<?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-9051300047620029994</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:52:51.535Z</updated><title type='text'>Risadinhas</title><subtitle type='html'>Risos podem haver!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiod.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9051300047620029994/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiod.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tio do Riso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04425364299314416690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9051300047620029994.post-1218388227118962484</id><published>2011-10-27T18:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T18:06:49.118+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O fantasma</title><content type='html'>Um inglês foi a um hotel e perguntou:&lt;br /&gt;-Há quartos?&lt;br /&gt;-Há,mas nesse quarto já morreram muitas pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;O inglês,sem medo foi para o quarto.Quando entrou viu um fantasma&amp;nbsp;que disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sou o fantasmas das cuecas rotas!&lt;/div&gt;O inglês,então,saltou&amp;nbsp;pela a janela e morreu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;O francês foi a esse hotel e perguntou:&lt;/div&gt;-Há quartos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hmObTjSb4jk/TqmPeSzXw7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/uFhNLQo-iag/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hmObTjSb4jk/TqmPeSzXw7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/uFhNLQo-iag/s1600/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-Há,mas nesse quarto morreram pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;O francês foi para o quarto e viu um fantasma que disse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;-Sou o fantasma das cuecas rotas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;O francês saltou pela janela e morreu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;O português foi a esse hotel e perguntou:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;-Há quartos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;-Há, mas nesse quarto morreram pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;O português foi lá.Quando entrou viu um fantasma que disse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;-Sou o fantasma das cuecas rotas.-e o português disse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;-Toma dinheiro para comprares cuecas novas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9051300047620029994-1218388227118962484?l=tiod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiod.blogspot.com/feeds/1218388227118962484/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiod.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-fantasma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9051300047620029994/posts/default/1218388227118962484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9051300047620029994/posts/default/1218388227118962484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiod.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-fantasma.html' title='O fantasma'/><author><name>Tio do Riso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04425364299314416690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hmObTjSb4jk/TqmPeSzXw7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/uFhNLQo-iag/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9051300047620029994.post-2756047989356615959</id><published>2011-10-24T22:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T22:37:04.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O cunhado</title><content type='html'>Estavam uns garotos a brincar no pátio da igreja por alturas do&amp;nbsp; Natal.Até que um deles sem querer parte um boneco do presépio.Passado um bocado o padre chega:&lt;br /&gt;-Quem é que partiu o pastor?&lt;br /&gt;Todos ficam muito calados até que depois de muita insistência o culpado acusa-se.&lt;br /&gt;-Então tens de pagar o&amp;nbsp;estrago.&lt;br /&gt;-Eu não tenho dinheiro,senho padre.&lt;br /&gt;-Então paga o teu pai.&lt;br /&gt;-Eu não tenho pai.&lt;br /&gt;-Paga a tua mãe.&lt;br /&gt;-Eu não tenho mãe.&lt;br /&gt;-Então não tens ninguém?És sozinho no mundo?&lt;br /&gt;-Não eu tenho uma irmã mais velha.&lt;br /&gt;-Pronto paga ela.&lt;br /&gt;-Ela também não pode pagar,não tem dinheiro.É freira.&lt;br /&gt;-Não se diz freira,diz-se esposa de Cristo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;-Ah,então o meu cunhado que pague!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wkiFCypLPt0/TqXaLtjD1wI/AAAAAAAAAAo/XuiQGTwGAVk/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wkiFCypLPt0/TqXaLtjD1wI/AAAAAAAAAAo/XuiQGTwGAVk/s1600/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/9051300047620029994-2756047989356615959?l=tiod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiod.blogspot.com/feeds/2756047989356615959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiod.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-cunhado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9051300047620029994/posts/default/2756047989356615959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9051300047620029994/posts/default/2756047989356615959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiod.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-cunhado.html' title='O cunhado'/><author><name>Tio do Riso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04425364299314416690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wkiFCypLPt0/TqXaLtjD1wI/AAAAAAAAAAo/XuiQGTwGAVk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9051300047620029994.post-7409382711600207916</id><published>2011-10-23T12:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T12:34:06.527+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Loiras e Morenas</title><content type='html'>Num autocarro de dois andares iam as morenas em baixo e as loiras em cima.As morenas iam na maior festa enquanto das loiras não se ouvia um pio.Então diz uma morena para a outra:&lt;br /&gt;-Olha lá!Vai lá ver o que se passa com as loiras!&lt;br /&gt;Ela subiu ao primeiro andar e viu as loiras agarradas umas ás outras a tremer,então ela pergunta a uma loira:&lt;br /&gt;-Olha lá,o que se passa,porque que é que estão tão caladas?&lt;br /&gt;-Pois vocês tem condutor, nós não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lq3aRvo1uno/TqP7goR3VLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xk7kQN92CNY/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lq3aRvo1uno/TqP7goR3VLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xk7kQN92CNY/s1600/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9051300047620029994-7409382711600207916?l=tiod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiod.blogspot.com/feeds/7409382711600207916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiod.blogspot.com/2011/10/loiras-e-morenas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9051300047620029994/posts/default/7409382711600207916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9051300047620029994/posts/default/7409382711600207916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiod.blogspot.com/2011/10/loiras-e-morenas.html' title='Loiras e Morenas'/><author><name>Tio do Riso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04425364299314416690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lq3aRvo1uno/TqP7goR3VLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xk7kQN92CNY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9051300047620029994.post-6289519729678460733</id><published>2011-10-21T18:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T18:52:10.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Erradíssimo</title><content type='html'>Um alentejano vai a Lisboa comprar o seu Mercedolas último grito...&lt;br /&gt;Á vinda, entra na Auto-Estrada do Alentejo,liga a rádio e ouve:&lt;br /&gt;-Atenção!!!Louco desvairado em sentido contrário na Auto-Estrada do Alentejo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;E diz o Alentejano:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;-Não é um são muitos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Sud-hlgRdA/TqGxEIO3OCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FhHx1FlxTr4/s1600/images2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Sud-hlgRdA/TqGxEIO3OCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FhHx1FlxTr4/s1600/images2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9051300047620029994-6289519729678460733?l=tiod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiod.blogspot.com/feeds/6289519729678460733/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiod.blogspot.com/2011/10/erradissimo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9051300047620029994/posts/default/6289519729678460733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9051300047620029994/posts/default/6289519729678460733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiod.blogspot.com/2011/10/erradissimo.html' title='Erradíssimo'/><author><name>Tio do Riso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04425364299314416690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Sud-hlgRdA/TqGxEIO3OCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FhHx1FlxTr4/s72-c/images2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
