<?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-6101349</id><updated>2011-11-19T13:06:09.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Indubitável Experiencia do Ser Adormecido - Vol 9</title><subtitle type='html'>O ser Adormecido vê mais que o ser acordado! - seradormecido@yahoo.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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>6319</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-644015467422409805</id><published>2011-11-19T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T13:04:30.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Metro de Lisboa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os roxos e os neons fazem da estação Baixa-Chiado transformar-se na Estação Bicha-Chiado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-644015467422409805?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/644015467422409805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=644015467422409805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/644015467422409805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/644015467422409805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/11/metro-de-lisboa-os-roxos-e-os-neons.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-3254127580796944038</id><published>2011-11-19T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T13:03:06.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Riscos &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não dar uma moeda a um arrumador é um risco. Literalmente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-3254127580796944038?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/3254127580796944038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=3254127580796944038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3254127580796944038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3254127580796944038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/11/riscos-nao-dar-uma-moeda-um-arrumador-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-203454455908658491</id><published>2011-11-19T13:01:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T13:02:18.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gajas e trailers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Existem gajas que são como um mau filme de comédia. Esgotam-se no trailer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-203454455908658491?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/203454455908658491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=203454455908658491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/203454455908658491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/203454455908658491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/11/gajas-e-trailers-existem-gajas-que-sao.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-4745722606688345578</id><published>2011-11-19T13:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T13:01:31.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;8 anos de Ser Adormecido&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parabéns para sabe Deus quem! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para mim acho eu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-4745722606688345578?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/4745722606688345578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=4745722606688345578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/4745722606688345578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/4745722606688345578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/11/8-anos-de-ser-adormecido-parabens-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-3247456394418012742</id><published>2011-10-26T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T01:30:21.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;500 euros&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma boa namorada é como uma nota de 500 euros. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pouca gente já viu uma ou já teve uma, quando a temos, guardamos religiosamente mas dizemos a todas as pessoas que nos interessam &lt;i&gt;"Olha sabes que tenho uma nota de 500 euros!?".&lt;/i&gt; Quando se fala nelas sentimos sempre necessidade de dizer que já a tivemos e o mais importante, podemos trocá-la por muitas outras notas mas nenhuma delas vai chegar sequer a metade do valor dela. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-3247456394418012742?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/3247456394418012742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=3247456394418012742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3247456394418012742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3247456394418012742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/10/500-euros-uma-boa-namorada-e-como-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-5173933729828746192</id><published>2011-09-26T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T07:05:48.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;‎"Mata pai à catanada para vingar abusos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piada Básica - "Heya cum Catano"&lt;br /&gt;Piada Geek - "Katana Wins!"&lt;br /&gt;Piada Ultramar - "Isso é que foi desbravar mato!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Piada Punch - "Deve ter enfiado a catana no cu do pai!"&lt;br /&gt;Humor Negro - "Agora ficou sem vida sexual!"&lt;br /&gt;Piada Pensada - "O Beauté morreu?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-5173933729828746192?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/5173933729828746192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=5173933729828746192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/5173933729828746192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/5173933729828746192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/09/mata-pai-catanada-para-vingar-abusos.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-7162594908527692221</id><published>2011-09-26T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T07:02:47.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cuidado quando vos dizem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Eu vivo na sony"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Existe uma pequena linha que separa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Trabalho na empresa Sony e ganho bem"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; com "Eu vivo dentro de uma caixa grande de cartão onde veio um LCD Sony de 200 cm´s!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-7162594908527692221?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/7162594908527692221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=7162594908527692221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7162594908527692221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7162594908527692221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/09/sony-cuidado-quando-vos-dizem-eu-vivo.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-3258017108484109591</id><published>2011-09-26T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T07:01:29.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Vanessa Fernandes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Não é difícil perceber como foi fácil para a Vanessa Fernandes voltar à alta competição. Para uma mulher como ela é menos complicado ganhar uma medalha de ouro nos Jogos Olímpicos do que andar na noite a engatar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-3258017108484109591?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/3258017108484109591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=3258017108484109591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3258017108484109591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3258017108484109591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/09/vanessa-fernandes-nao-e-dificil.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-8530835844211431649</id><published>2011-09-26T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T06:59:39.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Piada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piada é pedires a uma pessoa que tem um Iphone para fazer uma chamada e ela responder:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Não tenho saldo!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-8530835844211431649?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/8530835844211431649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=8530835844211431649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/8530835844211431649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/8530835844211431649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/09/piada-piada-e-pedires-uma-pessoa-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-3368248044093236334</id><published>2011-09-26T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T06:57:47.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheiros&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Um campo de Batalha cheira a sangue. Um cemitério cheira a morte. Os World cyber Games cheiram a Clearasil e Cortisona.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-3368248044093236334?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/3368248044093236334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=3368248044093236334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3368248044093236334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3368248044093236334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/09/cheiros-um-campo-de-batalha-cheira.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-7715808495425827477</id><published>2011-09-15T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T06:04:45.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Perguntas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabem a pergunta que mais vezes uma gaja me fez nos últimos tempos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Quem inventou o iphone?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-7715808495425827477?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/7715808495425827477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=7715808495425827477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7715808495425827477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7715808495425827477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/09/perguntas-sabem-pergunta-que-mais-vezes.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-5455378703049516386</id><published>2011-09-09T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T10:45:01.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Plebe&amp;amp;Realeza &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bons para pinar, nunca para casar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-5455378703049516386?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/5455378703049516386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=5455378703049516386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/5455378703049516386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/5455378703049516386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/09/plebe-bons-para-pinar-nunca-para-casar.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-410379515880511898</id><published>2011-09-08T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T04:26:27.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;As Loiras&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tenho um sério problema com loiras boazonas. Não consigo apreciar o boneco mas eu já percebi porquê. As loiras possuem um grave problema. Como estão habituadas desde muito novas a ser o centro das atenções, quando falam com homens, estão sempre à espera de um elogio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fazem lembrar aqueles cães que estão sempre meio nervosos quando tu tens uma bola de ténis na mão, então não tiram os olhos da bola e estão sempre à espera que a atires. Assim que a atiras eles saem disparados como loucos para a ir buscar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-410379515880511898?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/410379515880511898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=410379515880511898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/410379515880511898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/410379515880511898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/09/as-loiras-eu-tenho-um-serio-problema.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-4099142817717161391</id><published>2011-08-31T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T09:03:35.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Felicidade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu nunca vou ter um ataque cardíaco. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Descobri recentemente que é preciso ter coração para isso acontecer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-4099142817717161391?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/4099142817717161391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=4099142817717161391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/4099142817717161391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/4099142817717161391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/08/felicidade-eu-nunca-vou-ter-um-ataque.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-7791339652520667693</id><published>2011-08-31T08:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T09:02:25.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Trocar de Camisola&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No desporto, quando termina um jogo, em sinal de respeito entre dois adversários talentosos, eles trocam de camisolas. Se algum dia o teu namorado quiser trocar de camisola contigo...apresenta-lhe o teu amigo gay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-7791339652520667693?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/7791339652520667693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=7791339652520667693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7791339652520667693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7791339652520667693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/08/trocar-de-camisola-no-desporto-quando.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-4185014953947740988</id><published>2011-08-31T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T08:57:30.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Homens e Cães&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os homens são cães, literalmente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se algum dia passares uma noite fora de casa sem avisares o teu namorado ou marido, quando voltares, vais encontrá-lo de quatro, de beicinho, escondido no corredor. Vais à sala e ele deixou um cagalhão mesmo no meio. Ladramos, ladramos, ladramos mas se não nos disserem o que fazer estas coisas acontecem mesmo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-4185014953947740988?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/4185014953947740988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=4185014953947740988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/4185014953947740988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/4185014953947740988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/08/homens-e-caes-os-homens-sao-caes.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-187715421840898970</id><published>2011-08-31T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T08:46:34.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Evolução&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homens...decorem:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Íris, Bordeaux, Fúscia, Turquesa, Maldivas, Azul mar, Azul ultramarino, verde bilhar, verde abeto, verde selva, tomate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sim são cores que elas usam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-187715421840898970?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/187715421840898970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=187715421840898970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/187715421840898970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/187715421840898970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/08/evolucao-homens.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-3737751634773990373</id><published>2011-08-31T08:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T08:44:55.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sorteios&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Vamos sortear, a quem calhar o pau mais pequenino perde!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isto para as mulheres é tão literal que chega a ser ofensivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-3737751634773990373?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/3737751634773990373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=3737751634773990373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3737751634773990373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3737751634773990373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/08/sorteios-vamos-sortear-quem-calhar-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-7742397295565300709</id><published>2011-08-31T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T08:41:11.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Síndrome Tourette&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É sempre agradável quando o síndrome de Tourette está presente na cama, representado pelas mulheres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-7742397295565300709?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/7742397295565300709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-449998733808219056</id><published>2011-08-31T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T07:56:47.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Realeza&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O mais próximo que eu tenho de pertencer à família real é quando paro na passadeira com o carro e faço aquele gesto com a mão para a pessoa passar descansada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-449998733808219056?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/449998733808219056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Craques relacionais&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os Moisés Relacionais são aqueles que sabem separar bem as águas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-7648632033781579680?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/7648632033781579680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=7648632033781579680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7648632033781579680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7648632033781579680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/08/craques-relacionais-os-moises.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-5263650807019889789</id><published>2011-08-31T07:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T07:45:04.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Natureza&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que acontece quando um gajo arranja uma namorada? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Engorda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que acontece quando um gajo arranja um namorado? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fica musculado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo faz sentido na Natureza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-5263650807019889789?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/5263650807019889789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=5263650807019889789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/5263650807019889789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/5263650807019889789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/08/natureza-o-que-acontece-quando-um-gajo.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-3795998022326466138</id><published>2011-08-31T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T07:43:08.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Relações Casuais&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As relações casuais são um demo ou um shareware. Tem o seu tempo e depois expiram, como o tal antivírus grátis que expira na altura que mais precisas dele. Depois de expirar é apenas mais uma coisa a ocupar espaço no teu disco e na tua memória.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-3795998022326466138?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/3795998022326466138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=3795998022326466138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3795998022326466138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3795998022326466138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/08/relacoes-casuais-as-relacoes-casuais.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-783401644336506099</id><published>2011-08-31T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T07:40:12.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Check Box&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Existem 5 Check Box na mente de um homem sempre que olha para uma mulher:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 - Vestida - Check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 - De bikini - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 - Lingerie - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 - Nua - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 - De 4 - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de a ver vestida todas estas começam a fazer parte do seu imaginário(E não o do Hélio).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-783401644336506099?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/783401644336506099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=783401644336506099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/783401644336506099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/783401644336506099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/08/check-box-existem-5-check-box-na-mente.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-7362794961996875313</id><published>2011-08-31T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T07:37:23.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mulher Maggie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt Groening, dos Simpsons, criou uma mulher como todos os homens gostavam de ter. É uma personagem principal que não fala, apenas chupa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-7362794961996875313?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/7362794961996875313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=7362794961996875313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7362794961996875313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7362794961996875313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/08/mulher-maggie-matt-groening-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-8304965091214760916</id><published>2011-08-31T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T07:34:25.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Relacionamentos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, fica mal dizer que "namoraram durante 10 anos", é uma vida e ninguém namora tanto tempo sem casar. A partir de hoje, sempre que alguém falar em longas relações vamos usar a expressão:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Andou 10 anos a encaixotar Bíblias!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-8304965091214760916?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/8304965091214760916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=8304965091214760916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/8304965091214760916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/8304965091214760916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/08/relacionamentos-ok-fica-mal-dizer-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-2776307626641628309</id><published>2011-08-31T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T07:32:11.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Algoritmo de telenovela&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É fácil conseguir comunicar com qualquer pessoa viciada em telenovelas, mesmo que nunca tenhamos visto um único episódio. E porquê? Porque em todas as telenovelas existe um algoritmo, algoritmo esse que ajuda todas as pessoas viciadas a seguir sem nunca perder o fio à meada, dando a sensação de que já viveu aquilo na realidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A quem é que morreu o pai? Ou a mãe?&lt;/i&gt;" - Ao perguntarmos isto, uma viciada ou viciado em telenovelas vai responder prontamente quem morreu. Em todas as telenovelas morre um pai ou uma mãe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Quem é que casou e já se separou?"&lt;/i&gt; - Idem idem, aspas aspas, em todas as telenovelas existe um casamento que correu incrivelmente mal e agora estão separados, mas assistiram ao casamento nos primeiros capítulos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Então mas esse não andava com a outra?"&lt;/i&gt; - Todos "esses" já andaram com todas "as outras", é fácil fazer conversa deste género. Ninguém começa a telenovela e fica para sempre com a mesma parceira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Só vi aquela parte em que o pai estava doente!"&lt;/i&gt; - Há sempre, sempre, sempre um pai doente. Sempre, sempre, sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Está grávida essa?"&lt;/i&gt; - Não é preciso explicar esta pois não? Vai sempre existir uma grávida numa telenovela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-2776307626641628309?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/2776307626641628309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=2776307626641628309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/2776307626641628309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/2776307626641628309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/08/algoritmo-de-telenovela-e-facil.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-1999314455771788606</id><published>2011-08-31T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T07:19:22.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;First Kiss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos os primeiros beijos são inesquecíveis, mas nenhum é mais inesquecível que aquele em que se ouve &lt;i&gt;"Comeste cebola?"&lt;/i&gt; depois de o dar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-1999314455771788606?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/1999314455771788606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=1999314455771788606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/1999314455771788606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/1999314455771788606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-kiss-todos-os-primeiros-beijos.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-8530852156360517106</id><published>2011-08-31T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T09:07:36.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;T&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ipos de Gajas e a Noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Muitas pessoas ainda não conseguem identificar gajas comprometidas de gajas tolas, de badalhocas, de one night stand´s fáceis, de todo o conjunto de gajas que se podem encontrar na noite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Uma gaja solteira parece um farol. Está sempre a olhar para toda a gente, quando topa algo que gosta os olhos brilham tipo cãozinho, gosta de brincar com os gajos que não lhe interessam mas deixa-os aproximar para se sentir bem. Fala com toda a gente, sorri para toda a gente e raramente desvia o olhar demonstrando timidez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Uma gaja comprometida não dá cavaco a ninguém. Suspira no mau sentido quando metem conversa. Raramente sai sozinha e quando sai é com amigas e está sempre a dizer que quer ir embora. A terceira coisa que sai da boca dela quando um gajo mete conversa é sempre "Eu tenho namorado!". A única maneira que sabe estar na noite é de braços cruzados a olhar para o relógio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A Vaca é aquela que está com o namorado ao lado e nunca deixa de criar o pânico. Um olho no burro e outro no cigano. Olha para o namorado e dá charme para o gajo ao lado. Não desvia olhar e faz-se a todos. Tira fotos com a memória e depois usa o facebook para trair. Acaba sempre por casar com o coitadinho do namorado mas nunca o deixa de trair. Toda a gente sabe como ela é, menos ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A Vaca descomprometida quando sai de casa, já tem a queca combinada. Já marcou tudo pelo facebook ou pelo telemóvel. Sabe que às tantas horas vai estar ali para o gajo a apanhar ou ela o apanhar a ele. As Vacas descomprometidas são calculistas, fazem os trabalhos de casa todinhos. Raramente engatam directamente na noite, geralmente engatam na noite para o dia seguinte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 18px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:15px;"&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-8530852156360517106?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/8530852156360517106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=8530852156360517106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/8530852156360517106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/8530852156360517106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/08/tipos-de-gajas-e-noite-muitas-pessoas.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-8563126086379553789</id><published>2011-07-22T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T07:48:15.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ser trocada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um dos maiores inimigos da auto-estima feminina é a troca. Quando elas são trocadas por uma outra ela, a sua auto-estima baixa para -300 e para voltar a níveis positivos pode demorar vários anos ou nunca acontecer. A razão essa, ninguém sabe. Talvez pela competição feminina ser tão grande e conhecida ou então porque não aceitam que alguém a troque pelo simples facto delas se acharem o máximo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando uma mulher é trocada por um homem, o caso muda de figura. Descobrem respostas para um sem número de perguntas e atitudes que sempre as fizeram perder o sono durante a relação. Dois mais dois realmente dá quatro e aqueles encontros de fim de semana com o "Carlos" passam a fazer sentido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando uma mulher é trocada pela igreja, é quase um elogio. A ser trocada que seja pelo altíssimo que é o maior dos homens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-8563126086379553789?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/8563126086379553789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=8563126086379553789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/8563126086379553789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/8563126086379553789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/07/ser-trocada-um-dos-maiores-inimigos-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-3695505923719057443</id><published>2011-07-22T07:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T07:35:25.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Googlar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quantas vezes te googlaste?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quase todas as pessoas já se googlaram e hoje em dia um simples googlar pode responder a várias perguntas sobre nós mesmos. Se não existirmos no google não existimos na vida real. Quem não se encontra no Google não se encontra a si mesmo, está destinado a permanecer numa bolha onde apenas os não googláveis se encontram, a bolha do incógnito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bolha do incógnito é nada mais nada menos que aquelas traseiras na escola primária onde vamos sozinhos com a sandes de manteiga, o pacote de leite e a nossa demência infantil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-3695505923719057443?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/3695505923719057443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=3695505923719057443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3695505923719057443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3695505923719057443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/07/googlar-quantas-vezes-te-googlaste.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-3359798056170117058</id><published>2011-07-22T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T07:19:45.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dúvidas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bebida engravida?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parece que sim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-3359798056170117058?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/3359798056170117058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=3359798056170117058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3359798056170117058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3359798056170117058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/07/duvidas-bebida-engravida-parece-que-sim.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-3801892734506343197</id><published>2011-07-22T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T07:18:29.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Criatividade e Sexo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A criatividade é como o sexo. Não é por tu teres gostado muito da tua ideia que ela tem de dizer que foi realmente muito boa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-3801892734506343197?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/3801892734506343197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=3801892734506343197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3801892734506343197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3801892734506343197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/07/criatividade-e-sexo-criatividade-e-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-4532137997580597285</id><published>2011-07-22T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T07:15:10.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Novidade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As mulheres vão lançar um novo álbum. Boas notícias para todos os fãs que esperavam este momento há mais de uma década!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-4532137997580597285?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/4532137997580597285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=4532137997580597285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/4532137997580597285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/4532137997580597285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/07/novidade-as-mulheres-vao-lancar-um-novo.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-4448575965141131430</id><published>2011-06-04T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T15:39:04.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Racismo?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não falta muito para os miúdos gozarem na escola uns com os outros:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ahaha tu és Bold!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-4448575965141131430?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/4448575965141131430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=4448575965141131430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/4448575965141131430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/4448575965141131430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/06/racismo-nao-falta-muito-para-os-miudos.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-5449815855892643601</id><published>2011-06-04T15:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T15:36:52.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Gatos e Homens&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um homem é um gato. Está sempre limpo, nem que se tenha de lamber a ele mesmo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-5449815855892643601?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/5449815855892643601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=5449815855892643601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/5449815855892643601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/5449815855892643601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/06/gatos-e-homens-um-homem-e-um-gato.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-5121475093833194442</id><published>2011-06-04T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T15:35:58.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sexo Tandem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sim, o salto Tandem faz todo o sentido porque se nos esquecermos de puxar o cordão do pára-quedas morremos. Sexo Tandem não faz sentido, não há cordão para puxar(Puxar...) e morrer só mesmo de tédio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-5121475093833194442?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/5121475093833194442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=5121475093833194442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/5121475093833194442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/5121475093833194442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/06/sexo-tandem-sim-o-salto-tandem-faz-todo.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-8321894354080096965</id><published>2011-06-04T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T15:29:13.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;O Coma relacional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Se uma pessoa quando acaba uma relação muito longa descobre que afinal gosta de discotecas e sexo casual e amigos, porque é que não aproveita quando tem alguém com quem ir, fazer e apalhaçar, sem ter de se colar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-8321894354080096965?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/8321894354080096965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=8321894354080096965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/8321894354080096965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/8321894354080096965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-coma-relacional-se-uma-pessoa-quando.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-5021731798004061533</id><published>2011-06-04T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T15:23:54.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Maneiras de ser amada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Existem duas maneiras de serem amadas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emocionalmente e Fisicamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma mulher que seja amada emocionalmente consegue um número de orgasmos psicológicos elevado, a nível físico a coisa nunca resulta muito bem. Um bom masturbador de ego nunca é um bom amante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma mulher que seja amada fisicamente é incrivelmente feliz na cama, mas só serve para isso. É um objecto e nunca vai passar disso. Um bom amante nunca vai direccionar a sua força motora para o ego emocional. Big mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-5021731798004061533?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/5021731798004061533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=5021731798004061533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/5021731798004061533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/5021731798004061533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/06/maneiras-de-ser-amada-existem-duas.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-4937967059995418229</id><published>2011-06-04T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T15:20:26.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Pensamentos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto de pensar que as bichonas são personagens que saíram de um filme da Disney e até fazerem 100 boas acções vão continuar prisioneiras no corpo de um homem. Tem o dobro da piada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-4937967059995418229?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/4937967059995418229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=4937967059995418229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/4937967059995418229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/4937967059995418229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/06/pensamentos-gosto-de-pensar-que-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-2664331313663395997</id><published>2011-06-04T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T15:19:00.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Agarrados&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Existem duas coisas a que as pessoas adultas se agarram até ao final dos seus dias, como as criancinhas com a chupeta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eles ao pouco cabelo que possuem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elas à juventude que já não têm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-2664331313663395997?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/2664331313663395997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=2664331313663395997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/2664331313663395997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/2664331313663395997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/06/agarrados-existem-duas-coisas-que-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-2012343251059430811</id><published>2011-06-04T15:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T15:13:47.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Frases que se dizem por dizer...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sabes quando tu olhas para ela e ela parece um Kamasutra ambulante?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-2012343251059430811?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/2012343251059430811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Diálogos &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Passei de um 32A para um 36B por 5 mil euros...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mas mudaste de casa?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-1166955222732677109?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/1166955222732677109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=1166955222732677109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/1166955222732677109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-4878145595923333363?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/4878145595923333363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=4878145595923333363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/4878145595923333363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/4878145595923333363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/06/depilacoes-melhor-depilacao-e-depilacao.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-2665009700299332255</id><published>2011-06-04T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T15:09:36.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Pensar a cappella&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Neste triste mundo que é o nosso, todos os homens que conseguem pensar por si mesmo tornaram-se em pessoas famosas. É por essa razão que escritores/pensadores famosos ou são gays ou então já estão mortos. O tempo trat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;ou de eliminar a espécie que não foi renovada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ver um homem a pensar a cappella hoje em dia é um caso tão raro que desperta a curiosidade feminina como uma nova série do Grey´s Anatomy. Elas apaixonam-se tão rápido pelo homem que pensa em falsete que chega a ser uma paixão doentia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando se apercebem que estão a lidar com um homem que pensa por si mesmo já ele lhes ofereceu o Dó sustenido e tirou-lhes o Ré maior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-2665009700299332255?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/2665009700299332255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=2665009700299332255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/2665009700299332255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/2665009700299332255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/06/pensar-cappella-neste-triste-mundo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-8364719559654869578</id><published>2011-04-03T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T05:02:32.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 minutos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca digam "5 minutos e estou aí!". Digam sempre 3. Pode parecer estúpido mas ao dizerem 5 minutos, toda a gente sabe o que são 5 minutos para uma mulher. 5 minutos são 10 minutos, 15 e em alguns casos 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se disserem 3 minutos, o cérebro delas não está preparado, começa a entrar em parafuso e vão despachar-se pelo simples facto de haver uma coisa diferente a clickar lá por dentro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-8364719559654869578?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/8364719559654869578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=8364719559654869578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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as palavras da boca mas meti-te uma coisa mais doce!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-3986017723041268009?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/3986017723041268009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=3986017723041268009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3986017723041268009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3986017723041268009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/04/roubos-tirei-te-as-palavras-da-boca-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-6498396436296279186</id><published>2011-04-03T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T04:59:26.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Truque Jedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, dizer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ele usou o truque jedi comigo!"&lt;/span&gt; não te livra de uma traição.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-6498396436296279186?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-3154286468262444801</id><published>2011-04-03T04:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T04:58:30.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anafada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, anafada não é uma gaja fofinha que te transforma num príncipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma gorda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-3154286468262444801?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/3154286468262444801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frases de loucas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tu és a razão pela qual eu tomo a pílula!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-869654416068926141?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/869654416068926141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=869654416068926141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/869654416068926141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/869654416068926141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/04/frases-de-loucas-tu-es-razao-pela-qual.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-7886749456566011399</id><published>2011-04-03T04:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T04:55:56.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agenda de um obeso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma agenda de um obeso não tem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 1&lt;br /&gt;Dia 2&lt;br /&gt;Dia 3&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma agenda de um obeso tem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adia 1&lt;br /&gt;Adia 2&lt;br /&gt;Adia 3&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-7886749456566011399?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/7886749456566011399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=7886749456566011399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7886749456566011399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7886749456566011399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/04/agenda-de-um-obeso-uma-agenda-de-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-7252198211043255977</id><published>2011-04-03T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T04:54:58.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Cátia Vanessa is single"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto meus amigos faz lembrar aqueles apitos/Chamariz que os caçadores de patos usam no meio da vegetação. Serve para os atrair e dar um tiro logo a seguir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-7252198211043255977?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/7252198211043255977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=7252198211043255977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7252198211043255977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7252198211043255977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/04/facebook-catia-vanessa-is-single-isto.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-2173888734355173856</id><published>2011-04-03T04:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T04:53:45.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Segundas intenções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os homens têm segundas intenções. Agora se a primeira intenção faz realmente parte da segunda isso é que é difícil de prever. Toda a gente sabe que um cinema ou um café para um homem tem segundas intenções, mas existe a possibilidade dele querer mesmo ver o filme e beber o café, o que se passa depois disso é que pode passar a segunda intenção...e geralmente passa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-2173888734355173856?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/2173888734355173856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=2173888734355173856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/2173888734355173856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/2173888734355173856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/04/segundas-intencoes-todos-os-homens-tem.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-218136467053357039</id><published>2011-04-03T04:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T04:51:29.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Quem nasceu em 2000 pode ser considerado bug do milénio?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-218136467053357039?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/218136467053357039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=218136467053357039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/218136467053357039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/218136467053357039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/04/bug-quem-nasceu-em-2000-pode-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-4953062680610051097</id><published>2011-02-25T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T08:30:22.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nomes e camas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se és daquelas pessoas que não consegue parar de falar na cama e corres o risco de trocar nomes, o melhor mesmo é arranjares amantes com nomes estranhos, para no caso de te enganares, o nome ser tão estúpido que até dá para rir de piada. Algo como Lizete ou Jacinto. Sim que ficam todos limitados ao stock existente...mas se é para trair não é preciso coisas fantástica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-4953062680610051097?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/4953062680610051097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=4953062680610051097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/4953062680610051097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/4953062680610051097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/02/nomes-e-camas-se-es-daquelas-pessoas.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-2146607619223618422</id><published>2011-02-25T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T08:28:51.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conversas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Quando chegares temos de conversar!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geralmente toda a gente sabe do que vão conversar menos tu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-2146607619223618422?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/2146607619223618422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=2146607619223618422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/2146607619223618422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/2146607619223618422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/02/conversas-quando-chegares-temos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-3941311339867448045</id><published>2011-02-25T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T08:24:55.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azar é enviar a mesma mensagem para duas gajas ao mesmo tempo, elas estarem juntas, lerem ao mesmo tempo e ao mesmo tempo rirem-se e mostrarem uma à outra o que o "amigo" enviou para ela e descobrirem que é do mesmo gajo. Isto sim, é azar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-3941311339867448045?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/3941311339867448045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=3941311339867448045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3941311339867448045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3941311339867448045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/02/azar-azar-e-enviar-mesma-mensagem-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-1382436768707087688</id><published>2011-02-25T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T08:23:15.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gajas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem gajas que na cama mais parecem intercom´s que os pais usam para vigiar os seus bebés:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"uu, ii, aa, gunigoogle, mutxi, nhi, nhe, umfff, nho..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-1382436768707087688?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/1382436768707087688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=1382436768707087688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/1382436768707087688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/1382436768707087688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/02/gajas-existem-gajas-que-na-cama-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-1483975384894334002</id><published>2011-02-25T08:18:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T08:27:12.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currículo de actor Wannabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem homens que as suas "relações sérias" parecem um currículo de um mau actor em Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num currículo de um mau actor é:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filme - Forrest Gump - Personagem - Velho no Parque&lt;br /&gt;Filme - Pulp Fiction - Personagem - Homem que passa aos 3, 25 minutos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relacionalmente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Matias - Homem na multidão&lt;br /&gt;Carla Jordão - Homem a desfilar&lt;br /&gt;Susana Mendes - Homem escondido na árvore&lt;br /&gt;Paula Trigo - Homem a espreitar para dentro do carro&lt;br /&gt;Luísa Gomes - Homem preso no jardim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-1483975384894334002?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/1483975384894334002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=1483975384894334002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/1483975384894334002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/1483975384894334002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/02/curriculo-de-actor-wannabe-existem.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-5380209874716026777</id><published>2011-02-25T08:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T08:18:27.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preparações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A melhor preparação para ser pai é ter uma namorada carente e ciumenta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-5380209874716026777?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/5380209874716026777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=5380209874716026777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/5380209874716026777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/5380209874716026777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/02/preparacoes-melhor-preparacao-para-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-6772455920601220287</id><published>2011-02-25T08:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T04:43:55.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 perguntas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As 10 perguntas que não se fazem no início de uma relação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Queres casar comigo?&lt;br /&gt;2 - Emprestas-me 100 euros?&lt;br /&gt;3 - Que achas de um ménage à trois com aquela miúda?&lt;br /&gt;4 - Cospes ou engoles?&lt;br /&gt;5 - Tens algum atrasadinho na família?&lt;br /&gt;6 - Foste violada em miúda?&lt;br /&gt;7 - Quantos gajos já te comeram?&lt;br /&gt;8 - Isto é para ser sério ou podemos ir saíndo com outras pessoas?&lt;br /&gt;9 - O que é que achas do tamanho da minha pila?&lt;br /&gt;10 -Já fizeste algum aborto?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-6772455920601220287?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/6772455920601220287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=6772455920601220287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/6772455920601220287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/6772455920601220287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/02/10-perguntas-as-10-perguntas-que-nao-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-3220238201129951296</id><published>2011-02-25T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T08:05:30.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O mundo onde tudo apita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo podia ser perfeito. O mundo para ser perfeito, tudo devia apitar. Chaves, telemóveis, canetas, lingerie, brincos, relógios, comandos de tv, tudo devia apitar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-3220238201129951296?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/3220238201129951296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=3220238201129951296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3220238201129951296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3220238201129951296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-mundo-onde-tudo-apita-o-mundo-podia.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-4705694090046790004</id><published>2011-02-25T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T08:03:46.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se passarem um mes separados um do outro e ela apenas perguntar uma vez, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"então portaste-te bem enquanto estive fora?"&lt;/span&gt; e não te incomodar mais com isso, ela fez porcaria quando esteve fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mulheres esmiúçam-te até tropeçares. Se ela não fez nada ela vai forçar-te a dizer algo. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Julgas que eu sou parva? Um mês...de certeza que goste ter com as tuas amiguinhas do face! Diz lá...não me mintas..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, se ela apenas te perguntar uma vez e calar-se com isso...tu foste encornado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-4705694090046790004?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/4705694090046790004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=4705694090046790004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/4705694090046790004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/4705694090046790004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/02/meses-se-passarem-um-mes-separados-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-659878000379477136</id><published>2011-01-23T09:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T09:33:05.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amigo da queca cerebral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amigo da queca cerebral é aquele com quem tu nunca vais ter conversas sérias. É aquela pessoa com quem tu falas de toda a porcaria que não interessa e sentes-te bem com isso. Não há intenção em ser inteligente nem de encantar com temas diferentes. É aquele amigo que chega, falam sobre coisas sem interesse e vai embora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-659878000379477136?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/659878000379477136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=659878000379477136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/659878000379477136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/659878000379477136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/01/amigo-da-queca-cerebral-o-amigo-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-2448485899341299082</id><published>2011-01-23T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T09:28:03.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soluções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saíste de um bar e estás com o teu melhor amigo numa rua escura e duvidosa e aproximam-se 5 gajos com ar de que te vão assaltar? Não te preocupes...finge um assalto para evitar assalto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eles te forem para assaltar vão reparar que já estás a ser assaltado e seguem caminho. Ninguém vai assaltar por cima de um assalto...não faz sentido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-2448485899341299082?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/2448485899341299082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=2448485899341299082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/2448485899341299082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/2448485899341299082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/01/solucoes-saiste-de-um-bar-e-estas-com-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-5668243448188179057</id><published>2011-01-23T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T09:24:50.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A noiva não aparece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grande parte das vezes a noiva não aparece no casamento, porque 6 meses antes comprou o vestido de noiva 2 número abaixo, para a obrigar a perder peso para o casamento...e não perdeu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-5668243448188179057?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/5668243448188179057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=5668243448188179057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/5668243448188179057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/5668243448188179057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/01/noiva-nao-aparece-grande-parte-das.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-5615258230886312871</id><published>2011-01-23T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T09:17:52.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perceber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas pessoas não percebem como é que relações acabam do nada, como é que o sexo é mau, como é que do nada as coisas realmente são más ou acabam sem explicação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É fácil descobrir e perceber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peçam para a pessoa em causa levantar a tshirt e debaixo do umbigo vão encontrar em letrinhas tamanho 8 cláusulas que nunca ninguém lê e depois acontecem essas coisas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-5615258230886312871?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/5615258230886312871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=5615258230886312871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/5615258230886312871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/5615258230886312871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/01/perceber-muitas-pessoas-nao-percebem.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-8588525334226029688</id><published>2011-01-23T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T09:13:58.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Placebos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro apareceram os comprimidos placebo. Demoraram algum tempo a perceber como funcionavam e ainda hoje resulta para algumas pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois apareceram as pulseiras placebo. Ficavam com mais equilíbrio, dormiam melhor, conseguiam levantar mais peso no ginásio. Não demorou muito tempo a perceber como  não funcionavam e hoje a dificuldade passa por explicar como é que pessoas tão inteligentes foram enganadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por fim...as relações placebo. As relações placebo, são aquelas relações que não são relações e servem simplesmente para criar uma bela sensação de bem estar nas pessoas que ainda acreditam nelas. Não há amor, não há loucura, há apenas um ajuntamento de duas pessoas onde uma sabe bem o que é aquilo e a outra usa-a para ter uma felicidade placebo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-8588525334226029688?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/8588525334226029688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=8588525334226029688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/8588525334226029688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/8588525334226029688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/01/placebos-primeiro-apareceram-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-8543849911250135262</id><published>2011-01-23T09:06:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T09:18:53.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O Verdadeiro sonho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"...e ele apareceu no seu cavalo branco com os papéis de divórcio assinados na mão e disse. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"E agora? Já queres casar comigo?"&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E ela deixou de ser amante e foi feliz até ter sido trocada por outra.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-8543849911250135262?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/8543849911250135262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=8543849911250135262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/8543849911250135262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/8543849911250135262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-verdadeiro-sonho.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-7686891006549417798</id><published>2011-01-23T09:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T09:06:48.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facebook e Problemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me onde foste tagado, dir-te-ei quem és!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-7686891006549417798?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/7686891006549417798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=7686891006549417798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7686891006549417798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7686891006549417798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/01/facebook-e-problemas-diz-me-onde-foste.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-7898506781142835386</id><published>2011-01-16T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T05:59:18.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desafios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegar perto de alguém(Relacionável) e perguntar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Achas que hoje podemos fazer sexo anal?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...é como tirar uma toalha de uma mesa com a loiça lá em cima&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sem estragar nada.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-7898506781142835386?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/7898506781142835386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=7898506781142835386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7898506781142835386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7898506781142835386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/01/desafios-chegar-perto-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-7210073237608702393</id><published>2011-01-16T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T05:52:01.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Razões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cresci a ouvir a frase &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"O Material tem sempre razão!"&lt;/span&gt;. E é verdade. As coisas encaixam sempre no sitio onde é suposto encaixar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transportando isto para a parte relacional, podemos concluir que as coisas foram realmente muito bem feitas. O material tem sempre razão e as coisas encaixam sempre onde é suposto encaixar. Sim que por vezes temos de dar uns jeitinhos e outras vezes temos de forçar um bocado, mas mal ou bem...o material tem sempre razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por estas razões e mais algumas, gostava que alguém me conseguisse explicar o que é o lesbianismo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-7210073237608702393?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/7210073237608702393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=7210073237608702393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7210073237608702393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7210073237608702393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/01/razoes-cresci-ouvir-frase-o-material.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-8554363186459088145</id><published>2011-01-16T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T05:47:29.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Encontros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deve ser mau encontrar o pai numa casa de putas ou mesmo a tua mãe, irmã, prima, cunhada, namorada numa rua duvidosa a uma sexta-feira com os ombros na janela de um carro. Mas péssimo é tu estares dentro dessa casa de putas ou estares nessa rua duvidosa à procura de alguma coisa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-8554363186459088145?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/8554363186459088145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=8554363186459088145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/8554363186459088145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/8554363186459088145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/01/encontros-deve-ser-mau-encontrar-o-pai.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-3621257284905000621</id><published>2011-01-16T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T05:44:51.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Métodos Anti-Sexo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Tampão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se queres ir devagar e não confias em ti mesma, antes de ires ter com essa pessoa coloca um tampão. Até te podes esquecer que ele lá está mas na hora H, quando ele começar a recuar e a inventar desculpas de que tem de ir embora...vais relembrar e ficar contente porque as coisas não aconteceram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviamente se não aguentares mesmo (Já que isto não é tipo uma coisa que se dá a alguém e dizemos "Diga o que eu disser não me dás isto!"), podes sempre dizer que é o último dia e fazer na mesma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-3621257284905000621?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/3621257284905000621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=3621257284905000621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3621257284905000621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3621257284905000621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/01/metodos-anti-sexo-o-tampao.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-3513279731343698893</id><published>2011-01-16T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T05:41:07.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caras (Perguntas e Respostas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Onde está o Carlos?"&lt;br /&gt;- Sei lá...tenho cara de GPS?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-3513279731343698893?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/3513279731343698893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=3513279731343698893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3513279731343698893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3513279731343698893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/01/caras-perguntas-e-respostas-onde-esta-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-3193253078758878320</id><published>2011-01-16T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T05:38:25.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O M&amp;amp;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos nós temos a amiga m&amp;amp;m. A amiga m&amp;amp;m é aquela amiga que é incrivelmente docinha e reconhecida por todos mas por fora parece um m&amp;amp;m. Usa roupa colorida, geralmente verdes e amarelos e é tão redondinha que só falta ter o m na barriga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-3193253078758878320?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/3193253078758878320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=3193253078758878320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3193253078758878320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3193253078758878320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-m-todos-nos-temos-amiga-m-amiga-m-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-7263046294533894037</id><published>2011-01-16T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T05:36:49.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buzina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fizeram um estudo nos Estados Unidos e todos os homens que apitam em excesso no trânsito possuem pilas consideravelmente mais pequenas do que aqueles que não apitam. Chegou-se à conclusão que os homens que apitam sentem uma necessidade extrema de controlar o meio, então apitam para se sentirem bem, já que não o podem fazer na cama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-7263046294533894037?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/7263046294533894037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=7263046294533894037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7263046294533894037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7263046294533894037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/01/buzina-fizeram-um-estudo-nos-estados.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-566596124168782762</id><published>2011-01-01T06:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T09:09:38.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuco Crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A namorada Cuco Crazy é aquela que fica com o teu telemóvel quando tu estás em coma, para te apanhar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-566596124168782762?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/566596124168782762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=566596124168782762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/566596124168782762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/566596124168782762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/01/cuco-crazy-namorada-cuco-crazy-e-aquela.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-7252261112669918151</id><published>2011-01-01T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T03:25:54.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jogar com Cheats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a minha geração consegue lembrar-se do célebre Poptrain. O que é o Poptrain? Se fizeste esta pergunta, não és da minha geração, mas eu vou explicar. O Poptrain era um cheat do fantástico jogo Prince Of Persia, o primeiro de todos, o mais fantástico. Com o Poptrain era-nos permitido começar em qualquer nível, dos 12 níveis incrivelmente complicados do Prince of Persia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje em dia toda a gente joga com cheats. Todos os níveis relacionais são incrivelmente complicados, talvez mais do que o Prince of Persia. Elas complicam as coisas, eles disfarçam que não são complicados mas fazem o mesmo ou pior que elas, então a melhor solução para resolver estes problemas é jogar com cheats e saltar níveis. Ver o que se passa no nível 10 mesmo sem saber o que se passou no nível 7. E toda a gente sabe que para passar o Big boss do 10 é preciso saber o truque que se encontra no nível 7. Como andamos em níveis onde não devíamos andar...começa-se a criar uma espécie de fibrose relacional. Ou seja...se uma pessoa estica mais do que devia...aquilo rasga e é preciso uns tempos a fazer tratamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não digo que não pode ser saudável utilizar o Poptrain de vez enquando e andar a ver o que se passa nos outros níveis, mas tenham todos a humildade de começar do 1 e ir passando níveis um a um, para não chegarmos ao 10 e perceber que no 7 está a solução e no 8 o vídeo da nossa gaja vestida de colegial e perdemos isso por querer ir depressa demais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-7252261112669918151?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/7252261112669918151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=7252261112669918151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7252261112669918151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7252261112669918151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/01/jogar-com-cheats-toda-minha-geracao.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-7274234082352283472</id><published>2011-01-01T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T06:43:50.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sexo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se com a sua mulher as coisas não resultam e com a vizinha do lado sim, o mais sensato é procurar um bom dietista e comprar umas consultas para a sua mulher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-7274234082352283472?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/7274234082352283472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=7274234082352283472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7274234082352283472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7274234082352283472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/01/sexo-se-com-sua-mulher-as-coisas-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-3855757034910852608</id><published>2011-01-01T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T06:42:19.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós na realidade não somos uma pessoa somos 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- A pessoa que pensamos ser.&lt;br /&gt;2- A pessoa que toda a gente pensa que somos.&lt;br /&gt;3- A que somos na realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O truque é conseguir aproximar as 3 pessoas o mais perto possível, para ninguém estranhar, principalmente nós próprios. Porque quando pensamos que somos o Super-Homem, o resto pensa que somos o anão Zangado e na verdade somos uma minhoquinha presa na areia...existem demasiados problemas para resolver dentro de nós.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-3855757034910852608?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/3855757034910852608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=3855757034910852608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3855757034910852608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3855757034910852608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/01/3-pessoas-nos-na-realidade-nao-somos.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-7930218467343130421</id><published>2011-01-01T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T06:39:18.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ricos e Pobres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa família de ricos se a menina tosse, correm para o hospital e podem ser todas as doenças e mais algumas. Os pobres podem cuspir sangue e deitar-se no chão com as mãos em forma de garra e a falar uma língua estranha que toda a gente continua a ver a Casa dos Segredos e a dizer que não é nada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-7930218467343130421?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/7930218467343130421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=7930218467343130421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7930218467343130421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7930218467343130421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/01/ricos-e-pobres-numa-familia-de-ricos-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-3259222870472108574</id><published>2011-01-01T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T06:37:01.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Metro de Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o gajo que toda acordeão no metro de Lisboa tem namorada, há esperança para todos. Não tem definitivamente a ver com dinheiro, estatuto, ego ou amor próprio. Tem a ver com amor. Se uma mulher aceita que o emprego do seu homem seja tocar acordeão no metro de Lisboa...o amor supera demasiadas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que pode dizer ele? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ah hoje estou no metro de Lisboa mas um dia não muito distante vou tocar no Pavilhão atlântico!"&lt;/span&gt;. Por amor de Deus...ele toca acordeão...nem que fosse o novo Cristiano Ronaldo dos acordeões...do metro não passa, e ela está com ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haja esperança para todos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-3259222870472108574?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/3259222870472108574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=3259222870472108574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3259222870472108574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3259222870472108574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2011/01/metro-de-lisboa-se-o-gajo-que-toda.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-7419769072564048122</id><published>2010-12-24T12:36:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T12:45:11.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Masturbação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que uma mulher a masturbar-se vende...e um homem a masturbar-se não vende?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro porque a ciência para um homem atingir um orgasmo é conhecida por todas as criaturas deste mundo. Ver uma mulher a masturbar-se quase que dá para usar como aula de sexualidade. Pegamos num bloco e tiramos apontamentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo porque um homem faz caras estranhas demais para ser permitido filmar e colocar num vídeo. Uma gaja só precisa de suspirar e morder o lábio que está pronto para editar e colocar no filme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terceiro porque um homem suja tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarto porque um homem a masturbar-se é como ver um homem a jogar Guitar Hero. Os mesmos gestos, as mesmas expressões e a mesma posição corporal. Uma mulher até no Mcdonalds com um hamburguer numa mão consegue ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinto e último ponto, ver uma mulher a atingir um orgasmo pode ser um unicórnio para muitos e muita gente chega perto para ver. No caso de um homem...toda a gente já viu isso pelo menos uma vez na vida. E se não viu sabe o protocolo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-7419769072564048122?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/7419769072564048122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=7419769072564048122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7419769072564048122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7419769072564048122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2010/12/masturbacao-porque-e-que-uma-mulher.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-831799901602503005</id><published>2010-12-24T12:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T12:36:55.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Separações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem dois tipos de homens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os que falam e os que fazem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os que falam não fazem, os que fazem não falam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-831799901602503005?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/831799901602503005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=831799901602503005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/831799901602503005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/831799901602503005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2010/12/separacoes-existem-dois-tipos-de-homens.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-1352492700970595851</id><published>2010-12-24T12:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T12:35:51.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fim de Relação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Fim de uma relação devia ser como uma saída no metro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distraída, ela olha e diz. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"É aqui que eu saio...vá vá vá até amanhã, xau, depois falamos!!"&lt;/span&gt; e ouvia-se o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"PI PI PI"&lt;/span&gt; e as portas fechavam-se, o metro andava e nunca mais parava.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-1352492700970595851?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/1352492700970595851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=1352492700970595851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/1352492700970595851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/1352492700970595851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2010/12/fim-de-relacao-o-fim-de-uma-relacao.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-4252499380649588577</id><published>2010-12-24T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T12:34:17.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Factos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem faz muito pelos outros tem sempre coisas para fazer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-4252499380649588577?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/4252499380649588577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=4252499380649588577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/4252499380649588577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/4252499380649588577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2010/12/factos-quem-faz-muito-pelos-outros-tem.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-3864024812166644135</id><published>2010-12-24T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T12:33:34.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Competição Interina Relacional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A CIR, Competição Interina Relacional foi inventada por dois ciumentos teimosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é a CIR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A CIR é uma pequena competição relacional. Ninguém fala dela mas toda a gente a pratica. Se um namorado decidir sair com os amigos e chegar por volta das 4 da manhã, na semana a seguir a namorada vai sair com as amigas e vai chegar às 5 da manhã. Pode ter de ficar 2 horas no frio dentro do carro, mas vai chegar às 5 da manhã. Se uma discussão for iniciada devido a uma gaja, a discussão a seguir vai ser devido a um gajo. Se existir um amuo feminino de 3 horas, vai existir um amuo masculino de 4 horas, seguido de um feminino de 5 horas, seguido de um masculino de 6 horas, até 1 semana, quando ambos decidem que deu empate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basicamente a CIR é uma competição que pode dar em Modalidade Paraolímpica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-3864024812166644135?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/3864024812166644135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=3864024812166644135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3864024812166644135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3864024812166644135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2010/12/competicao-interina-relacional-cir.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-9189539200881842613</id><published>2010-12-24T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T12:21:22.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dia do juízo final&lt;/span&gt; (2012)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegar o dia do juízo final, alguém que fique para o fim, e quando chegar a vez dele que diga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Um, dois, três (Zé), Salva todos!"&lt;/span&gt;. Assim ele fica a amochar mais uma vez...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-9189539200881842613?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/9189539200881842613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=9189539200881842613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/9189539200881842613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/9189539200881842613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2010/12/dia-do-juizo-final-2012-quando-chegar-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-653329485542054575</id><published>2010-12-24T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T12:19:27.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Homens e mobílias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homens, ao mobilar uma casa, lembrem-se que o sofá tem de obrigatoriamente ser muito bom, topo de gama, a peça mais cara da casa. Porque vão dormir lá muitas vezes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-653329485542054575?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/653329485542054575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=653329485542054575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/653329485542054575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/653329485542054575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2010/12/homens-e-mobilias-homens-ao-mobilar-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-6315404967807705117</id><published>2010-12-24T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T12:18:18.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapéu de Chuva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O Chapéu de Chuva é como o tampão...só para elas.&lt;br /&gt;Nós é um barrete para proteger a cabeça ou então andar com a cabeça à chuva.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-6315404967807705117?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/6315404967807705117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=6315404967807705117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/6315404967807705117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/6315404967807705117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapeu-de-chuva-o-chapeu-de-chuva-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-8070450044179349985</id><published>2010-12-24T12:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T12:17:05.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avisos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres, se vão gastar 500 euros numa prenda para nós, não digam que não querem nada. Isto porque o mais certo é não receberem nada e vai dar merda!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-8070450044179349985?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/8070450044179349985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=8070450044179349985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/8070450044179349985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/8070450044179349985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2010/12/avisos-mulheres-se-vao-gastar-500-euros.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-7039146973059915022</id><published>2010-12-19T05:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T05:54:29.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não! Ver Porno a 3d não conta como experiência sexual!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-7039146973059915022?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/7039146973059915022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=7039146973059915022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7039146973059915022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7039146973059915022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2010/12/porno-nao-ver-porno-3d-nao-conta-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-5694693690535991761</id><published>2010-12-18T12:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T12:54:27.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Foi a voz que mandou ir para a cama com ela!"&lt;/span&gt; não é argumento numa discussão!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-5694693690535991761?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/5694693690535991761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=5694693690535991761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/5694693690535991761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/5694693690535991761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2010/12/voz-nao-foi-voz-que-mandou-ir-para-cama_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-260066037377237281</id><published>2010-12-18T10:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T10:46:25.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amigo secreto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não! Não se pode usar o argumento &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mas eu disse que tinha um amigo secreto!&lt;/span&gt;" quando descobrem que tem um amante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-260066037377237281?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/260066037377237281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=260066037377237281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/260066037377237281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/260066037377237281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2010/12/amigo-secreto-nao-nao-se-pode-usar-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-7519581196706439697</id><published>2010-12-18T06:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T06:53:44.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não! Não se pode chamar amostras grátis à ejaculação precoce!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-7519581196706439697?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/7519581196706439697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=7519581196706439697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7519581196706439697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7519581196706439697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2010/12/nao-nao-nao-se-pode-chamar-amostras.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-3119704092874461457</id><published>2010-12-14T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T07:10:27.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carpe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpe Diem.&lt;br /&gt;Carpe Noctum.&lt;br /&gt;Carpe Vaginum!&lt;br /&gt;Carpe Pilum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O importante é Carpe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-3119704092874461457?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/3119704092874461457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=3119704092874461457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3119704092874461457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/3119704092874461457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2010/12/carpe-carpe-diem.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-7548156548672577075</id><published>2010-12-14T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T07:03:42.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vídeos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda muito na moda aquele vídeo da miudínha  francesa que odeia rapazes. Odeia e simplesmente odeia porque odeia, porque são todos estúpidos. Para as "miudínhas" crescidínhas que andam por aí a meter "Gosto" no Facebook e a dizer "Assim é que devia ser!" e "Lesbianismo Power!" eu tenho uma coisa simples para dizer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homens, primeiro estranha-se, depois entranha-se...literalmente!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-7548156548672577075?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/7548156548672577075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=7548156548672577075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7548156548672577075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/7548156548672577075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2010/12/v%C3%ADdeos-anda-muito-na-moda-aquele-v%C3%ADdeo.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-5718187025235343275</id><published>2010-12-13T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T06:58:39.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Açucar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De todas as coisas que podem faltar a um país...o açucar é aquele que pode faltar em Portugal. Se há população docinha, é a nossa. Um Português se enfiar o dedo mindinho dentro de um café sem açucar, o café fica doce. O Português não amarga, o Português sofre realmente muitas alterações durante a sua vida mas nunca perde a sua parte docinha. Somos doces para quem nos lixa, somos doces para quem nos goza, somos doces para quem nos esfaqueia, somos doces para quem nos vai à carteira, somos doces para toda a gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos açucar para dar e vender, uma crise de açucar pode afectar muita gente, a nós...duvido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-5718187025235343275?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/5718187025235343275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=5718187025235343275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/5718187025235343275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/5718187025235343275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2010/12/acucar-de-todas-as-coisas-que-podem.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101349.post-2230885881374431410</id><published>2010-12-11T06:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T06:42:17.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem duas coisas que todos os Brasileiros que estão em Portugal tem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Orkut e Cadastro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;O Ser adormecido&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6101349-2230885881374431410?l=o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/feeds/2230885881374431410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6101349&amp;postID=2230885881374431410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/2230885881374431410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6101349/posts/default/2230885881374431410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-adormecido.blogspot.com/2010/12/facto-existem-duas-coisas-que-todos-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Dinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02144918769675544920</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
