, Volte, Divirta, Mostre Charme, Mostre Igualdade, Fascine, Respeite, Ignore, Defenda, Faça Planos, Enfatize, Faça Serenata, Agrade, Mime, Tome Banho, Faça a Barba, Use Perfume, Elogie, Acredite, Santifique, Ajude, Reconheça, Seja Educado, Atualize-se, Aceite, Peça, Escute, Entenda, Leve, Acalme, Morra por ela, Mate por ela, Sonhe com ela, Prometa, Entregue, Comprometa-se, Eleve, Alivie, Sirva, Salve, Prove, Agradeça, Dance, Olhe, Escove, Seque, Dobre, Passe, Guarde, Idolatre, Ajoelhe-se!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como Satisfazer um homem:&lt;br /&gt;Tire a roupa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-3375647721194658466?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/3375647721194658466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=3375647721194658466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/3375647721194658466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/3375647721194658466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/05/como-satisfazer-uma-mulher.html' title='Como satisfazer uma mulher...'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-3419888157713401899</id><published>2010-05-20T12:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T12:08:19.956-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Boa Desculpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;Dono de uma capacidade invejável para arranjar desculpas, o piloto atende o telefone em plena madrugada:&lt;br /&gt;- Alô!&lt;br /&gt;- Comandante Rolim Murchim, aqui é da empresa aérea TAM-TAM. Acontece que temos um vôo para Tóquio daqui a duas horas e o piloto titular avisou que está doente. Você tem que vir pra cá imediatamente.&lt;br /&gt;- Alô! Alô! - fez o piloto.&lt;br /&gt;- O chefe me preveniu que você ia querer inventar uma desculpa para não vir e mandou avisá-lo que se você não estiver aqui dentro de meia hora vai perder o emprego.&lt;br /&gt;E o piloto, cutucando a mulher e falando bem alto:&lt;br /&gt;- Querida, acho que é alguém querendo falar com o seu marido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-3419888157713401899?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/3419888157713401899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=3419888157713401899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/3419888157713401899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/3419888157713401899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/05/boa-desculpa.html' title='Boa Desculpa'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-7809086815162612807</id><published>2010-05-14T11:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T11:08:02.496-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Reflita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00b050; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00b050; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Nunca desvalorize&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00b050; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00b050; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ninguém...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00b050; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00b050; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guarde cada pessoa &amp;nbsp;perto do seu coração, porque um dia você pode acordar e perceber que perdeu um diamante enquanto estava muito ocupado colecionando pedras."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-7809086815162612807?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/7809086815162612807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=7809086815162612807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/7809086815162612807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/7809086815162612807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/05/reflita.html' title='Reflita'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-848877431005797457</id><published>2010-05-14T11:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T11:07:18.156-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase do dia'/><title type='text'>Frase do Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting'; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting'; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"O Destino decide quem vamos encontrar na Vida... as Atitudes decidem quem Fica ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-848877431005797457?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/848877431005797457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=848877431005797457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/848877431005797457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/848877431005797457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/05/frase-do-dia_14.html' title='Frase do Dia'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-2087996720256405496</id><published>2010-05-06T12:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T12:36:58.960-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Tropeços</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Trata-se de uma cidadezinha do interior onde os usos e costumes estão um pouco... deteriorados. O padre não agüenta mais as confissões, onde o tema permanente é o adultério. Então, no domingo, o padre resolve fazer um sermão mais pesado e diz a seus fiéis:&lt;br /&gt;- A partir de hoje não quero mais ouvir falar de adultério nas confissões. É muito simples: se alguém, ao se confessar, disser que praticou adultério, eu peço minha transferência imediata para outra paróquia.&lt;br /&gt;Todos gostam muito do padre, e não querem que ele vá embora. Então combinam que se alguém tiver que confessar adutério, usará um código para este pecado: estabelecem que dirá que tropeçou e caiu no chão e praguejou. Uma semana depois, o padre cruza com o prefeito na praça. O padre diz:&lt;br /&gt;- Bom dia, Senhor prefeito. Foi bom encontrá-lo. O senhor não quer mandar dar uma olhada nas calçadas e nas ruas? Está todo mundo dizendo que está tropeçando nos buracos e caindo.&lt;br /&gt;O prefeito não pode evitar e cai na gargalhada ao ouvir a observação inocente do padre. Mas este interrompe-o de imediato:&lt;br /&gt;- O senhor não deveria estar rindo deste jeito. Só esta semana, sua esposa tropeçou e caiu três vezes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-2087996720256405496?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/2087996720256405496/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=2087996720256405496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/2087996720256405496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/2087996720256405496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/05/tropecos.html' title='Tropeços'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-4012111474890743013</id><published>2010-05-05T15:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T15:00:22.135-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biblia'/><title type='text'>Biblia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Pois o Filho do Homem não veio para ser servido, mas para servir e dar sua vida em resgate por muitos."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Marcos 10, 35-45)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-4012111474890743013?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/4012111474890743013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=4012111474890743013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/4012111474890743013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/4012111474890743013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/05/biblia_05.html' title='Biblia'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-2348551586907347194</id><published>2010-05-05T11:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T11:35:52.775-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Heroina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;O casal vai ao médico e o marido fala:&lt;br /&gt;- Doutor, toda vez que eu estou fazendo amor com minha mulher ela fica peidando o tempo todo. Será que ela tem alguma doença?&lt;br /&gt;Depois de algum tempo examinando-a, o médico conclui:&lt;br /&gt;- A sua mulher está perfeita! Não tem nada não! Deixe-me examinar o senhor, tire a roupa por favor!&lt;br /&gt;O sujeito fica nu e mostra uma jeba enorme, quase tocando o chão.&lt;br /&gt;- Meu amigo, pode se vestir! Por peidar diante de um instrumento desses, a sua mulher pode se considerar uma heroína! Só de olhar eu já estou me cagando todo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-2348551586907347194?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/2348551586907347194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=2348551586907347194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/2348551586907347194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/2348551586907347194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/05/heroina.html' title='Heroina'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-6810077736856773873</id><published>2010-05-05T11:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T11:20:43.894-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Ferraria de Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Havia um ferreiro que, após uma vida de excessos, resolveu consagrar sua vida a Deus. Durante muitos anos trabalhou com afinco, praticou a caridade, mas, apesar de toda sua dedicação nada parecia dar certo na sua vida. Muito pelo contrário. Seus problemas e dívidas acumulavam-se cada vez mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma bela tarde, um amigo que o visitara, e que se compadecia de sua situação difícil, comentou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- É realmente estranho que, justamente depois que você resolveu se tornar um homem temente a Deus, sua vida começou a piorar. Eu não desejo enfraquecer sua fé, mas apesar de toda sua crença no mundo espiritual, nada tem melhorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ferreiro já havia pensado nisso muitas vezes, sem entender o que acontecia em sua vida. Entretanto, como não queria deixar o amigo sem resposta, encontrou uma explicação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu recebo nesta oficina o aço ainda não trabalhado e preciso transformá-lo em espadas. Primeiro eu aqueço a chapa de aço num calor absurdo, até que fique vermelha. Em seguida, eu pego o martelo mais pesado e aplico golpes até que a peça adquira a forma desejada. Eu a mergulho num balde de água fria e a oficina inteira se enche com o barulho do vapor. Repito esse processo até conseguir a espada perfeita, pois uma única vez apenas não é suficiente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As vezes, o aço que chega até minhas mãos não consegue agüentar esse tratamento. O calor, as marteladas e a água fria terminam por enchê-lo de rachaduras. E eu sei que jamais se transformará numa boa lâmina de espada. Nesse caso, eu simplesmente o coloco num monte de ferro-velho que você viu na entrada de minha ferraria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sei que Deus está me colocando no fogo das aflições. Tenho aceito as marteladas que a vida me dá, e às vezes sinto-me tão frio e insensível como a água que faz sofrer o aço. Mas a única coisa que peço é: Meu Deus, não desista de mim, até que consiga tomar a forma que o Senhor espera que eu seja. Tente da maneira que achar melhor, pelo tempo que quiser, mas jamais me coloque no monte de ferro-velho das almas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Amigo, não se preocupe com as marteladas da vida, ou as provas de fogo a que é submetido. DEUS EM PESSOA está trabalhando o SEU caráter!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-6810077736856773873?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/6810077736856773873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=6810077736856773873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/6810077736856773873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/6810077736856773873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/05/ferraria-de-deus.html' title='Ferraria de Deus'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-1109218299766214464</id><published>2010-05-04T12:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T12:01:38.889-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase do dia'/><title type='text'>Frase do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;"Se o meu silêncio não lhe diz nada, minhas palavras são inúteis."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-1109218299766214464?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/1109218299766214464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=1109218299766214464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/1109218299766214464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/1109218299766214464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/05/frase-do-dia.html' title='Frase do dia'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-3624247836300463596</id><published>2010-05-03T12:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:01:25.302-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biblia'/><title type='text'>Biblia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;"Deus é o nosso refúgio e a nossa força, socorro que não falta em tempo de aflição. "&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;(Salmos 46.1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-3624247836300463596?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/3624247836300463596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=3624247836300463596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/3624247836300463596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/3624247836300463596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/05/biblia.html' title='Biblia'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-463978664086862667</id><published>2010-04-30T16:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T16:50:08.789-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biblia'/><title type='text'>Biblia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="spanVersiculo1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Não a nós, SENHOR, não a nós, mas ao teu nome dá glória, por amor da tua benignidade e da tua verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span id="spanVersiculo1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;(Salmos 115:1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-463978664086862667?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/463978664086862667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=463978664086862667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/463978664086862667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/463978664086862667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/04/biblia_30.html' title='Biblia'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-5471201149151645970</id><published>2010-04-24T10:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T10:06:34.084-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Ai não Eva</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Domingo à tarde, sem nada para fazer, Deus resolve ir visitar Adão. A certa altura da conversa Ele pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;- E a Eva?&lt;br /&gt;- Ela não está muito bem, Senhor! Sabe... aqueles sangramentos que ocorrem todos os meses.&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, mas cadê ela?&lt;br /&gt;- Ela foi se lavar no rio!&lt;br /&gt;- No Rio?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, no rio!&lt;br /&gt;- Droga! Agora não vou mais conseguir tirar aquele cheiro dos peixes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-5471201149151645970?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/5471201149151645970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=5471201149151645970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/5471201149151645970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/5471201149151645970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/04/ai-nao-eva.html' title='Ai não Eva'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-6912070823066776275</id><published>2010-04-20T10:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T10:26:12.077-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase do dia'/><title type='text'>Frase do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; 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font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;10º lugar&lt;br /&gt;- Como é que se chama um traficante armado até os dentes?&lt;br /&gt;- É melhor chamar, no mínimo, de senhor....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;9º lugar&lt;br /&gt;- Como é que se faz um monte de velhinhas gritar "Merda!"?&lt;br /&gt;- É só gritar "Bingo"!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;8º lugar&lt;br /&gt;- Por que Hitler odiava os judeus?&lt;br /&gt;- Porque ele não conhecia os argentinos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;7º lugar&lt;br /&gt;- O que é preciso para reunir os Beatles?&lt;br /&gt;- Mais&amp;nbsp;três balas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;6º lugar&lt;br /&gt;Um advogado e sua sogra estão em um edifício em chamas.&lt;br /&gt;Você só tem tempo pra salvar um dos dois.&lt;br /&gt;O que você faz? Vai almoçar ou vai ao cinema?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;5º lugar&lt;br /&gt;A baiana deitada na rede pergunta pro amigo:&lt;br /&gt;- Meu rei... Tem aí remédio pra mordida de tartaruga?&lt;br /&gt;- Tem não, minha linda. Por que? Você foi mordida?&lt;br /&gt;- Ainda não, mas ela está vindo na minha direção, ameaçadoramente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;4º lugar&lt;br /&gt;A mulher comenta com o marido:&lt;br /&gt;- Querido, o relógio caiu da parede e quase acertou a cabeça da mamãe...&lt;br /&gt;- Maldito relógio! Sempre atrasado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;3º lugar&lt;br /&gt;- Onde você estava? - pergunta a mãe à menininha.&lt;br /&gt;- No quarto, brincando de médico com o Joãozinho.&lt;br /&gt;- De médico!?! - a mãe dá um grito e um salto da cadeira.&lt;br /&gt;- médico do SUS, mãe..., ele não fez nada e nem olhou na minha cara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;2º lugar&lt;br /&gt;A titia pergunta pro Joãozinho:&lt;br /&gt;- O que vai fazer quando for grande como a titia?&lt;br /&gt;O Joãozinho responde - Um regime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;A grande vencedora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Conversa de casados:&lt;br /&gt;- Querido, o que você prefere?&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher bonita ou inteligente?&lt;br /&gt;- Nem uma, nem outra.&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe que eu só gosto de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-8765059245340204912?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/8765059245340204912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=8765059245340204912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/8765059245340204912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/8765059245340204912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/04/top-10.html' title='Top 10+'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-8328090413839422808</id><published>2010-04-18T11:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T11:10:57.950-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Pré-conteito...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; 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Se você conhecesse uma mulher que está grávida e já tem 08 filhos dos quais 03 são surdos, 2 são cegos, 01 é retardado mental, e ela tem sífilis...&lt;br /&gt;Recomendaria que ela fizesse um aborto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEIA A PRÓXIMA PERGUNTA ANTES DE RESPONDER A ESSA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. É tempo de escolher um líder mundial e o seu voto é importante. O comportamento dos candidatos é o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANDIDATO A:&lt;br /&gt;É associado a políticos corruptos e costuma consultar astrólogos. Teve duas amantes, fuma um cigarro atrás de outro e bebe de 08 a 10 Martinis bebida misturada 3/4 gin 1/4 vermute branco por dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANDIDATO B:&lt;br /&gt;Foi despedido do trabalho duas vezes, dorme até meio-dia, usava drogas na Universidade e bebia meia garrafa de Whisky toda noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANDIDATO C:&lt;br /&gt;É um herói condecorado de guerra, é vegetariano, não fuma, bebe as vezes um pouco de cerveja e nunca teve relações extra-conjugais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUAL DESSES CANDIDATOS VOCÊ ESCOLHERIA?&lt;br /&gt;Decida antes de continuar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidato A:&lt;br /&gt;Franklin Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;(foi presidente EUA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidato B:&lt;br /&gt;Winston Churchill&lt;br /&gt;(Foi Primeiro Ministro Inglaterra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidato C:&lt;br /&gt;Adolph Hitler&lt;br /&gt;(todos sabem quem foi...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sem esquecer a primeira pergunta: A resposta da questão do aborto...&lt;br /&gt;Se respondeu que sim, você acaba de matar BEETHOVEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;MORAL DA HISTÓRIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nem tudo o que brilha é ouro e nem tudo o que é ouro deve brilhar; o importante são as decisões que você toma no caminho e, como elas, te ajudam a chegar ao final. Por isso é que não devemos pré-julgar ninguém. Principalmente com a descrição de duas ou três linhas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-8328090413839422808?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/8328090413839422808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=8328090413839422808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/8328090413839422808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/8328090413839422808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/04/pre-conteito.html' title='Pré-conteito...'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-8551180972539580297</id><published>2010-04-17T11:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T11:45:52.804-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase do dia'/><title type='text'>Frase do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;"Muitas pessoas perdem as pequenas alegrias enquanto aguardam a grande felicidade."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-8551180972539580297?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/8551180972539580297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=8551180972539580297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/8551180972539580297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/8551180972539580297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/04/frase-do-dia_17.html' title='Frase do dia'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-6121480708250092363</id><published>2010-04-15T18:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T19:03:33.849-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biblia'/><title type='text'>Biblia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="spanVersiculo2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;"Porque, aquele que pede, recebe; e, o que busca, encontra; e, ao que bate, abrir-se-lhe-á."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Mateus 7:8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-6121480708250092363?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/6121480708250092363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=6121480708250092363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/6121480708250092363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/6121480708250092363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/04/biblia.html' title='Biblia'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-1945121403124441815</id><published>2010-04-15T18:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T18:45:12.095-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase do dia'/><title type='text'>Frase do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Se você olhar para o que tem na vida, você sempre terá o mais, porem, se só olhar para o que não tem na vida, nunca terá o suficiente."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-1945121403124441815?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/1945121403124441815/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=1945121403124441815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/1945121403124441815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/1945121403124441815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/04/frase-do-dia_15.html' title='Frase do dia'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-669112431918066762</id><published>2010-04-15T10:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T10:31:22.846-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Loiras sem motorista</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;Dois times de boliche, um de morenas e outro de loiras, contrataram um ônibus de excursão de dois andares para um torneio em outra cidade.&lt;br /&gt;O time das morenas no andar de baixo e o das loiras no andar de cima. As morenas no andar de baixo viajaram fazendo a maior zona até que uma delas notou que o andar de cima estava muito quieto. Quando a morena chegou no andar de cima, ela viu que todas as loiras estavam congeladas de medo, segurando fortemente no PQP e todas olhando para a frente. A morena perguntou:&lt;br /&gt;- O que está acontecendo aqui? Nós estamos tendo uma festona lá embaixo!&lt;br /&gt;Uma das loiras vira e responde:&lt;br /&gt;- É, mas vocês tem motorista!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-669112431918066762?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/669112431918066762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=669112431918066762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/669112431918066762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/669112431918066762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/04/loiras-sem-motorista.html' title='Loiras sem motorista'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-2391388072868062505</id><published>2010-04-14T10:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T10:47:22.286-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Tinha que ser portuga né</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Procurando emprego no Brasil, o português foi contratado para pintar as faixas da Via Dutra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo no primeiro dia, ele pintou 45Km de faixas, o inspetor o elogiou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No segundo dia, pintou apenas 4,5Km, então o inspetor ficou desconfiado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No terceiro dia, pintou somente 1km. O inspetor falou:&lt;br /&gt;- Terei que demiti-lo por isso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O português se justificou:&lt;br /&gt;- Ora bolas! Não tenho culpa, é que a lata de tinta está muito longe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-2391388072868062505?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/2391388072868062505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=2391388072868062505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/2391388072868062505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/2391388072868062505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/04/tinha-que-ser-portuga-ne.html' title='Tinha que ser portuga né'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-9014529034287997506</id><published>2010-04-05T19:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T19:01:24.582-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase do dia'/><title type='text'>Frase do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; color: #6a5e38; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Se algum dia alguém lhe disser que seu trabalho não é o de um profissional, lembre-se: amadores construíram a Arca de Noé e profissionais, o Titanic."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-9014529034287997506?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/9014529034287997506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=9014529034287997506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/9014529034287997506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/9014529034287997506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/04/frase-do-dia.html' title='Frase do dia'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-7073085528362986164</id><published>2010-04-02T13:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T13:21:16.828-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>A Cebola e a Árvore de Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Uma família feliz está à mesa de jantar quando o filho faz uma pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;- Papai, quantos tipos de seios existem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pai, surpreso, responde:&lt;br /&gt;- Bem, meu filho, existem três tipos de seios. Aos 20 anos a mulher tem seios como melões: firmes e redondos. Aos 30 e aos 40 eles são como pêras, ainda belos, porém um pouco caídos... Aos 50 os seios ficam como cebolas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cebolas?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sim. Quando você olha para eles, fica com vontade de chorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois dessa resposta, a filha é quem pergunta para a mãe:&lt;br /&gt;- Mãe, quantos tipos de pênis existem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mãe olha para o marido e responde:&lt;br /&gt;- Bem, filhinha, um homem passa por três fases distintas. Aos 20 anos o pênis é como um pé de Jacarandá, respeitável e firme. Dos 30 aos 40 anos o pênis é como um pé de Chorão, flexível mas confiável. Após os 50 anos o pênis fica como uma árvore de Natal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Como assim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Isso mesmo. Morto da raiz até a ponta e as bolas ficam penduradas como decoração! E o pior, arma só uma vez por ano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-7073085528362986164?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/7073085528362986164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=7073085528362986164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/7073085528362986164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/7073085528362986164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/04/cebola-e-arvore-de-natal.html' title='A Cebola e a Árvore de Natal'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-3771909742100517934</id><published>2010-03-22T19:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T19:28:31.370-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Deixe o trabalho.... no trabalho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um funcionário de uma agência funerária trabalha à noite para examinar corpos antes de serem sepultados ou cremados.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, ele estava examinando o corpo de um homem identificado como José Chagas, que estava para ser cremado, quando ele descobre que o defunto tem o maior pau que ele já viu em toda sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;- Desculpe-me, Sr. Chagas - pensa o funcionário - mas não posso mandá-lo para o crematório com essa coisa enorme. Ela tem que ser conservada para a posteridade...&lt;br /&gt;Com um bisturi, remove o pênis do morto, guarda-o num frasco e vai para casa.&lt;br /&gt;A primeira pessoa a quem ele mostra a monstruosidade é sua mulher.&lt;br /&gt;- Tenho algo inacreditável para lhe mostrar, querida.&lt;br /&gt;Você nem vai acreditar!!!&lt;br /&gt;Abre o frasco e ela, ao ver o conteúdo, grita estarrecida:&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, meu Deus, o Chagas morreu???!!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral da história&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamais leve trabalho para casa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-3771909742100517934?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/3771909742100517934/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=3771909742100517934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/3771909742100517934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/3771909742100517934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/03/deixe-o-trabalho-no-trabalho.html' title='Deixe o trabalho.... no trabalho'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-9139556389213070400</id><published>2010-03-22T18:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T18:01:53.964-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Jesus e Judas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b3b3b3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Numa madrugada qualquer, um ladrão entra pelo quintal de uma casa e começa, em silêncio a arrombar a porta dos fundos.... Logo no início, escuta uma voz sussurrando:&lt;br /&gt;- Jesus tá te olhando! O ladrão se assusta, olha para os lados (na penumbra), mas não vê nada..... Segue tentando arrombar a porta e escuta novamente a voz: - Jesus tá te olhando! Meio incrédulo, mas com a certeza de ter escutado a frase, olha novamente ao seu redor e nada... Quando reinicia sua 'tarefa', ouve novamente a voz: - Jesus tá te olhando!!! Desta vez, ele percebe de onde vem a voz e acende a lanterna, iluminando um canto da área de serviço... Nisso, ele vê um papagaio na gaiola e já aliviado, pergunta: - Ah... é você o Jesus? E o papagaio responde:&lt;br /&gt;- Não. Eu sou o Judas&lt;br /&gt;- Judas??? E quem é o louco que botar o nome de Judas em um papagaio?&lt;br /&gt;- O mesmo que botou o nome de Jesus no Pitbull...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-9139556389213070400?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/9139556389213070400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=9139556389213070400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/9139556389213070400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/9139556389213070400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/03/jesus-e-judas.html' title='Jesus e Judas'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-1823870982169074045</id><published>2010-03-22T17:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T17:45:03.040-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Chopp de Itú</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Um turista hospeda-se num hotel na cidade de Itú.&lt;br /&gt;Como fazia muito calor, resolve ir ate o bar tomar alguma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;Senta-se numa mesa e pede um chopp ao garçom.&lt;br /&gt;Logo o garçom coloca à sua frente uma caneca imensa.&lt;br /&gt;Nossa! Que loucura! Dá pra nadar aqui dentro! Por que tão&lt;br /&gt;grande? - pergunta o hóspede.&lt;br /&gt;É que aqui é a cidade de Itu, onde tudo é grande e exagerado,&lt;br /&gt;respondeu o garçom.&lt;br /&gt;Que maravilha! E rapidinho tomou tudo.&lt;br /&gt;- Garçom, outro!&lt;br /&gt;Lá vem o garçom com mais um canecão.&lt;br /&gt;O cara delira e diz pra si mesmo:&lt;br /&gt;- Meu, que cidade maravilhosa! Aqui tudo é grande, que chopp&lt;br /&gt;imenso! E mandou pra dentro de novo. A figura, já torta, ri à toa,&lt;br /&gt;feliz da vida, e diz:&lt;br /&gt;- Garzzzzommmm, onde ffffica o banheiro?&lt;br /&gt;- No final daquele corredor, à direita.&lt;br /&gt;O homem levanta e, cambaleando, segue na direção indicada, mas,&lt;br /&gt;no final do corredor se confunde e vira à esquerda. Dá de cara com a&lt;br /&gt;piscina do hotel, e começa a rir mais ainda.&lt;br /&gt;- Não é pozzzzzzzivel, aqui zuzo é grande mezzzmo! Olha zzó ezzzza&lt;br /&gt;privada...enorme!!!!&lt;br /&gt;E começa a mijar, feliz da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Com o corpo balançando por causa da bebedeira, o coitado cai na&lt;br /&gt;piscina,e começa a gritar desesperado:&lt;br /&gt;- Ninguém puxa a dezzzgarga! Ninguém puxa a dezzzgarga que eu tô&lt;br /&gt;aqui dentro!!!&lt;br /&gt;O porteiro do hotel, um negão 4x4, vê a situação do bêbado e pula na&lt;br /&gt;piscina pra salvá-lo, e vai nadando em sua direção.&lt;br /&gt;O bêbado, em pânico, começa a empurrar a água na direção do negão&lt;br /&gt;gritando:&lt;br /&gt;- Zzzai cocozão! Zzzai cocozão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-1823870982169074045?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/1823870982169074045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=1823870982169074045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/1823870982169074045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/1823870982169074045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/03/chopp-de-itu.html' title='Chopp de Itú'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-3260458529881179887</id><published>2010-03-22T17:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T17:39:59.802-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Judas e foda...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Jesus chama os seus apóstolos para uma reunião de emergência, que tem como único ítem de pauta o alto consumo de drogas na Terra.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de muito discutir, chegam à conclusão de que a melhor maneira de combater a situação e resolvê-la definitivamente era conhecer e provar a droga eles mesmos, para depois tomar as medidas adequadas. Decide-se que uma comissão desça ao mundo e recolha diferentes drogas.&lt;br /&gt;Efetua-se a operação secreta e dois dias depois começam a regressar os comissários. Jesus espera à porta do céu, quando chega o primeiro servo:&lt;br /&gt;-Quem é?&lt;br /&gt;-Sou Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus abre a porta.&lt;br /&gt;-E o que trazes, Paulo?&lt;br /&gt;-Trago haxixe de Marrocos.&lt;br /&gt;-Muito bem, filho. Entra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Quem é?&lt;br /&gt;-Sou Pedro.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus abre a porta.&lt;br /&gt;-E o que trazes, Pedro?&lt;br /&gt;-Trago maconha do Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;-Muito bem, filho. Entra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Quem é?&lt;br /&gt;-Sou Tiago.&lt;br /&gt;-E o que trazes, Tiago?&lt;br /&gt;-Trago Lança perfume da Argentina.&lt;br /&gt;-Entra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Quem é?&lt;br /&gt;-Sou Marcos.&lt;br /&gt;-E o que trazes, Marcos?&lt;br /&gt;-Trago marijuana da Colômbia.&lt;br /&gt;-Muito bem, filho. Entra..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Quem é?&lt;br /&gt;- Sou Mateus.&lt;br /&gt;- E o que trazes, Mateus?&lt;br /&gt;-Trago cocaína da Bolívia.&lt;br /&gt;-Muito bem, filho. Entra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Quem é?&lt;br /&gt;- Sou João.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus abre a porta e pergunta de novo:&lt;br /&gt;-E tu, o que trazes, João?&lt;br /&gt;-Trago crack de Nova Iorque.&lt;br /&gt;- Muito bem, filho. Entra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quem é?&lt;br /&gt;- Sou Lucas.&lt;br /&gt;-E o que trazes, Lucas?&lt;br /&gt;-Trago ecstasy de Amsterdam.&lt;br /&gt;-Muito bem, filho. Entra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Quem é?&lt;br /&gt;-Sou Judas.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus abre a porta.&lt;br /&gt;-E tu, o que trazes, Judas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- POLICIA FEDERAL!!! TODO MUNDO NA PAREDE, MÃO NA CABEÇA!!!&lt;br /&gt;ENCOSTA AÍ, CABELUDO!!! A CASA CAIU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-3260458529881179887?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/3260458529881179887/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=3260458529881179887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/3260458529881179887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/3260458529881179887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/03/judas-e-foda.html' title='Judas e foda...'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-389664032697293241</id><published>2010-03-22T17:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T17:34:15.074-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Exemplo de vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Um mendigo maltrapilho entra no bar e pede a um freguês que lhe pague um café. Com pena, o cara lhe oferece uma cerveja.O mendigo diz:- Não obrigado, não bebo, só quero o café.O rapaz se oferece para comprar um bilhete de Loteria.- Não obrigado, eu não jogo, só quero o café.Com toda gentileza, o rapaz lhe oferece um cigarro.&lt;br /&gt;- Não fumo, eu só quero o cafezinho mesmo - recusa o mendigo.Penalizado, o rapaz diz que lhe paga uma noitada com uma prostituta.- Não obrigado, eu não traio minha mulher, só quero um café, só o café.Então, o rapaz leva o mendigo para sua casa e diz para a mulher lhepreparar o melhor café do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiosa, ela pergunta ao marido:- Por que você trouxe esse mendigo sujo, fedido, para tomar café aqui em casa?&lt;br /&gt;- Ele merece. É uma verdadeira lição de vida para você ver e aprender.Eu o trouxe para te mostrar como fica um homem que não bebe, não joga, não fuma e não dá uma trepadinha fora de vez em quando!&lt;br /&gt;OLHA BEM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-389664032697293241?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/389664032697293241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=389664032697293241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/389664032697293241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/389664032697293241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/03/exemplo-de-vida.html' title='Exemplo de vida'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-5344621559023703205</id><published>2010-03-22T17:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T17:30:07.620-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>O cavalo e o porco</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Um fazendeiro colecionava cavalos e só faltava uma determinada raça.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia ele descobriu que o seu vizinho tinha este determinado cavalo.&lt;br /&gt;Assim, ele atazanou seu vizinho até conseguir comprá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Um mês depois o cavalo adoeceu, e ele chamou o veterinário:&lt;br /&gt;- Bem, seu cavalo está com uma virose, precisa tomar este medicamento durante 3 dias, no terceiro dia eu retornarei e caso ele não esteja melhor, será necessário sacrificá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento, o porco escutava toda aconversa.&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte deram o medicamento e foram embora. O porco se aproximou do cavalo e disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Força amigo! Levanta daí, senão você será sacrificado!&lt;br /&gt;No segundo dia, deram o medicamento e foram embora.&lt;br /&gt;O porco se aproximou do cavalo e disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Vamos lá amigão, levanta senão você vai morrer !&lt;br /&gt;- Vamos lá, eu te ajudo a levantar... Upa!&lt;br /&gt;No terceiro dia deram o medicamento e o veterinário disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Infelizmente, vamos ter que sacrificá-lo amanhã, pois a virose pode contaminar os outros cavalos.&lt;br /&gt;Quando foram embora, o porco se aproximou do cavalo e disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Cara, é agora ou nunca, levanta logo! Coragem! Upa! Upa! Isso, devagar! ótimo, vamos um,dois, três, legal, legal, agora mais depressa vai... Fantástico!&lt;br /&gt;Corre, corre mais! Upa! Upa! Upa!!! Você venceu Campeão!&lt;br /&gt;Então, de repente o dono chegou, viu o cavalo correndo no campo e gritou:&lt;br /&gt;- Milagre! O cavalo melhorou. Isso merece uma festa...&lt;br /&gt;'Vamos matar o porco!'&lt;br /&gt;Isso acontece com freqüência no ambiente de trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre alguém percebe quem é o funcionário que tem o mérito pelo sucesso.&lt;br /&gt;Saber viver sem ser reconhecido é uma arte, afinal quantas vezes fazemos o papel do porco amigo ou quantos já nos levantaram e nem o sabor da gratidão puderam dispor?&lt;br /&gt;Se algum dia alguém lhe disser que seu trabalho não é o de um profissional, lembre-se:&lt;br /&gt;AMADORES CONSTRUÍRAM A ARCA DE NOÉ E PROFISSIONAIS, O TITANIC.&lt;br /&gt;Procure ser uma pessoa de valor, em vez de ser uma pessoa de sucesso!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-5344621559023703205?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/5344621559023703205/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=5344621559023703205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/5344621559023703205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/5344621559023703205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-cavalo-e-o-porco.html' title='O cavalo e o porco'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-2545869058150912056</id><published>2010-03-22T12:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T12:24:28.116-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biblia'/><title type='text'>Bíblia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span id="spanVersiculo1" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;"A minha boca manifestará a tua justiça e a tua salvação todo o dia, pois não conheço o número delas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span id="spanVersiculo1" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span id="spanTitulo1" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; padding-left: 10px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;(Salmos 71:15)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-2545869058150912056?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/2545869058150912056/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=2545869058150912056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/2545869058150912056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/2545869058150912056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/03/biblia_22.html' title='Bíblia'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-3626062829199312971</id><published>2010-03-22T12:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T12:19:32.950-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Respeitando as placas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um policial está na estrada, chegando no Posto Rodoviário onde trabalha e avista um carro andando em baixíssima velocidade.&lt;br /&gt;Imediatamente ele faz sinal para o carro parar e vai falar com o motorista. Aliás, a motorista. É uma velhinha acompanhada de três amigas da mesma faixa etária.&lt;br /&gt;- Não sei se a senhora sabe, mas andar devagar demais pode provocar um acidente! - adverte o guarda.&lt;br /&gt;- Mas, seu guarda! Eu só estou obedecendo a sinalização! Será possível que hoje em dia, só porque ninguém respeita a sinalização...&lt;br /&gt;- Um minuto, senhora! - interrompe o policial - Posso saber que sinalização a senhora está respeitando?&lt;br /&gt;A velhinha não diz nada. Só aponta uma placa onde está escrito "BR-050".&lt;br /&gt;- Mas, minha senhora... Aquela placa não indica o limite de velocidade e sim o número da estrada, BR-050... Olha, eu não vou multá-la se a senhora prometer ter mais atenção, tudo bem?&lt;br /&gt;- Tá certo... Tá certo...&lt;br /&gt;- Só mais uma coisa - torna o guarda - As demais senhoras estão passando bem? Elas parecem tão assustadas...&lt;br /&gt;- Elas já vão melhorar! - responde a velhinha - É que nós acabamos de sair da BR 201...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-3626062829199312971?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/3626062829199312971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=3626062829199312971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/3626062829199312971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/3626062829199312971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/03/respeitando-as-placas.html' title='Respeitando as placas'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-4439321798168421873</id><published>2010-03-21T14:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T14:01:53.930-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Tenha fé</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Esta é a história de um alpinista que sempre buscava superar mais e mais desafios. Ele resolveu depois de muitos anos de preparação escalar o Aconcágua. Mas ele queria a glória somente para ele, e resolveu escalar sozinho sem nenhum companheiro, o que seria natural no caso de uma escalada dessa dificuldade. Começou a subir e foi ficando cada vez mais tarde, e por que não havia se preparado para acampar, resolveu seguir a escalada decidido a atingir o topo. Escureceu, e a noite caiu como um breu nas alturas da montanha, e não era possível mais enxergar uma palmo à frente do nariz, não se via absolutamente nada! Tudo era escuridão. Zero de visibilidade. Não havia Lua e as estrelas estavam coberta pelas nuvens. Subindo por uma "parede" a apenas 100 m. do topo ele escorregou e caiu ... Caia a uma velocidade vertiginosa. Somente conseguia ver as manchas que passavam cada vez mais rápidas na mesma escuridão, e sentia a terrível sensação de ser sugado pela força da gravidade. Ele continuava caindo ... e nesses angustiantes momentos passaram por sua mente todos os momentos felizes e tristes que já havia vivido em sua vida. De repente ele sentiu um puxão forte, que quase o partiu pela metade. Shack!...Como todo alpinista experimentado, havia cravado estacas de segurança com grampos a uma corda comprida que fixou em sua cintura. Nesses momentos de silêncio suspendido pelos ares na completa escuridão, não havia nada a fazer a não ser gritar:&lt;br /&gt;- Ó meu Deus me ajude!&lt;br /&gt;De repente uma voz grave e profunda vinda dos céus respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;- O que você quer de mim meu filho?&lt;br /&gt;- Me salve meu Deus por favor?&lt;br /&gt;- Você realmente acredita que eu possa te salvar?&lt;br /&gt;- Eu tenho certeza meu Deus!&lt;br /&gt;- Então, corte a corda que te mantém pendurado ... Ouve um momento de silêncio e reflexão. O homem se agarrou mais ainda a corda e refletiu que se fizesse isso morreria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conta o pessoal de resgate que ao realizar as buscas encontrou um alpinista congelado, morto, agarrado com força com suas duas mãos a uma corda...a somente meio metro do chão ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Por vezes nos agarramos as nossas velhas cordas que nos mantém seguros, porém ter fé é arriscar-se a perder total controle sobre a própria vida confiando-a ao Pai. Que possamos todos entregar-nos e viver plenamente na confiança de que existe Aquele que está sempre ao nosso lado a nos suportar, mesmo que nossa corda arrebente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-4439321798168421873?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/4439321798168421873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=4439321798168421873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/4439321798168421873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/4439321798168421873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/03/tenha-fe.html' title='Tenha fé'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-7058616719873790665</id><published>2010-03-20T11:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T11:16:08.935-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase do dia'/><title type='text'>Frase do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Não são os grandes planos que dão certo, são os pequenos detalhes"!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-7058616719873790665?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/7058616719873790665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=7058616719873790665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/7058616719873790665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/7058616719873790665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/03/frase-do-dia_20.html' title='Frase do dia'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-1745527688356731859</id><published>2010-03-19T17:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T17:19:32.518-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diversos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Top piores xavecos</title><content type='html'>Obs: Cantada = homem                    Resposta = mulher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada: Se beleza desse cadeia você pegaria prisão perpétua&lt;br /&gt;Resposta: Se feíura fosse crime, você pegaria pena de morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada: Gata, você é linda demais, só tem um problema: a sua boca tá muito longe da minha!&lt;br /&gt;Resposta: Questão de higiene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada: Qual o caminho mais rápido pra chegar no seu coração?&lt;br /&gt;Resposta: Cirurgia plástica, lavagem cerebral e uns 3 meses de malhação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada: Você é a mais bela das belas das flores, uma rosa. Quer florescer no meu jardim ?&lt;br /&gt;Resposta: Eu vou morrer de sede com o tamanho do seu regador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada: Eu não acreditava em amor a primeira vista. Mas quando te vi mudei de idéia.&lt;br /&gt;Resposta: Que coincidência! Eu também não acreditava em assombração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada: Você tem uma boca! Deve ter um gostinho... Posso provar?&lt;br /&gt;Resposta: Pode... (cospe no chão e vira as costas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada: Se tivesse uma mãe como você mamaria até os 30 anos.&lt;br /&gt;Resposta: Se eu tivesse um filho como você mandava pro circo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada: Nossa, não sabia que boneca andava!&lt;br /&gt;Resposta: E eu não sabia que macaco falava!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada: Oi, o cachorrinho tem telefone?&lt;br /&gt;Resposta: Tem, porque? Sua mãe tá no cio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada: Este lugar está vago?&lt;br /&gt;Resposta: Está, e este aqui onde estou também vai ficar se você se sentar aí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada: Será que eu já não te vi em algum lugar?&lt;br /&gt;Resposta: Claro! Eu sou a recepcionista da clínica de doenças venéreas... não se lembra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada: A gente já não se encontrou em algum lugar antes?&lt;br /&gt;Resposta: Já e é exatamente por isso que eu não vou mais lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada: A gente vai para a sua casa ou para a minha?&lt;br /&gt;Resposta: Os dois. Você vai para a sua casa e eu vou para a minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada: Eu queria te ligar, qual é o seu telefone?&lt;br /&gt;Resposta: Está na lista.&lt;br /&gt;Réplica: Mas eu não sei o seu nome.&lt;br /&gt;Tréplica: Também está na lista, na frente do telefone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada: Ora, vamos parar com isso, nós dois estamos aqui nesta boate pelo mesmo motivo.&lt;br /&gt;Resposta: É, pra pegar mulher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada: Eu quero me dar por completo pra você.&lt;br /&gt;Resposta: Sinto muito, eu não aceito esmola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada: Se eu pudesse te ver nua, eu morreria feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Resposta: Se eu pudesse te ver nu, eu morreria de rir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantada: Está procurando boa companhia?&lt;br /&gt;Resposta: Estou, mas com você por perto vai ficar muito mais difícil encontrar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-1745527688356731859?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/1745527688356731859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=1745527688356731859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/1745527688356731859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/1745527688356731859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/03/top-piores-xavecos.html' title='Top piores xavecos'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-3984928484265866765</id><published>2010-03-19T17:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T17:14:52.568-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Carinho d+ da nisso!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Marido ao chegar em casa diz à mulher:&lt;br /&gt;- Querida, hoje vou amar-te!!!&lt;br /&gt;Resposta da mulher:&lt;br /&gt;- Por mim vc pode ir a Marte, a Júpiter e até a puta que te pariu...&lt;br /&gt;desde que me deixe dormir em paz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-3984928484265866765?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/3984928484265866765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=3984928484265866765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/3984928484265866765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/3984928484265866765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/03/carinho-d-da-nisso.html' title='Carinho d+ da nisso!!!'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-7426248041565179045</id><published>2010-03-19T10:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T10:23:35.303-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase do dia'/><title type='text'>Frase do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"O mal de quase todos nós é que preferimos ser arruinados pelo elogio a ser salvos pela crítica."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-7426248041565179045?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/7426248041565179045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=7426248041565179045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/7426248041565179045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/7426248041565179045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/03/frase-do-dia_19.html' title='Frase do dia'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-6560643563445964117</id><published>2010-03-18T10:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T10:41:50.379-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Falta de opção</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Depois de muitos anos morando juntos, o mulher fala pro homem:&lt;br /&gt;- Amorzinho... A gente bem que podia casar, né?&lt;br /&gt;- Sei não, viu... Quem é que vai querer a gente?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-6560643563445964117?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/6560643563445964117/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=6560643563445964117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/6560643563445964117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/6560643563445964117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/03/falta-de-opcao.html' title='Falta de opção'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-2116277953124413072</id><published>2010-03-18T10:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T10:39:35.940-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase do dia'/><title type='text'>Frase do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;"Os ventos que as vezes tiram algo que amamos, são os mesmos que trazem algo que aprendemos a amar... Por isso não devemos chorar pelo que nos foi tirado e sim, aprender a amar o que nos foi dado. Pois tudo aquilo que realmente é nosso, nunca se vai para sempre."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-2116277953124413072?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/2116277953124413072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=2116277953124413072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/2116277953124413072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/2116277953124413072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/03/frase-do-dia_18.html' title='Frase do dia'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-8061265616100894853</id><published>2010-03-17T12:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T12:20:15.764-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Boa massagista</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Num campo de golfe um mulher aprendendo a jogar dispara uma violenta tacada e percebe que a bolinha acerta em cheio um homem que estava próximo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Este curva-se para a frente comprimindo as mãos no meio das pernas e gemendo com muita dor. Imediatamente ela corre ao seu encontro para pedir desculpas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;Meu senhor desculpe, posso ajudá-lo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;- Não, não, pode deixar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;- Mas eu insisto, sou massagista e sei como cuidar disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;- Não, não é preciso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;- Mas eu insisto, e já foi abrindo as calças do homem e colocando as mãos dentro e massageando carinhosamente. Dez minutos depois o homem já estava suspirando de satisfação quando ela pergunta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;- Está bom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;- Está ótimo, a senhora é profissional mesmo, mas acho que é meu dedinho da mão direita que está quebrado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-8061265616100894853?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/8061265616100894853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=8061265616100894853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/8061265616100894853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/8061265616100894853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/03/boa-massagista.html' title='Boa massagista'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-7702571205863888410</id><published>2010-03-14T17:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T17:13:20.282-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Não há...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;"Não há nem vivo nem morto ser humano nenhum que ame tanto, quanto eu amo você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Antes de ti não houve e depois de ti, creio eu que não haverá pessoa tão indispensável em minha vida como você é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Você pediu e aqui esta, declaro o meu amor a você, um amor, puro, verdadeiro e eterno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Amor que&amp;nbsp;transcede&amp;nbsp;tempo e espaço, que não se limita, mas se expandi cada vez mais em meu coração.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;TE AMO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-7702571205863888410?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/7702571205863888410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=7702571205863888410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/7702571205863888410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/7702571205863888410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/03/nao-ha.html' title='Não há...'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-6633941774596667199</id><published>2010-03-13T16:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T16:08:54.924-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Reflita</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Aquilo que você der a uma mulher, ela sempre vai tornar maior. Se você der o seu esperma, ela te dará um bebê. Se você lhe der uma casa, ela vai dar-lhe um lar. Se você lhe der compras de mercearia, ela vai dar-lhe uma refeição. Se você lhe der um sorriso, ela vai dar-lhe o seu coração. Ela multiplica e amplia o que lhe é dado. Portanto, se você lhe der qualquer porcaria, esteja preparado para receber uma tonelada de merda."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-6633941774596667199?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/6633941774596667199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=6633941774596667199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/6633941774596667199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/6633941774596667199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/03/reflita.html' title='Reflita'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-4547149066111339335</id><published>2010-03-13T11:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T11:04:09.154-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase do dia'/><title type='text'>Frase do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Consulte não a seus medos mas a suas esperanças e sonhos. Pense não sobre suas frustrações, mas sobre seu potencial não usado. Preocupe-se não com o que você tentou e falhou, mas com aquilo que ainda é possível a você fazer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-4547149066111339335?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/4547149066111339335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=4547149066111339335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/4547149066111339335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/4547149066111339335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/03/frase-do-dia_13.html' title='Frase do dia'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-7104744643561490051</id><published>2010-03-12T17:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T17:34:51.612-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Prova de coragem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;O rapaz vai ao cinema com um amigo e, a certa altura, o desafia:&lt;br /&gt;- Duvida eu dar um tapa na cabeça deste careca?&lt;br /&gt;E o amigo, mais que depressa:&lt;br /&gt;- Duvido!&lt;br /&gt;O rapaz lasca um tapa no careca e diz:&lt;br /&gt;- Ô Manuel! Quanto tempo... puxa, que saudades!&lt;br /&gt;E o careca:&lt;br /&gt;- Que é isso, rapaz?! Eu não sou o Manuel e não te conheço!&lt;br /&gt;- Puxa, mil desculpas! É que o senhor é a cara do Manuel.&lt;br /&gt;Passados cinco minutos, o rapaz vira-se para o amigo novamente e diz:&lt;br /&gt;- Duvida eu dar outro tapa na cabeça deste careca?&lt;br /&gt;- Duvido!&lt;br /&gt;O rapaz lasca um outro tapa no careca e diz:&lt;br /&gt;- Ô Manuel, deixa de frescura... eu sei que é você...&lt;br /&gt;Aí o sujeito se enfeza, levanta-se e, com o dedo em riste, dispara:&lt;br /&gt;- Escuta aqui, ô seu sujeitinho safado, se você tocar em mim novamente eu vou chamar a polícia!&lt;br /&gt;- Pô, desculpa mesmo! É que o Manuel é muito brincalhão e eu pensei que...&lt;br /&gt;- Não me interessa o que você pensou! Me deixe em paz, senão vou chamar a polícia!&lt;br /&gt;Então, o careca saiu e foi sentar lá na frente.&lt;br /&gt;Aí o rapaz vira-se para o amigo e diz:&lt;br /&gt;- Duvida eu dar outro tapa na cabeça deste careca?&lt;br /&gt;- Duvido.&lt;br /&gt;Ele vai lá, tasca um tremendo tapa na cabeça do coitado e diz:&lt;br /&gt;- Ô Manuel, você tá aqui! Puxa, te confundi com outro cara ali atrás e quase que eu apanho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-7104744643561490051?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/7104744643561490051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=7104744643561490051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/7104744643561490051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/7104744643561490051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/03/prova-de-coragem.html' title='Prova de coragem'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-4498406086957238583</id><published>2010-03-12T11:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T11:38:29.897-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase do dia'/><title type='text'>Frase do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;"A transformação pessoal requer substituição de velhos hábitos por novos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-4498406086957238583?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/4498406086957238583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=4498406086957238583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/4498406086957238583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/4498406086957238583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/03/frase-do-dia.html' title='Frase do dia'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-6106598568155807957</id><published>2010-03-12T10:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T10:50:55.551-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biblia'/><title type='text'>Bíblia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Aquele que beber da água que darei, jamais voltará a ter sede"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(João 4,14)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-6106598568155807957?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/6106598568155807957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=6106598568155807957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/6106598568155807957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/6106598568155807957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/03/biblia.html' title='Bíblia'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-2418720381404760855</id><published>2010-02-26T11:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T11:38:30.470-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase do dia'/><title type='text'>Cúmulos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Qual o cúmulo da Tristeza?&lt;br /&gt;Acordar bem humorado, lembrar que é casado e ter que voltar pra casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-2418720381404760855?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/2418720381404760855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=2418720381404760855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/2418720381404760855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/2418720381404760855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/02/cumulos.html' title='Cúmulos'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-2640770451405809508</id><published>2010-02-25T18:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T23:06:45.605-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biblia'/><title type='text'>Bíblia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="spanVersiculo2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;"E, chegando-se Jesus, falou-lhes: É-me dado todo o poder no céu e na terra. Ensinando-os a guardar todas as coisas que eu vos tenho mandado; e eis que eu estou convosco todos os dias, até a consumação dos séculos. Amém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span id="spanVersiculo2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Mateus 28:18,20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-2640770451405809508?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/2640770451405809508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=2640770451405809508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/2640770451405809508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/2640770451405809508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/02/biblia_25.html' title='Bíblia'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-6664958761093759433</id><published>2010-02-25T10:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T10:37:38.137-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Maus do Casamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;- Eu me casei duas vezes. Depois, nunca mais!&lt;br /&gt;- Mas, por quê?&lt;br /&gt;- Minha primeira esposa morreu depois de comer cogumelos envenenados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;- Nossa, que coisa, e a segunda??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;- A segunda, de fratura no crânio.&lt;br /&gt;- No crânio? Como foi isso?&lt;br /&gt;- Ela se recusou a comer os cogumelos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-6664958761093759433?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/6664958761093759433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=6664958761093759433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/6664958761093759433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/6664958761093759433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/02/maus-do-casamento.html' title='Maus do Casamento'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-2948236204207637478</id><published>2010-02-24T23:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T23:56:37.316-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biblia'/><title type='text'>Bíblia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jesus disse: "Eu sou a&amp;nbsp;ressurreição&amp;nbsp;e a vida, quem crê em mim, ainda que morra, viveras&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(João 11:25)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-2948236204207637478?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/2948236204207637478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=2948236204207637478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/2948236204207637478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/2948236204207637478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/02/biblia_24.html' title='Bíblia'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-5367071402441088474</id><published>2010-02-24T23:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T23:51:00.124-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Aula de Religião</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7030a0; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Na aula de religião, a freira pergunta aos meninos e meninas da turma:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;- Qual é a parte do corpo que chega primeiro ao céu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Uma menina levanta o braço e diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;- As mãos, irmã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;- E por quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;- Porque quando rezamos, elevamos as mãos ao céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nisto, Joãozinho pede licença à professora e contesta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;- Não são as mãos não! São os pés!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;- Os pés, Joãozinho? E por quê? - pergunta a freira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;- Bem, esta noite, fui ao quarto dos meus pais.. A minha mãe estava com ambas as pernas levantadas, os pés no ar, e gritava: 'Meu Deus, meu Deus, estou indo... Estou indo'... Ainda bem que o meu pai estava em cima dela, segurando, porque senão ela ia mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-5367071402441088474?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/5367071402441088474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=5367071402441088474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/5367071402441088474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/5367071402441088474'/><link 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type='text'>Bíblia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span id="spanVersiculo2" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Porque, como as aflições de Cristo são abundantes em nós, assim também é abundante a nossa consolação por meio de Cristo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span id="spanVersiculo2" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;(2 Coríntios 1:5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-3718606032364812593?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/3718606032364812593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=3718606032364812593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/3718606032364812593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/3718606032364812593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/02/biblia_23.html' title='Bíblia'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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segundo a opinião dos outros, esta muito longe de ser uma pessoa livre."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-6179711191652727109?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/6179711191652727109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=6179711191652727109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/6179711191652727109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/6179711191652727109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/S4SPLzjrs5I/AAAAAAAABVM/GJkNcOWCM68/s320/S4023623.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;"Quando descobri suas qualidades, e o quanto era especial, tive a certeza de que valeria a pena lutar pelo sentimento que existia entre nos, um sentimento que ainda não conseguia&amp;nbsp;decifrar, e que aos poucos foi mostrando seu verdadeiro sentido, era AMOR..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Hoje, faço por nos dois o que ainda falta ser feito, e faço com prazer, por que hoje somos duas pessoas unidas por um só coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Quando você sorri, faz renascer o melhor de mim, e me sinto completo, como se já não faltasse nada para ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Quando penso em você, uma&amp;nbsp;lágrima&amp;nbsp;tímida&amp;nbsp;rola em meu rosto, sinto a alegria adormecer meu corpo, entro em outra dimensão, e em meus sonhos, te faço como eu quero, e sonhando acordado, te tenho sempre ao meu lado..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Te amo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;((escrito dia 24/05/02))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-6073276642896384376?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/6073276642896384376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=6073276642896384376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/6073276642896384376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/6073276642896384376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/02/lembrando-1-ano-de-namoro-240502.html' title='Lembrando 1 ano de namoro'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/S4SPLzjrs5I/AAAAAAAABVM/GJkNcOWCM68/s72-c/S4023623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-8714642783431983410</id><published>2010-02-21T15:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T15:50:42.713-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Intervalos...</title><content type='html'>O&amp;nbsp;velhinho&amp;nbsp;de 70 anos foi fazer um&amp;nbsp;check-up com seu médico e durante os exames reclamou ao médico que estava com um problema sério:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velho: -Doutor, estou com um problema grave!&lt;br /&gt;Quando faço amor com minha esposa, nem sempre eu consigo ir pra segunda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O médico riu e disse: -Ora, meu senhor, na sua idade a primeira já merece aplausos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O velho insistiu: -O pior é que na primeira eu sinto calor, na segunda eu sinto frio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O médico ficou curioso e resolveu dar atenção ao velho: -Tudo bem meu senhor, então vejamos, qual o intervalo médio entre a primeira e a segunda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O bom&amp;nbsp;velhinho&amp;nbsp;tascou: -Bom, a primeira eu dou em janeiro, e a segunda em meados de Junho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-8714642783431983410?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Correu tubo bem por aqui na minha ausência?&lt;br /&gt;- Tudo mamãe! Só teve um dia que deu uma chuva muito forte e eu fiquei com medo e o papai veio dormir com eu.&lt;br /&gt;- Comigo, Joãozinho! - corrigiu a empregada.&lt;br /&gt;- Não, Maria! Isso foi no sábado! Eu estou falando de domingo, quando choveu!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-6508393331555550533?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/6508393331555550533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=6508393331555550533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/6508393331555550533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/6508393331555550533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/02/com-eu-ou-comigo.html' title='Com eu ou comigo?!'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-4428855968282073858</id><published>2010-02-08T23:32:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T23:32:55.644-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase do dia'/><title type='text'>Frase do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;"A gente tropeça sempre nas pedras pequenas, porque as grandes a gente logo enxerga."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-4428855968282073858?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/4428855968282073858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=4428855968282073858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/4428855968282073858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/4428855968282073858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/02/frase-do-dia_08.html' title='Frase do dia'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-4367101851947390568</id><published>2010-02-08T11:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T11:19:36.824-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biblia'/><title type='text'>Bíblia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;"Não só de pão viverá o homem mais de toda palavra que preceder da boca de Deus"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;(Mateus 4:4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-4367101851947390568?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/4367101851947390568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=4367101851947390568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/4367101851947390568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/4367101851947390568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/02/biblia.html' title='Bíblia'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-2151991177979973375</id><published>2010-02-08T09:46:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T09:46:52.689-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Inseminação Artificial</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Um fazendeiro português comprou vários porcos e porcas porque queria começar uma criação de suínos na fazenda e assim produzir presuntos, bacons, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de várias semanas, notando que nenhuma das porcas emprenhara, ligou para o veterinário pedindo ajuda. O veterinário disse ao português que ele teria que fazer INSEMINAÇÃO ARTIFICIAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O português não tinha a menor idéia do que era aquilo, mas não querendo demonstrar ignorância, concordou e perguntou ao veterinário como saber quando as porcas estariam prenhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O veterinário disse que elas parariam de ficar andando e iriam mergulhar na lama o dia todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O português desligou, começou a pensar e chegou a conclusão que inseminação artificial significava que ele mesmo teria que emprenhar as porcas. Então ele colocou as porcas na Kombi, foi para o meio do mato, transou com cada uma delas, voltou para a fazenda e foi para a cama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na manhã seguinte, vendo que as porcas continuavam andando pra lá e pra cá, ele concluiu que teria que fazer tudo de novo. Colocou de novo as porcas na Kombi, foi para o meio do mato, transou com cada uma duas vezes para garantir, voltou para a fazenda e foi para a cama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na manhã seguinte, ele foi ver as porcas e elas continuavam andando pra lá e para cá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, teria que fazer tudo de novo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colocou mais uma vez as porcas na Kombi, foi para o meio do mato, passou o dia transando com cada uma delas várias vezes, voltou para a fazenda e, esgotado, foi para a cama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na manhã seguinte ele nem conseguia abrir os olhos, muito menos levantar para olhar as porcas. Ele pediu a mulher para dar uma olhada e ver se as porcas estavam na lama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não", disse ela... "estão todas na Kombi e uma delas não pára de buzinar..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-2151991177979973375?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/2151991177979973375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=2151991177979973375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/2151991177979973375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/2151991177979973375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/02/inseminacao-artificial.html' title='Inseminação Artificial'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-4801780281736123851</id><published>2010-02-07T18:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:06:09.735-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Momentos</title><content type='html'>Momentos felizes, louve a Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentos difíceis, busque a Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentos silenciosos, adore a Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentos dolorosos, confie em Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada momento, agradeça a Deus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-4801780281736123851?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/4801780281736123851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=4801780281736123851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/4801780281736123851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/4801780281736123851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/02/momentos.html' title='Momentos'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-920034423786980671</id><published>2010-02-07T17:48:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:52:09.051-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase do dia'/><title type='text'>Frase do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;ser&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;FELIZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;só depende unicamente de nós, fazendo a nossa parte "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;DEUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;" indiscutivelmente faz a dele..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-920034423786980671?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/920034423786980671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=920034423786980671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/920034423786980671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/920034423786980671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/02/frase-do-dia_07.html' title='Frase do dia'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-2252426515634390118</id><published>2010-02-07T00:15:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T00:15:30.709-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Pão de queijo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O mineirinho entra num boteco e vê anunciado acima do balcão:&lt;br /&gt;Pinga_______________________R$ 1,00&lt;br /&gt;Cerveja_____________________R$ 2,50&lt;br /&gt;Pão de queijo________________R$ 2,00&lt;br /&gt;Sanduíche de galinha _________R$ 3,00&lt;br /&gt;Acariciar órgão sexual ________R$ 5,00&lt;br /&gt;Checando na carteira para não passar vergonha, ele vai até o balcão e chama uma das três garotas, que estão servindo bebidas nas mesas:&lt;br /&gt;- Ô moça, faiz favor...&lt;br /&gt;- Sim? Responde ela com um sorriso lindo. - Em que posso ajudar?&lt;br /&gt;- É ocê que acaricía os órgão sexual dos freguêis?&lt;br /&gt;- Sou eu mesma... - Responde ela com voz caliente e um olhar bem sensual.&lt;br /&gt;- Então, ocê lava bem as mão, que eu quero um pão de queijo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-2252426515634390118?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/2252426515634390118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=2252426515634390118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/2252426515634390118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/2252426515634390118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/02/pao-de-queijo.html' title='Pão de queijo'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-2861715455468968326</id><published>2010-02-03T18:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T18:41:04.355-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase do dia'/><title type='text'>Frase do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;"Nossa vida é um sonho, mas um sonho realista; às vezes nossos sonhos nos dá o que a realidade nos nega, e às vezes nossos sonhos nos move o necessário para os caminhos e decisões que devemos tomar na vida."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-2861715455468968326?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/2861715455468968326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=2861715455468968326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/2861715455468968326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/2861715455468968326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/02/frase-do-dia.html' title='Frase do dia'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-4248492050367035999</id><published>2010-01-20T17:34:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T17:34:44.271-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Eu só posso amar você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/S1dao8HWX2I/AAAAAAAABUw/l2PofLy1phU/s1600-h/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+amor.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/S1dao8HWX2I/AAAAAAAABUw/l2PofLy1phU/s320/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+amor.jpeg" width="162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu não posso acabar com todos os seus problemas, dúvidas ou medos,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;mas posso ouvir vc e juntos&amp;nbsp;podemos procurar soluções.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu não posso apagar as mágoas e as dores do seu passado,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;nem posso decidir qual será o seu futuro,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;mas no presente eu posso estar com vc se precisar de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Suas alegrias, triunfos, sucessos e felicidades,&amp;nbsp;não me pertencem,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mas seus risos e sorrisos fazem parte dos meus maiores bens.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu não posso salvar seu coração de ser partido pela dor, mágoa, perda ou tristeza,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mas posso chorar com você e ajudá-la a juntar os pedaços.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu não posso dizer quem você é ou como deveria ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu só posso amar você.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4348937759490838748-4248492050367035999?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/4248492050367035999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=4248492050367035999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/4248492050367035999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/4248492050367035999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/01/eu-so-posso-amar-voce.html' title='Eu só posso amar você'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/S1dao8HWX2I/AAAAAAAABUw/l2PofLy1phU/s72-c/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+amor.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-1771014998459244066</id><published>2010-01-18T10:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T10:59:42.552-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Concurso na Radio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Locutor: Quem ligar agora e fizer uma frase com uma palavra que não exista&lt;br /&gt;no dicionário ganha duas entradas para o cinema.&lt;br /&gt;Alo ! Quem é !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvinte: Sergio, do Jardim Magnólia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locutor: Olá Sergio... Já conhece a brincadeira ? Qual a sua palavra ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvinte: Ah ! A palavra é vaice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locutor: Vaice ? Como se escreve ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvinte: V - A - I - C – E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locutor: Espera um pouco... deixa eu consultar o dicionário...É!realmente&lt;br /&gt;esta palavra não existe. Agora faça uma frase com essa palavra e se a frase&lt;br /&gt;fizer sentido e descobrirmos o que significa a palavra você ganha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvinte: Ok, lá vai.... Vaice fuder ! - e nesse momento desliga a ligação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locutor: Que é isso pessoal ! Vamos colaborar... afinal existem Crianças&lt;br /&gt;ouvindo...Vamos tentar outra ligação. Alo ! Quem é ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvinte: Joselito, do Perobal !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locutor: Olá Joselito... já conhece a brincadeira? Qual é a sua palavra ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvinte: Eudi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locutor: Eudi ? Como se escreve ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvinte: E - U - D – I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locutor: Espera um pouco... deixa eu consultar o dicionário..Deixa euver....&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu ver.... eudesmano... eudesmol.. eudésmia... eudiapneustia...&lt;br /&gt;eudiapnêustico...É ! Realmente esta palavra não existe. Agora faça uma frase&lt;br /&gt;com essa palavra e se a frase fizer sentido e descobrirmos o que significa a&lt;br /&gt;palavra você ganha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvinte: Ok, lá vai.... Sou Eudi Novo e Vaice fuder&lt;/span&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/4348937759490838748-1771014998459244066?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/1771014998459244066/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=1771014998459244066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/1771014998459244066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/1771014998459244066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/01/concurso-na-radio.html' title='Concurso na Radio'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-5705738381772210125</id><published>2010-01-17T20:29:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:29:46.539-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Desejo o Suficiente</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; color: #6a5e38; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Há pouco tempo, estava no aeroporto e vi mãe e filha se despedindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anunciaram a partida, elas se abraçaram e a mãe disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu te amo. Desejo o suficiente para você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A filha respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mãe, nossa vida juntas tem sido mais do que suficiente. O seu amor é tudo de que sempre precisei. Eu também desejo o suficiente para você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elas se beijaram e a filha partiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mãe passou por mim e se encostou na parede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pude ver que ela queria, e precisava, chorar. Tentei não me intrometer nesse momento, mas ela se dirigiu a mim, perguntando:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Você já se despediu de alguém sabendo que seria para sempre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Já - respondi. - Me desculpe pela pergunta, mas por que foi um adeus para sempre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Estou velha e ela vive tão longe daqui. Tenho desafios à minha frente e a verdade é que a próxima viagem dela para cá será para o meu funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quando estavam se despedindo, ouvi a senhora dizer: "Desejo o suficiente para você". Posso saber o que isso significa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela começou a sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- É um desejo que tem sido passado de geração para geração em minha família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus pais costumavam dizer isso para todo mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela parou por um instante e olhou para o alto como se estivesse tentando se lembrar em detalhes e sorriu mais ainda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quando dissemos "Desejo o suficiente para você", estávamos desejando uma vida cheia de coisas boas o suficiente para que a pessoa se ampare nelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, virando-se para mim, disse, como se estivesse recitando:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Desejo a você sol o suficiente para que continue a ter essa atitude radiante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Desejo a você chuva o suficiente para que possa apreciar mais o sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Desejo a você felicidade o suficiente para que mantenha o seu espírito alegre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Desejo a você dor o suficiente para que as menores alegrias na vida pareçam muito maiores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Desejo a você que ganhe o suficiente para satisfazer os seus desejos materiais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Desejo a você perdas o suficiente para apreciar tudo que possui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Desejo a você "alôs" em número suficiente para que chegue ao adeus final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela começou então a soluçar e se afastou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Dizem que leva um minuto para encontrar uma pessoa&lt;br /&gt;especial, uma hora para apreciá-la, um dia para amá-la, mas&lt;br /&gt;uma vida inteira para esquecê-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-5705738381772210125?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/5705738381772210125/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=5705738381772210125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/5705738381772210125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/5705738381772210125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/01/desejo-o-suficiente.html' title='Desejo o Suficiente'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-242003384942253440</id><published>2010-01-15T22:17:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:17:52.552-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>O bebado e o padre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Num ônibus, um padre senta ao lado de um sujeito completamente bêbado, que tenta, com muita dificuldade, ler o jornal.&lt;br /&gt;Logo, com voz empastada, o bêbado pergunta ao padre:&lt;br /&gt;— O senhor sabe o que é artrite?&lt;br /&gt;Irritado, o ministro de Deus emendou:&lt;br /&gt;— É uma doença provocada pelo excesso de consumo de álcool!&lt;br /&gt;O bêbado calou-se e continuou com os olhos fixos no jornal.&lt;br /&gt;Alguns minutos depois, achando que tinha sido muito duro com o bêbado, o padre tenta amenizar:&lt;br /&gt;— Há quanto tempo o senhor está com artrite?&lt;br /&gt;— Eu? Eu não tenho isso não. Segundo esse jornal aqui, quem tem&lt;br /&gt;é o Papa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-242003384942253440?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/242003384942253440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=242003384942253440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/242003384942253440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/242003384942253440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-bebado-e-o-padre.html' title='O bebado e o padre'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-7862001608751019961</id><published>2010-01-14T11:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:37:30.451-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Noticia aos colorados</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Patrocinadores do Inter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar da péssima fase, três empresas de grande porte irão patrocinar o Internacional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;São elas a Philips, a Toyota e a Volkswagen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Philips para tentar melhorar a imagem, a Toyota para tirar do atoleiro, e a Volkswagen para fazer gol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-7862001608751019961?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/7862001608751019961/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=7862001608751019961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/7862001608751019961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/7862001608751019961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/01/noticia-aos-colorados.html' title='Noticia aos colorados'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-1671979272655868577</id><published>2010-01-14T11:35:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:35:51.858-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase do dia'/><title type='text'>Frase do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; color: #6a5e38; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Aquilo que escuto, eu esqueço. Aquilo que vejo, eu lembro. Aquilo que faço, eu aprendo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-1671979272655868577?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/1671979272655868577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=1671979272655868577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/1671979272655868577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/1671979272655868577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/01/frase-do-dia_14.html' title='Frase do dia'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-5810883882319345344</id><published>2010-01-13T12:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T12:37:18.037-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Outra do Joãozinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;A professora da primeira série levou sua turma para a delegacia, para que eles soubessem um pouco do trabalho dos policiais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joãozinho viu cartazes com a foto dos bandidos mais procurados. Ficou olhando por alguns segundos até que apontou para um deles e perguntou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Esse bandido é perigoso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- É sim! - respondeu o policial - Os investigadores estão procurando por ele a mais de oito meses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Como vocês são burros! - disse o garoto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Er, desculpe - disse o oficial, embaraçado - O que você disse, rapaz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Que vocês são burros... Poxa... Por que não prenderam o ladrão quando tiraram essa foto dele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-5810883882319345344?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/5810883882319345344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=5810883882319345344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/5810883882319345344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/5810883882319345344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/01/outra-do-joaozinho.html' title='Outra do Joãozinho'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-4838452881032275134</id><published>2010-01-07T15:18:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:18:46.238-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Ferias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;No meio de suas desmerecidas férias, o ginecologista vai à praia matar a saudade do trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha para a direita, olha pra esquerda... Quantas clientes promissoras! Quando ele entra na água e dá um mergulho, uma onda leva o biquíni de uma loiraça e ela fica peladinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por sorte dela e azar dos banhistas, ela estava tomando uma água de côco e pôde cobrir o local de trabalho (do ginecologista, é claro!) rapidamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O médico de vaginas, que tinha perdido a cena, olha e vê a loira pelada com o côco na frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Meu Deus! - exclama ele, perplexo - O que é isso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O que foi? - perguntou a moça, ofendida - Nunca viu não, é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Olha, moça... Eu já vi isso aí de tudo quanto é jeito... mas tomando água de côco é a primeira vez!&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/4348937759490838748-4838452881032275134?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/4838452881032275134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=4838452881032275134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/4838452881032275134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/4838452881032275134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/01/ferias.html' title='Ferias'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-3627644557456071822</id><published>2010-01-05T12:13:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T12:14:24.947-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase do dia'/><title type='text'>Frase do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"O único modo de evitar erros, é adquirindo experiência, porem a única forma de adquirir experiência e&amp;nbsp;cometendo&amp;nbsp;os erros"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4348937759490838748-3627644557456071822?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/3627644557456071822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=3627644557456071822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/3627644557456071822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/3627644557456071822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/01/frase-do-dia_05.html' title='Frase do dia'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-7213412191811649397</id><published>2010-01-05T10:21:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T10:21:52.812-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase do dia'/><title type='text'>Frase do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; color: #6a5e38; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Em todos os nossos objetivos devemos tentar fazer sempre o melhor, pois assim ninguém poderá nos condenar por não termos conseguido, mas muita gente poderá nos elogiar por termos tentado."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/4348937759490838748-7213412191811649397?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/7213412191811649397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=7213412191811649397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/7213412191811649397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/7213412191811649397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/01/frase-do-dia.html' title='Frase do dia'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-1286141195782443851</id><published>2010-01-04T10:50:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T10:22:54.552-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Deduções</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;Sherlock Holmes e o Dr Watson estão acampados em plena selva. Holmes acorda no meio da noite, agitado.&lt;br /&gt;- WATSON! - grita ele.&lt;br /&gt;O bom e prestativo Watson desperta, assustado.&lt;br /&gt;- O que foi Holmes?&lt;br /&gt;- Olhe para o céu e diga-me o que você vê!&lt;br /&gt;Watson esfrega os olhos, sonolento:&lt;br /&gt;- Vejo milhões de estrelas, Holmes.&lt;br /&gt;- E o que você deduz disso?&lt;br /&gt;- Bem, do ponto-de-vista astronômico, que há milhões de galáxias e potencialmente bilhões de planetas. Do ponto-de-vista teológico, que Deus e Seu Universo são infinitos; e, do ponto-de-vista meteorológico, que teremos um dia lindo amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;Watson faz uma pequena pausa e vira-se para Holmes:&lt;br /&gt;- E você, o que deduz disso?&lt;br /&gt;Sherlock acende o cachimbo, dá uma longa baforada e responde.&lt;br /&gt;- Elementar, meu caro: roubaram a nossa barraca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-1286141195782443851?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/1286141195782443851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=1286141195782443851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/1286141195782443851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/1286141195782443851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2010/01/deducoes.html' title='Deduções'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-9078310755660237472</id><published>2009-12-30T22:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:47:13.863-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biblia'/><title type='text'>Biblia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;"Tenho-vos dito essas coisas, para que em mim tenhais paz. No mundo tereis tribulações; mas tende bom animo, eu venci o mundo."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(João 16:33)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4348937759490838748-9078310755660237472?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/9078310755660237472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=9078310755660237472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/9078310755660237472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/9078310755660237472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2009/12/biblia_30.html' title='Biblia'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-6959162160336183589</id><published>2009-12-30T14:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T14:44:38.168-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Obediência</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Uma senhora muito pobre telefonou para um programa cristão de rádio pedindo ajuda.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Um bruxo do mal que ouvia o programa resolveu pregar-lhe uma peça.&lt;br /&gt;Conseguiu seu endereço, chamou seus secretários e ordenou que fizessem uma compra&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;e levassem para a mulher, com a seguinte orientação:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Quando ela perguntar quem mandou, respondam que foi o DIABO!&lt;br /&gt;Ao chegarem na casa, a mulher os recebeu com alegria e foi logo guardando os alimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Os secretários do bruxo, conforme a orientação recebida, lhe perguntaram:&lt;br /&gt;- A senhora não quer saber quem lhe enviou estas coisas?&lt;br /&gt;A mulher, na simplicidade da fé, respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;- Não, meu filho.. Não é preciso. Quando Deus manda,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;até o diabo obedece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'NÃO SE PREOCUPE DE QUE MANEIRA VIRÁ SUA VITÓRIA, MAS&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; QUANDO DEUS DETERMINA, ELA VEM.......AH VEM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Tenha paciência.. não é no seu tempo e sim no tempo Dele.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;porque você vê até um limite....&lt;br /&gt;Ele ultrapassa esse limite........&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;e vê muito além do que enxergamos.!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-6959162160336183589?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/6959162160336183589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=6959162160336183589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/6959162160336183589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/6959162160336183589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2009/12/obediencia.html' title='Obediência'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-7426068305630955653</id><published>2009-12-30T14:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T14:37:31.800-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Historia de uma vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ricardinho&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;não agüentou o cheiro bom do pão e falou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: maroon; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Pai, tô com fome!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O pai, Agenor , sem ter um tostão no bolso, caminhando desde muito cedo em busca de um trabalho, olha com os olhos marejados para o filho e pede mais um pouco de paciência...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Mas pai, desde ontem não comemos nada, eu tô com muita fome, pai!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Envergonhado, triste e humilhado em seu coração de pai, Agenor pede para o filho aguardar na calçada enquanto entra na padaria a sua frente...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ao entrar dirige-se a um homem no balcão:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Meu senhor, estou com meu filho de apenas 6 anos na porta, com muita fome, não tenho nenhum tostão, pois sai cedo para buscar um emprego e nada encontrei, eu lhe peço que em nome de Jesus me forneça um pão para que eu possa matar a fome desse menino, em troca posso varrer o chão de seu estabelecimento, lavar os pratos e copos, ou outro serviço que o senhor precisar!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Amaro , o dono da padaria estranha aquele homem de semblante calmo e sofrido, pedir comida em troca de trabalho e pede para que ele chame o filho...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Agenor pega o filho pela mão e apresenta-o a Amaro, que imediatamente pede que os dois sentem-se junto ao balcão, onde manda servir dois pratos de comida do famoso PF (Prato Feito) - arroz, feijão, bife e ovo...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para Ricardinho era um sonho, comer após tantas horas na rua...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para Agenor , uma dor a mais, já que comer aquela comida maravilhosa fazia-o lembrar-se da esposa e mais dois filhos que ficaram em casa apenas com um punhado de fubá...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Grossas lágrimas desciam dos seus olhos já na primeira garfada...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A satisfação de ver seu filho devorando aquele prato simples como se fosse um manjar dos deuses, e lembrança de sua pequena família em casa, foi demais para seu coração tão cansado de mais de 2 anos de desemprego, humilhações e necessidades...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amaro se aproxima de Agenor e percebendo a sua emoção, brinca para relaxar:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Ô Maria!!! Sua comida deve estar muito ruim... Olha o meu amigo está até chorando de tristeza desse bife, será que é sola de sapato?!?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imediatamente, Agenor sorri e diz que nunca comeu comida tão apetitosa, e que agradecia a Deus por ter esse prazer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amaro pede então que ele sossegue seu coração, que almoçasse em paz e depois conversariam sobre trabalho...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mais confiante, Agenor enxuga as lágrimas e começa a almoçar, já que sua fome já estava nas costas...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Após o almoço, Amaro convida Agenor para uma conversa nos fundos da padaria, onde havia um pequeno escritório....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agenor conta então que há mais de 2 anos havia perdido o emprego e desde então, sem uma especialidade profissional, sem estudos, ele estava vivendo de&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;pequenos 'biscates aqui e acolá', mas que há 2 meses não recebia nada...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amaro resolve então contratar Agenor para serviços gerais na padaria, e penalizado, faz para o homem uma cesta básica com alimentos para pelo menos 15 dias...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agenor com lágrimas nos olhos agradece a confiança daquele homem e marca para o dia seguinte seu início no trabalho...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ao chegar em casa com toda aquela 'fartura', Agenor é um novo homem sentia esperanças, sentia que sua vida iria tomar novo impulso....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Deus estava lhe abrindo mais do que uma porta, era toda uma esperança de dias melhores...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia seguinte, às 5 da manhã, Agenor estava na porta da padaria ansioso para iniciar seu novo trabalho...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amaro chega logo em seguida e sorri para aquele homem que nem ele sabia porque estava ajudando...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tinham a mesma idade, 32 anos, e histórias diferentes, mas algo dentro dele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;chamava-o para ajudar aquela pessoa...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E, ele não se enganou - durante um ano, Agenor foi o mais dedicado trabalhador daquele estabelecimento, sempre honesto e extremamente zeloso com seus deveres...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um dia, Amaro chama Agenor para uma conversa e fala da escola que abriu vagas para a alfabetização de adultos um quarteirão acima da padaria, e que ele fazia questão que Agenor fosse estudar...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agenor nunca esqueceu seu primeiro dia de aula: a mão trêmula nas primeiras letras e a emoção da primeira carta...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Doze anos se passam desde aquele primeiro dia de aula...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vamos encontrar o Dr. Agenor Baptista de Medeiros , advogado, abrindo seu escritório para seu cliente, e depois outro, e depois mais outro...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ao meio dia ele desce para um café na padaria do amigo Amaro, que fica impressionado em ver o 'antigo funcionário' tão elegante em seu primeiro terno...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mais dez anos se passam, e agora o Dr. Agenor Baptista, já com uma clientela que mistura os mais necessitados que não podem pagar, e os mais abastados que o pagam muito bem, resolve criar uma Instituição que oferece aos desvalidos da sorte, que andam pelas ruas, pessoas desempregadas e carentes de todos os tipos, um prato de comida diariamente na hora do almoço...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Mais de 200 refeições são servidas diariamente naquele lugar que é administrado pelo seu filho , o agora nutricionista Ricardo Baptista...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Tudo mudou, tudo passou, mas a amizade daqueles dois homens, Amaro e Agenor impressionava a todos que conheciam um pouco da história de cada um...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Contam que aos 82 anos os dois faleceram no mesmo dia, quase que a mesma hora, morrendo placidamente com um sorriso de dever cumprido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ricardinho , o filho mandou gravar na frente da 'Casa do Caminho', que seu pai fundou com tanto carinho:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;'Um dia eu tive fome, e você me alimentou. Um dia eu estava sem esperanças e você me deu um caminho. Um dia acordei sozinho, e você me deu Deus, e isso não tem preço. Que Deus habite em seu coração e alimente sua alma. E, que te sobre o pão da misericórdia para estender a quem precisar!!!'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-7426068305630955653?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/7426068305630955653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=7426068305630955653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/7426068305630955653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/7426068305630955653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2009/12/historia-de-uma-vida.html' title='Historia de uma vida'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-6282309656181797989</id><published>2009-12-29T15:56:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:56:53.359-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biblia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase do dia'/><title type='text'>Biblia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;"Assim, brilhe vossa luz diante dos homens, para que vejam as vossas obras e glorifiquem vosso Pai que está nos céus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;(Mateus, 5:16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4348937759490838748-6282309656181797989?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/6282309656181797989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=6282309656181797989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/6282309656181797989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/6282309656181797989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2009/12/biblia.html' title='Biblia'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-2883153058434714241</id><published>2009-12-29T14:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T14:15:52.017-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase do dia'/><title type='text'>Frase do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;...embora ninguém possa voltar atrás e fazer um novo começo, qualquer um pode começar agora e fazer um novo fim (Chico Xavier).&lt;/span&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/4348937759490838748-2883153058434714241?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/2883153058434714241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=2883153058434714241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/2883153058434714241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/2883153058434714241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2009/12/frase-do-dia_29.html' title='Frase do dia'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-3478207722829382804</id><published>2009-12-27T12:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T12:27:08.623-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Pescaria Cara</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Três amigos estão no meio de uma pescaria.&lt;br /&gt;- Esta pescaria vai me custar caro - comentou o primeiro. - Tive que prometer a minha mulher que iria almoçar com a mãe dela neste final de semana.&lt;br /&gt;- Pra mim, vai custar mais caro ainda - comentou o segundo. - Tive que prometer a minha mulher lavar a louça do jantar durante uma semana.&lt;br /&gt;- Pra mim saiu de graça - emendou o terceiro. - Assim que acordei, eu disse à minha mulher: "Hoje eu gostaria de passar o dia inteiro trepando ou pescando, o que você prefere, meu bem?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-3478207722829382804?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/3478207722829382804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=3478207722829382804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/3478207722829382804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/3478207722829382804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2009/12/pescaria-cara.html' title='Pescaria Cara'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-5039540708905310077</id><published>2009-12-27T12:25:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T12:25:34.094-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Como Águia e Falcão</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Conta uma velha lenda dos índios Sioux que, uma vez, Touro Bravo, o mais valente e honrado de todos os jovens guerreiros, e Nuvem Azul, a filha do cacique, uma das mais formosas mulheres da tribo, chegaram de mãos dadas, até a tenda do velho feiticeiro da tribo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nós nos amamos... E vamos nos casar, disse o jovem.&lt;br /&gt;E nos amamos tanto que queremos um feitiço, um conselho, ou um talismã.... Alguma coisa que nos garanta que poderemos ficar sempre juntos... Que nos assegure que estaremos um ao lado do outro até encontrarmos a morte. Há algo que possamos fazer ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o velho emocionado ao vê-los tão jovens, tão apaixonados e tão ansiosos por uma palavra, disse :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tem uma coisa a ser feita, mas é uma tarefa muito difícil e sacrificada... Tu, Nuvem Azul, deves escalar o monte ao norte dessa aldeia, e apenas com uma rede e tuas mãos, deves caçar o falcão mais vigoroso do monte e trazê-lo aqui com vida, até o terceiro dia depois da lua cheia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- E tu, Touro Bravo, continuou o feiticeiro, deves escalar a montanha do trono, e lá em cima, encontrarás a mais brava de todas as águias, e somente com as tuas mãos e uma rede, deverás apanhá-la trazendo-a para mim, viva !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os jovens abraçaram-se com ternura, e logo partiram para cumprir a missão recomendada... No dia estabelecido, à frente da tenda do feiticeiro, os dois esperavam com as aves dentro de um saco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O velho pediu que com cuidado as tirassem dos sacos e viu que eram verdadeiramente formosos exemplares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- E agora o que faremos?&lt;br /&gt;Perguntou o jovem! As matamos e depois bebemos a honra de seu sangue ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ou cozinhamos e depois comemos o valor da sua carne?&lt;br /&gt;Propôs a jovem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não ! Disse o feiticeiro...&lt;br /&gt;-Apanhem as aves e amarrem-nas entre si pelas patas com essas fitas de couro... Quando tiverem amarradas, soltem-nas, para que voem livres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O guerreiro e a jovem fizeram o que lhes foi ordenado, e soltaram os pássaros... A águia e o falcão, tentaram voar mas apenas conseguiram saltar pelo terreno. Minutos depois, irritadas pela incapacidade do voo, as aves arremessavam-se entre si, bicando-se até se machucar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o velho disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jamais esqueçam o que estão vendo! Este é o meu conselho.&lt;br /&gt;Vocês são como a águia e o falcão. Se estiverem amarrados um ao outro, ainda que por amor, não só viverão arrastando-se, como também, cedo ou tarde, começarão a machucar-se um ao outro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se quiserem que o amor entre vocês perdure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Voem Juntos...mas jamais amarrados"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-5039540708905310077?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/5039540708905310077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=5039540708905310077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase do dia'/><title type='text'>Frase do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;"Para os erros, há perdão;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Para os fracassos, chance;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Para os amores impossíveis, tempo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Não deixe que a saudade sufoque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Que a rotina acomode;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Que o medo impeça de tentar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Desconfie do destino e acredite em você;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Gaste mais horas realizando do que sonhando;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Fazendo do que planejando;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Vivendo do que esperando."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-4806762841954143159?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/4806762841954143159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=4806762841954143159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/4806762841954143159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/4806762841954143159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2009/12/frase-do-dia_6929.html' title='Frase do dia'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-7454686030699266120</id><published>2009-12-26T15:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T15:26:15.759-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Coisas do amor</title><content type='html'>"De ti somente um nome sei, Amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pouco é muito pouco, e é bastante para que esta paixão doida e constante, dia após dia cresça com vigor;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como de um sonho vago e sem fervor nasce assim uma paixão tão inquietante, meu doido coração triste e amante, como tu buscas o ideal na dor;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto era só quimera, fantasia, mágoa de um sonho que se esvai num dia, perfume leve dum doce rosal, do céu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paixão ardente, loucura isto é agora, vulcão que vai crescendo hora por hora, o meu amor, que imenso amor.. o meu"!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-7454686030699266120?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/7454686030699266120/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=7454686030699266120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/7454686030699266120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/7454686030699266120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2009/12/coisas-do-amor.html' title='Coisas do amor'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-6026895288039259686</id><published>2009-12-26T15:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T15:20:22.027-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Em algum lugar do tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Em algum lugar do tempo, te encontrei, teu corpo me fascinou, e eu sonhei, teu sorriso lindo tomou conta de minha vida, de meu mundo, de meus dias;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Em algum lugar no tempo, por ti me apaixonei, e de saudades eu chorei, meus dias foram melhores, minhas noites, mais calmas;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O universo explodiu a minha volta, quando tua boca eu beijei, quando teu corpo toquei;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Em algum lugar do tempo, tudo isso se perdeu, como a noite é pelo dia encoberta;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Em algum lugar do tempo, te perdi, sem chance de te encontrar novamente;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Em algum lugar do tempo"...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/4348937759490838748-6026895288039259686?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/6026895288039259686/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=6026895288039259686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/6026895288039259686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/6026895288039259686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2009/12/em-algum-lugar-do-tempo.html' title='Em algum lugar do tempo'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-6585043389896129693</id><published>2009-12-26T12:21:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T12:21:55.071-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase do dia'/><title type='text'>Frase do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #6a5e38; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"O inimigo mais perigoso que você poderá encontrar será sempre você mesmo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-6585043389896129693?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/6585043389896129693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=6585043389896129693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/6585043389896129693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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small;"&gt;Aqueles dois anões resolvem se divertir e vão para um bordel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Depois de uns drinks, eles sobem para os quartos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Mesmo estando animadinho, um dos anões não consegue ter uma ereção e fica ainda mais desapontado quando ouve o seu amigo no quarto ao lado:&lt;br /&gt;- Um, dois, três e... já! Um, dois, três e... já! Um, dois, três e... já!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Passada a hora do programa, os anões se encontram para irem embora e o que broxou comenta:&lt;br /&gt;- Po! Foi uma merda! Por mais que eu me esforçasse, não consegui ter nenhuma ereção!&lt;br /&gt;- Ereção? - o outro anão responde, perplexo - e eu que nem consegui subir na cama?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-6978286097527517007?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/6978286097527517007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=6978286097527517007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/6978286097527517007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/6978286097527517007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2009/12/anoes-no-bordel.html' title='Anôes no bordel'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-5677960819061924897</id><published>2009-12-24T12:45:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T12:49:21.380-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagens'/><title type='text'>Feliz Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/SzN_XdKMCzI/AAAAAAAABUc/AXPRI241QWk/s1600-h/Natal02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="578" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/SzN_XdKMCzI/AAAAAAAABUc/AXPRI241QWk/s640/Natal02.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/4348937759490838748-5677960819061924897?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/5677960819061924897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=5677960819061924897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/5677960819061924897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/5677960819061924897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/SzN_XdKMCzI/AAAAAAAABUc/AXPRI241QWk/s72-c/Natal02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-7160326933951606654</id><published>2009-12-20T19:26:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T19:26:10.339-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piadas'/><title type='text'>Noticias boas e ruins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;O pintor vai até a galeria de arte onde estão expostos os seus quadros e pergunta ao gerente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- E aí, vendeu algum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tenho boas e más notícias - responde ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fala primeiro a boa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A boa é que uma pessoa comprou todos os seus quadros!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nossa! Que ótimo! Então não pode ter notícia ruim! Quem comprou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Um cara que perguntou se, depois da morte do autor, o preço dos quadros sobe. Eu respondi que sim e ele comprou todos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- E qual é a má notícia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- É que esse comprador é o doutor Peddo, seu médico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-7160326933951606654?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/7160326933951606654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=7160326933951606654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/7160326933951606654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/7160326933951606654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2009/12/noticias-boas-e-ruins.html' title='Noticias boas e ruins'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-5158399722819601854</id><published>2009-12-20T19:25:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T19:25:39.878-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Não curta somente o sol, aproveite também a lua...&lt;br /&gt;Não curta somente a calmaria, aproveite a tempestade...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso enriquece a vida...&lt;br /&gt;Ela não pode ser vivida somente dentro de uma casa, a vida tem que ser experimentada dentro do universo...&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade é um jeito de viver, é uma postura de vida, é uma maneira de estar agradecido a tudo, não somente ao sol, mas também à lua, não somente a quem lhe estende a mão, mas também a quem o abandona, pois certamente nesse abandono existe a possibilidade de descobrir a força que existe dentro de você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-5158399722819601854?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/5158399722819601854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=5158399722819601854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/5158399722819601854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/5158399722819601854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2009/12/felicidade.html' title='Felicidade'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348937759490838748.post-7717946723603314583</id><published>2009-12-18T17:56:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T17:56:21.570-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase do dia'/><title type='text'>Frase do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; color: #6a5e38; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Se você não tem fracassos na sua vida, é porque deixou de assumir os riscos que deveria."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348937759490838748-7717946723603314583?l=weschen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/feeds/7717946723603314583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348937759490838748&amp;postID=7717946723603314583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/7717946723603314583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348937759490838748/posts/default/7717946723603314583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weschen.blogspot.com/2009/12/frase-do-dia_539.html' title='Frase do dia'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774369342952870290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWXHNf1iSLU/Se_lAutndpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mGAT490RCpY/S220/DSC04857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
