<?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-7674770</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:27:44.924+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Asno</title><subtitle type='html'>Todos têm direito á opinião mas se a sua é diferente da nossa... lembre-se que está errado!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-112218399318800906</id><published>2005-07-24T05:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T15:36:43.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fracassos</title><content type='html'>Comprei á uma semana um papagaio africano, daqueles que falam uma data de coisas, sabem? Ele dizia umas cenas, mas nao dizia "Tenho fome" por isso morreu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tambem adquiri uma bonsai artificial que acabou por morrer. Suspeito que foi por não ter fingido dar-lhe água.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comprei uma boneca insuflavel que me deixou. Ela não apreciava a forma como eu olhava para os modelos mais recentes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-112218399318800906?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/112218399318800906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/112218399318800906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2005/07/fracassos.html' title='Fracassos'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-112217986784856901</id><published>2005-07-24T05:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T05:37:47.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh la la!</title><content type='html'>Vi um documentário na TV a falar dos efeitos negativos que a pirataria e os peer-to-peer têm nas empresas discográficas, nomeadamente, as francesas, e estima-se que a musica francesa a nivel profissional acabe por causa desse flagelo no espaço de 10 anos... Achei que o programa teve um elevado grau didáctico, pois fez-me ver que nem todos os aspectos pirataria são realmente maus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-112217986784856901?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/112217986784856901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/112217986784856901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-la-la.html' title='Oh la la!'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-112217943007532768</id><published>2005-07-24T05:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T05:39:56.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Resmas de carcanhol</title><content type='html'>Agora com a febre dos Euro-Milhões, é usual as pessoas inquirirem-me sobre o que faria com tão avultada quantia monetária... É sempre dificil de chegar a um ideia com pés e cabeça. Sei que nunca mais precisava de comprar papel higiénico.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-112217943007532768?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/112217943007532768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/112217943007532768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2005/07/resmas-de-carcanhol.html' title='Resmas de carcanhol'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-111642499009669944</id><published>2005-05-18T15:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T15:05:20.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Animo Luis!</title><content type='html'>Como sabem, ocorreu uma nova tragedia no futebol português este domingo quando um carro onde seguiam 5 jogadores de futebol se despistou na A4 junto a Valongo. Entre os vários jogadores, encontravam-se José Bosingwa (jogador do FCP) e Sandro Luís (jogador do Minhocas FC) que, infelizmente, foi vitima de uma amputação de um membro inferior... No entanto, gostaria de desdramatizar a notícia ao dizer que o fisioterapeuta do Mantorras já está a tratar do assunto e espera-se que o atleta regresse aos relvados no espaço de 2 semanas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-111642499009669944?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/111642499009669944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/111642499009669944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2005/05/animo-luis.html' title='Animo Luis!'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-111495112888846393</id><published>2005-05-01T13:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T13:38:48.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lar, doce lar</title><content type='html'>Ando á procura de casa própria, mas como as coisas vão, não esta nada facíl. Descobri que os meus pais desenvolveram imunidade ao Ratax...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-111495112888846393?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/111495112888846393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/111495112888846393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2005/05/lar-doce-lar.html' title='Lar, doce lar'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-111376391914506478</id><published>2005-04-17T19:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T19:51:59.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crise no futebol Português</title><content type='html'>Ontem á noite o Benfica empatou com o União de Leiria a uma bola... É mais um caso de jogadores motivados que assola o futebol nacional. A liga de clubes já aprovou o sistema de Controlo Anti-Motivação, a ser posto em práctica nas proximas jornadas, de modo a evitar os crescentes casos de motivação que tem vindo a escandalizar todo o panorâma futebolistico português.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-111376391914506478?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/111376391914506478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/111376391914506478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2005/04/crise-no-futebol-portugus_17.html' title='Crise no futebol Português'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-111341438764183196</id><published>2005-04-13T18:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T23:00:10.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem tem telhados de vidro...</title><content type='html'>João Catarré (o carismatíco "Pipo" da novela "Morangos com Açucar") proferiu umas quantas palavras de ataque a algumas figuras da televisão portuguesa, em entrevista a uma revista de qual não me lembro o nome, e que foi posteriormente citada no jornal "Tal &amp; Qual". Numa das suas farpas, referiu: "Há muita gente a aparecer na televisão em Portugal sem fazer um cú".&lt;br /&gt;Ora, fiquei bastante surpreso pelo Pipo ter apontado isso... Até porque ele agora anda algo ocupado para mediatismos. As obras no Bairro Alto entram agora numa fase mais acelarada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto, a Ana Afonso já ripostou. Em sua defesa disse: "Pá, eu posso não fazer um cú... Mas pelo menos lá vou fazendo uns biquitos..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-111341438764183196?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/111341438764183196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/111341438764183196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2005/04/quem-tem-telhados-de-vidro_13.html' title='Quem tem telhados de vidro...'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-111282144181230673</id><published>2005-04-06T22:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T22:06:27.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Homem feito</title><content type='html'>Tenho estado a pensar em quais são as vantagens de fazer 18 anos e cheguei á conclusão que tirando o facto de agora ver pornografia sem ninguem me chatear não acrescentou grande coisa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-111282144181230673?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/111282144181230673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/111282144181230673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2005/04/homem-feito.html' title='Homem feito'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-111188158789113465</id><published>2005-03-26T23:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-26T23:59:47.890Z</updated><title type='text'>Quinta das Banalidades</title><content type='html'>Não percebo porque é que as pessoas dizem que não há figuras importantes na nova edição da "Quinta das Celebridades"... Eu acho que já vi aquele cão em qualquer lado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-111188158789113465?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/111188158789113465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/111188158789113465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2005/03/quinta-das-banalidades.html' title='Quinta das Banalidades'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-111074937895683971</id><published>2005-03-13T21:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-13T21:32:48.246Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma questão de respeito...</title><content type='html'>Faz hoje exactamente um mês que faleceu a Irmã Lucia. Para assinalar a data, decidi limitar as minhas masturbações diárias para apenas cinco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-111074937895683971?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/111074937895683971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/111074937895683971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2005/03/uma-questo-de-respeito.html' title='Uma questão de respeito...'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-110824124791510996</id><published>2005-02-12T20:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-13T04:02:45.433Z</updated><title type='text'>Rei posto, rei morto</title><content type='html'>Amanhã são conhecidos os resultados das primeiras eleições democráticas do Iraque. Entretanto, o funeral do proximo primeiro-minístro iraquiano foi marcado para esta segunda-feira pela manhã.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-110824124791510996?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/110824124791510996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/110824124791510996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2005/02/rei-posto-rei-morto.html' title='Rei posto, rei morto'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-110824037514673762</id><published>2005-02-12T20:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2005-02-13T04:01:59.146Z</updated><title type='text'>Ouro ao bandido</title><content type='html'>Diego Maradona admitiu, esta semana, que irá ingressar numa clínica de reabilitação destinada a toxicodependetes na Colombia, num futuro proximo. Não percebo... Isso não é como meter o Carlos Cruz num jardim escola?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-110824037514673762?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/110824037514673762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/110824037514673762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2005/02/ouro-ao-bandido_12.html' title='Ouro ao bandido'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-110693906381427773</id><published>2005-01-28T18:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-23T01:10:04.126Z</updated><title type='text'>Heranças do Nazismo</title><content type='html'>Hoje pensei numa questão realmente interessante e pertinente. Será que a expressão "falar para os seus botões" significa na realidade "falar para os judeus"?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-110693906381427773?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/110693906381427773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/110693906381427773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2005/01/heranas-do-nazismo.html' title='Heranças do Nazismo'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-110678108916496685</id><published>2005-01-26T23:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-26T23:12:35.956Z</updated><title type='text'>"Prontos, o grupo de trabalho..."</title><content type='html'>Sou só eu que me parto a rir quando ouço gajos com Q.I. de 40 a falar em "grupo de trabalho"?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-110678108916496685?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/110678108916496685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/110678108916496685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2005/01/prontos-o-grupo-de-trabalho.html' title='&quot;Prontos, o grupo de trabalho...&quot;'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-110678005647984652</id><published>2005-01-26T22:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-23T01:16:38.146Z</updated><title type='text'>Olhó puto!</title><content type='html'>Fiquei admirado com os elogios por parte dos comentadores da RTP ao jovem jogador do Sporting, João Moutinho. Mas tenho que dar o braço a torcer... Com uma combinação de muito esforço e trabalho acredito que possa vir a singrar nos Distritais ao serviço dos Amigos de Vila Gateira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-110678005647984652?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/110678005647984652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/110678005647984652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2005/01/olh-puto.html' title='Olhó puto!'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-110675067059887126</id><published>2005-01-26T14:35:00.003Z</published><updated>2005-01-26T23:06:52.200Z</updated><title type='text'>In Memoriam</title><content type='html'>Volvido um ano da morte de Fehér gostaria de lhe prestar uma devida homenagem e relembrar-vos tudo o que fez de bom pelo Benfica e tudo o que conseguiu ao serviço do clube:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado Fehér!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-110675067059887126?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/110675067059887126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/110675067059887126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2005/01/in-memoriam.html' title='In Memoriam'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-110556426696590374</id><published>2005-01-12T21:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-12T21:25:07.853Z</updated><title type='text'>Outros tempos</title><content type='html'>Segundo o Instituto Radiologico Britânico crianças com menos de 8 anos não devem usar telemóveis sob pena de causar problemas graves no seu desenvolvimento cereberal. Noutras noticias, a heroína pode afectar crianças com menos de 5 anos de idade e bebés com menos de 2 anos devem evitar ter relações sexuais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-110556426696590374?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/110556426696590374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/110556426696590374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2005/01/outros-tempos.html' title='Outros tempos'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-110531284473960848</id><published>2005-01-09T23:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-09T23:28:22.753Z</updated><title type='text'>As pequenas diferenças</title><content type='html'>À dias pareceu-me ter visto a Betty Grafstein na rua, mas depois fui ver mais perto e era apenas um saco de plástico... Confunde-se, pronto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-110531284473960848?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/110531284473960848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/110531284473960848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2005/01/as-pequenas-diferenas.html' title='As pequenas diferenças'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-110514113107138807</id><published>2005-01-07T23:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-07T23:38:51.073Z</updated><title type='text'>Venha o Diabo e escolha</title><content type='html'>Há coisas estranhas. A RTP fez historia ao conseguir com que a "Opereção Renascer" fosse ainda mais triste do que a propria catastrofe da Ásia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-110514113107138807?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/110514113107138807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/110514113107138807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2005/01/venha-o-diabo-e-escolha.html' title='Venha o Diabo e escolha'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-110494615848957941</id><published>2005-01-05T17:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-05T17:29:18.490Z</updated><title type='text'>Incorrecto...</title><content type='html'>Parece que afinal nem tudo é mau nas consequências do sismo na Ásia. Afinal de contas, morreram 1000 alemães. Nada mau...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-110494615848957941?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/110494615848957941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/110494615848957941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2005/01/incorrecto.html' title='Incorrecto...'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-110452406672283774</id><published>2004-12-31T19:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-26T23:04:26.046Z</updated><title type='text'>Teoria "Lili Caneçiana"</title><content type='html'>Sei do fonte segura que o ano 2004 vai acabar quando o ano 2005 começar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-110452406672283774?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/110452406672283774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/110452406672283774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/12/teoria-lili-caneiana.html' title='Teoria &quot;Lili Caneçiana&quot;'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-110400043063455580</id><published>2004-12-25T18:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-25T18:52:46.906Z</updated><title type='text'>Natal: O fim das tradições...</title><content type='html'>Começo a dar razão ás pessoas que dizem que as tradições natalícias estão a desvanecer com o passar dos anos. Afinal, que é feito do "Sozinho em Casa" no dia de Natal, na SIC, precisamente ás 14:00?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-110400043063455580?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/110400043063455580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/110400043063455580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/12/natal-o-fim-das-tradies.html' title='Natal: O fim das tradições...'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-110359225385412596</id><published>2004-12-21T11:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-21T01:28:31.996Z</updated><title type='text'>O Natal da choça</title><content type='html'>Fiquei bastante surpreso quando ao ligar a minha TV, estava a dar um programa semelhante ao Natal dos Hospitais, mas desta vez é o Natal das Prisões... A RTP foi bastante simpática e distribuiu alguns presentes que certamente irão agradar aos reclusos... Fornecimento vitalício de embalagens de creme Nivea e de sabonete liquido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-110359225385412596?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/110359225385412596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/110359225385412596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/12/o-natal-da-choa.html' title='O Natal da choça'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-110210807668963839</id><published>2004-12-03T21:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-05T14:04:36.106Z</updated><title type='text'>Coisas destas só nos EUA...</title><content type='html'>Nos Estados Unidos, uma professora foi presa por manter relações sexuais com um aluno seu, de apenas 14 anos, pelo menos 3 vezes. A professora tambem foi ex-modelo de calêndarios á uns anos atrás. Enfim, dá Deus nozes a quem não tem esperm... errr, dentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo que me deixa tambem intrigado é o alegado uso de brinquedos sexuais na pratica do acto. Será que quando a professora se referiu a brinquedos sexuais, não estaria a falar de um Action-Man?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-110210807668963839?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/110210807668963839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/110210807668963839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/12/coisas-destas-s-nos-eua.html' title='Coisas destas só nos EUA...'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-110186108028198868</id><published>2004-12-01T01:28:00.001Z</published><updated>2004-12-01T02:31:11.610Z</updated><title type='text'>O inicio do fim</title><content type='html'>E pensar que um governo inteiro caíu por causa de um simples DVD e de uma janela...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-110186108028198868?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/110186108028198868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/110186108028198868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/12/o-inicio-do-fim.html' title='O inicio do fim'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-110130830195077115</id><published>2004-11-24T14:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-24T14:58:21.950Z</updated><title type='text'>Prendas Globetrotter</title><content type='html'>Está a chegar o Natal e quem é que nunca recebeu daquelas prendas que detestaram mas que mesmo assim têm que por um lindo sorriso amarelo e agradecer?! Pois bem, decidi fazer uma experiencia...&lt;br /&gt;O que eu proponho e o seguinte: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Comprem uma daquelas prendas que nao gostavam de receber a alguem. Eu usei Mon Cherie (como alternativa têm o novo album dos Delfins ou um belo saco de excrementos)&lt;br /&gt;2- Assinem ou rotulem o "presente" com uma caneta de feltro&lt;br /&gt;3- Ofereçam a alguem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que se verifica passado umas semanas e que vocês acabam por receber esse vosso presente com a vossa assinatura de volta, de outra pessoa qualquer. Isto porque essa prenda que ofereceram é "despachada" por quem a recebeu para outra pessoa qualquer. Passado umas semanas (depois de ter passado pelas mãos de todas as pessoas de cidade) ela, eventualmente, voltará as vossas mãos completando assim o seu ciclo de vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-110130830195077115?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/110130830195077115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/110130830195077115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/11/prendas-globetrotter.html' title='Prendas Globetrotter'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109986876571317362</id><published>2004-11-07T23:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-07T23:06:05.713Z</updated><title type='text'>O 1º Post racista d' "O Asno"</title><content type='html'>Peço desculpa pela falta de posts da minha parte ultimamente. Eu até tinha umas ideias giras mas vieram os "pretos" e os ciganos e roubaram-mas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109986876571317362?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109986876571317362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109986876571317362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/11/o-1-post-racista-d-o-asno.html' title='O 1º Post racista d&apos; &quot;O Asno&quot;'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109986773035001833</id><published>2004-11-07T22:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-07T22:48:50.350Z</updated><title type='text'>Médicos Cruéis</title><content type='html'>Se o apendice pode criar dores escruciantes a determinada altura da vida de uma pessoa porque é que os médicos não os removem à nascença???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109986773035001833?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109986773035001833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109986773035001833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/11/mdicos-cruis_109986773035001833.html' title='Médicos Cruéis'/><author><name>Osadam</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109986748338753103</id><published>2004-11-07T22:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2004-11-07T22:44:43.386Z</updated><title type='text'>Politicamente Errado.</title><content type='html'>Soube de fonte segura ou entao foi um sonho não sei que o Paulo Portas suturou cirurgicamente o seu anús para ser como da primeira vez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109986748338753103?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109986748338753103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109986748338753103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/11/politicamente-errado.html' title='Politicamente Errado.'/><author><name>Osadam</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109986746158952299</id><published>2004-11-07T22:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-07T22:44:21.590Z</updated><title type='text'>Decifradores brilhantes.</title><content type='html'>Tive uma ideia brilhante, ao menos para mim é. Porque é que não metem os farmaceuticos a decifrar Hieroglifos? Ao fim ao cabo eles conseguem ler tudo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109986746158952299?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109986746158952299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109986746158952299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/11/decifradores-brilhantes.html' title='Decifradores brilhantes.'/><author><name>Osadam</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109986743818447333</id><published>2004-11-07T22:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-07T22:43:58.183Z</updated><title type='text'>Os tentáculos de Pinto da Costa</title><content type='html'>São situações como estas que me revoltam no futebol Português, Pinto da Costa fez das suas outra vez. Não é que aquele badocha mandou raptar a mãe do Robinho o próximo craque a vir integrar o plantel do Glorioso Slb para lixar a transferência? Pinto da Costa só tenho uma coisa para te dizer, És extremamente desagradável. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109986743818447333?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109986743818447333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109986743818447333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/11/os-tentculos-de-pinto-da-costa.html' title='Os tentáculos de Pinto da Costa'/><author><name>Osadam</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109942374557469251</id><published>2004-11-02T19:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-02T19:29:05.573Z</updated><title type='text'>Publicidade sms </title><content type='html'>Porque meu Deus porque é que a publicidade sms tinha que chegar ao nosso pais? Já não basta a quantidade de pitas no irc e no msn agora tambem me fazem um canal sms!!! Já consigo imaginar as donzelas de tenra idade agarradas ao seu Nokia 3310 a mandar sms para aquilo, yuck. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Se queres receber os posts do Asno no teu telemovel manda sms para o 8989.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109942374557469251?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109942374557469251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109942374557469251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/11/publicidade-sms.html' title='Publicidade sms '/><author><name>Osadam</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109942312372407615</id><published>2004-11-02T19:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-02T19:18:43.723Z</updated><title type='text'>Chuva molha velhinhas.</title><content type='html'>Não sei se sou o unico a ter reparado nisto, mas voces já foram a andar pela rua para irem fazer a vossa vida para alguma lado e passam de repente por um casal de velhinhas todas vestidas de negro com o seu chapéu de chuva aberto apesar de não chover??? Qué isto pah!!!! Será que existe algum tipo de chuva especial que só molha velhotas??? Será que é preciso nós termos cataratas para a conseguir ver?? Estas são as perguntas que eu levantei ao me deparar com esta situação. Espero encontrar as respostas em breve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109942312372407615?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109942312372407615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109942312372407615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/11/chuva-molha-velhinhas.html' title='Chuva molha velhinhas.'/><author><name>Osadam</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109935477149105174</id><published>2004-11-02T01:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-02T00:19:31.490Z</updated><title type='text'>Curiosidade</title><content type='html'>Será que os peixes suam ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109935477149105174?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109935477149105174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109935477149105174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/11/curiosidade.html' title='Curiosidade'/><author><name>Osadam</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109935470069553074</id><published>2004-11-02T01:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-02T00:18:20.696Z</updated><title type='text'>Pessoas Estrábicas</title><content type='html'>Preciso de ajuda, várias vezes ao encontrar pessoas estrábicas deparo-me com um problema, é que eu não sei para que olho olhar e às vezes fixo a olhar fixamente para a pessoa para tentar descobrir qual dos olhos deles está a ser usado (facto curioso pessoas estrábicas são optimos árbitros de tennis). Alguem que me arranje uma solução por favor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109935470069553074?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109935470069553074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109935470069553074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/11/pessoas-estrbicas.html' title='Pessoas Estrábicas'/><author><name>Osadam</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109935419699098844</id><published>2004-11-01T23:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-02T19:39:48.616Z</updated><title type='text'>Bush é Cerci (sem ofensa a essa instituição)</title><content type='html'>Ultimamente tenho andado preocupado com as eleições americanas Bush e Kerry andam taco a taco na disputa pela liderança do pais, e, como toda a gente sabe os EU dominam o mundo, será que os cidadãos daquele pais querem mesmo uma pessoa que acenou ao Stevie Wonder (cego de nascença) para governar o seu pais? Eu já consigo imaginar um cenário:&lt;br /&gt;está Bush na sala de controlo dos misseis de longo alcance e de repente ve no meio de muitos botões um botão vermelho, depois diz uma frase muito ao estilo da DEE DEE e carrega no botão e puff fez-se a 3ª guerra mundial. Por favor façam esforços para acabar com aquele homem, enviem uma caixa de Pretzels ou assim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109935419699098844?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109935419699098844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109935419699098844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/11/bush-cerci-sem-ofensa-essa-instituio.html' title='Bush é Cerci (sem ofensa a essa instituição)'/><author><name>Osadam</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109865169258752428</id><published>2004-10-24T21:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T22:01:32.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay-per-view</title><content type='html'>Hoje ao ver o "telejornal" da TVI, vi uma reportagem de uma senhora que tem, nada mais, nada menos do que 115 anos. Seguidamente passou um anuncio televisivo a uma marca de óculos (não se pode dizer o nome porque é a MultiÓpticas) que tinha uma promoção curiosa. Oferecia uma determinada percentagem de desconto na compra de um dos seus produtos, pendente da idade do cliente.&lt;br /&gt;A minha pergunta é a seguinte: Será que lhe pagam 15% do valor dos óculos se ela decidisse comprar um par deles?&lt;br /&gt;Bem, pelo menos já dava para comprar uns bons pacotes de fraldas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109865169258752428?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109865169258752428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109865169258752428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/10/pay-per-view.html' title='Pay-per-view'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109804672409965688</id><published>2004-10-17T21:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T22:04:31.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay in Black</title><content type='html'>Bem, apesar do resultado de hoje do Benfica frente ao Porto, pelo menos aprendi alguma coisa. Jogos do Benfica com o Olegário Benquerença a arbitrar, só com um tubo de vaselina ao lado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109804672409965688?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109804672409965688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109804672409965688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/10/gay-in-black.html' title='Gay in Black'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109804649636093616</id><published>2004-10-17T21:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T23:41:01.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para os Portistas...</title><content type='html'>http://empregos.online.pt/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109804649636093616?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109804649636093616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109804649636093616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/10/para-os-portistas.html' title='Para os Portistas...'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109801594130136974</id><published>2004-10-17T13:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T15:17:23.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre o filme Resident Evil 2...</title><content type='html'>...até que ponto é que as pessoas devem ter medo de um virús cujo nome é de um cantor de Hip-Hop?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109801594130136974?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109801594130136974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109801594130136974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/10/sobre-o-filme-resident-evil-2.html' title='Sobre o filme Resident Evil 2...'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109693727219709554</id><published>2004-10-05T01:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T02:02:33.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ter SIDA é chato...</title><content type='html'>Epá, mas os anuncios da menstruação...&lt;br /&gt;Meu deus...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109693727219709554?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109693727219709554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109693727219709554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/10/ter-sida-chato.html' title='Ter SIDA é chato...'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109693526106767012</id><published>2004-10-05T01:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T01:21:11.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mania da perseguição?! Eu?!</title><content type='html'>Dias da Cunha atribuiu o empate do Sporting desta noite ao sistema, ao desaparecimento da Joana e ao Babuíno De Cú Tricolor da Serra da Estrela...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109693526106767012?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109693526106767012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109693526106767012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/10/mania-da-perseguio-eu.html' title='Mania da perseguição?! Eu?!'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109623581279408738</id><published>2004-09-26T22:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T22:56:52.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mal Pens(o)ado...</title><content type='html'>Porque é que sempre que alguem quer fazer um anúncio televisivo a uma marca de pensos higiénicos, essa pessoa tem de consumir uma quantidade industrial de narcóticos para o fazer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109623581279408738?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109623581279408738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109623581279408738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/09/mal-pensoado.html' title='Mal Pens(o)ado...'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109623505978573325</id><published>2004-09-26T22:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T22:44:19.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Got milk?</title><content type='html'>Caso se confirme o rumor de que José Castel-Branco irá participar na Quinta das Celebridades, será uma mais valia para o grupo. Pelo menos não têm de se preocupar com quem vai ordenhar os animais. É sabido que ele é perito em tirar leite a animais... Bem, pelo menos leite paterno... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109623505978573325?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109623505978573325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109623505978573325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/09/got-milk.html' title='Got milk?'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109587493992242002</id><published>2004-09-22T18:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T18:42:19.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut it like Beckham</title><content type='html'>Fiquei a saber à pouco tempo que o David Beckham cortou o seu cabelo de samurai panilas por um contrato com a Gillette, que lhe oferecia, nada mais nada menos, do que 20 milhões de euros.&lt;br /&gt;Agora pergunto-me... Quantos pontapés preciso de dar numa bola para deixar de PAGAR 6€ ao meu barbeiro?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109587493992242002?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109587493992242002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109587493992242002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/09/cut-it-like-beckham.html' title='Cut it like Beckham'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109495720718405361</id><published>2004-09-12T10:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T05:16:56.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Cuba como os Cubanos!</title><content type='html'>Devido ao furacão Ivan que assola Cuba, cerca de 300 turistas portugueses ficarão retidos em Cuba nas próximas horas. Acho bem! Que simpático as companhias aéreas fazerem com que a estadia de turistas seja tão boa e parecida com a do próprio povo cubano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109495720718405361?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109495720718405361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109495720718405361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/09/em-cuba-como-os-cubanos_12.html' title='Em Cuba como os Cubanos!'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109389895627314205</id><published>2004-08-30T21:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T21:50:42.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Superliga já começou</title><content type='html'>Pois é! Já começou a nova edição da Superliga. Para muitos esta é sem dúvida a época que mais emoção terá do início ao fim. Muitas perguntas estão ainda sem resposta: Quem ganhará a Superliga este ano? Quem irá ser o melhor marcador? Quantos jogadores do Benfica morrerão no decorrer do campeonato? Enfim, é um fartote de emoções…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109389895627314205?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109389895627314205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109389895627314205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/08/superliga-j-comeou.html' title='Superliga já começou'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109304438400102429</id><published>2004-08-21T00:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T00:26:24.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Futebol de praia</title><content type='html'>Venho por este meio felicitar a equipa de futebol de praia do FCP pela sua victória sobre o SLB esta 6ª Feira, apesar de o Benfica ter dado luta os jogadores do Fcp sairam victoriosos desse encontro. Essa victoria deve-se tambem à experiencia que os jogadores do Fcp tem em jogar na areia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109304438400102429?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109304438400102429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109304438400102429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/08/futebol-de-praia.html' title='Futebol de praia'/><author><name>Osadam</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109285488507688903</id><published>2004-08-18T19:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T19:48:05.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O homem aranha não engana ninguem</title><content type='html'>Descobri um erro que não tinha reparado na historia do Spider-Man. Como é possivel que o tio de Peter Parker (Uncle Ben) estivesse na miséria quando ele é um magnata do arroz???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109285488507688903?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109285488507688903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109285488507688903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/08/o-homem-aranha-no-engana-ninguem.html' title='O homem aranha não engana ninguem'/><author><name>Osadam</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109234619056603040</id><published>2004-08-12T21:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T22:29:50.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Orgulho Português (controverso)</title><content type='html'>Slogan sobre a prestação de Portugal nos jogos olimpicos &lt;br /&gt;Portugal: não temos os melhores atletas mas temos os melhores deficientes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109234619056603040?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109234619056603040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109234619056603040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/08/orgulho-portugus-controverso.html' title='Orgulho Português (controverso)'/><author><name>Osadam</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109233955257413479</id><published>2004-08-12T20:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T22:12:48.713+01:00</updated><title type='text'>(Para) Olimpíadas de Atenas</title><content type='html'>Apesar da derrota de hoje, gostei bastante de ver o jogo da Selecção Nacional desta tarde. Agora, estou ansioso para ver jogar a Selecção não paraolimpica. Isso é que era giro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109233955257413479?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109233955257413479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109233955257413479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/08/para-olimpadas-de-atenas.html' title='(Para) Olimpíadas de Atenas'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109227864221274542</id><published>2004-08-12T10:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T16:47:38.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O bigode da Lucy...</title><content type='html'>Ao ver o programa "Os Recordes do Guinness", esta madrugada, vi um senhor Sueco que é detentor do recorde do Bigode Mais Comprido do Mundo. Confesso que não fiquei muito impressionado, pois tenho a certeza que este recorde seria facilmente batido. Bastava que a Irmã Lúcia dos Pastorinhos de Fátima se apresentasse ao júri do Guinness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109227864221274542?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109227864221274542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109227864221274542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/08/o-bigode-da-lucy.html' title='O bigode da Lucy...'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109224965777220951</id><published>2004-08-11T19:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T19:40:57.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parental warning</title><content type='html'>Claudia morreu afogada nas férias de Verão, a Claudia tinha 4 anos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109224965777220951?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109224965777220951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109224965777220951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/08/parental-warning.html' title='Parental warning'/><author><name>Osadam</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109168377896967968</id><published>2004-08-05T06:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T06:29:38.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Como fazer dinheiro à custa dos pais.</title><content type='html'>Recentemente, depois de os meus pais ignorarem o meu pedido de dinheiro, desenvolvi uma técnica eficaz de lhes extorquir dinheiro sem que eles saibam para me vingar, passo a explicar: Para fazerem o mesmo basta os vossos pais terem telemoveis da Tmn e com um tarifário compativel com o serviço Karga, além disso é preciso amigos. Basta arranjarem um amigo que esteja disposto a trocar dinheiro por crédito no cartão do telemovel, depois pedem "emprestado" o telemovel dos vossos pais e efectuam uma transferencia de saldo de telemovel para os vossos amigos (aconselho 5€)e txaran ganharam dinheiro sujo à custa dos vossos pais sovinas sem que eles descubram e ainda por cima ficaram vingados. EHEHEHEH vou para o inferno...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109168377896967968?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109168377896967968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109168377896967968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/08/como-fazer-dinheiro-custa-dos-pais.html' title='Como fazer dinheiro à custa dos pais.'/><author><name>Osadam</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109168321958551243</id><published>2004-08-05T06:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T06:20:19.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerto Roberto Leal e amigos</title><content type='html'>Só quero dizer que após ver o concerto durante 5 minutos na Sic (com objectivo cientifico) deve ter sido a coisa mais gay que eu vi desde sempre, mais gay ainda do que a minha cadela agarrada à perna do meu pai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109168321958551243?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109168321958551243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109168321958551243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/08/concerto-roberto-leal-e-amigos.html' title='Concerto Roberto Leal e amigos'/><author><name>Osadam</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109165880263357026</id><published>2004-08-04T23:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T02:23:31.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocky Martins</title><content type='html'>Gostei muito de ver a selecção olímpica de Portugal no jogo desta noite. Especialmente da exibição do Carlos Martins, que parece estar num grande momento de forma. O Nuno Delgado que não se ponha a pau...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109165880263357026?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109165880263357026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109165880263357026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/08/rocky-martins.html' title='Rocky Martins'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109113545602986441</id><published>2004-07-29T22:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T22:10:56.030+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Qual o objectivo.</title><content type='html'>Hoje num momento de reflexão na casa de banho fiquei um pouco deprimido porque por mais que eu me esforce por ser muito bom em alguma coisa aparece o Tarzan Taborda e torna-se o melhor do mundo nessa coisa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109113545602986441?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109113545602986441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109113545602986441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/07/qual-o-objectivo.html' title='Qual o objectivo.'/><author><name>Osadam</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109104317731393259</id><published>2004-07-28T20:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T20:32:57.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Substância polivalente</title><content type='html'>Numa investigação feita recentemente descobriu-se que o Aloé Vera para além de tornar a roupa mais macia, melhorar o sabor do Iogurte e tornar os cabelos mais fortes tambem cura o cancro a sida e elimina aquela substancia branca que às vezes se tem ao canto da boca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109104317731393259?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109104317731393259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109104317731393259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/07/substncia-polivalente.html' title='Substância polivalente'/><author><name>Osadam</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109104236730556568</id><published>2004-07-28T20:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T20:19:27.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Época de incêndios</title><content type='html'>É só para avisar que ao contrário do que as pessoas pensam a Época dos incendios nao torna os incêndios legais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109104236730556568?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109104236730556568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109104236730556568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/07/poca-de-incndios.html' title='Época de incêndios'/><author><name>Osadam</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109104161047452252</id><published>2004-07-28T19:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T20:06:50.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sic 10 horas</title><content type='html'>Hoje ao fazer zapping parei por acaso na Sic quando tava a dar o sic 10 horas, exactamente quando mudei para o programa começava uma rubrica onde Claudio Ramos, Daniel Nascimento (o gay negro das Noites marcianas) a gaja "loura" que levou porrada da Gisela do Masterplan e Maya (ou Maia não sei) faziam critica social. Eu pergunto-me mas que tipo de habilitações é que são precisas para se ser critico? Será que um pré-requisito para se ser critico é se auto medicarem com Xanax? É suposto as pessoas aceitarem criticas vindas de pessoas cuja soma dos seus QI é menor que a de um Hamster? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109104161047452252?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109104161047452252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109104161047452252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/07/sic-10-horas.html' title='Sic 10 horas'/><author><name>Osadam</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109095755800354933</id><published>2004-07-27T20:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T20:45:58.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'>B.I.</title><content type='html'>Porra! O meu B.I. está a caducar!&lt;br /&gt;Alguem sabe o contacto do Mantorras?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109095755800354933?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109095755800354933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109095755800354933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/07/bi.html' title='B.I.'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109054927895959805</id><published>2004-07-23T03:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T03:21:18.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedro Mantorrassen</title><content type='html'>Pedro Mantorras foi detido ontem à tarde no aeroporto da Portela por possuir um passaporte falso que lhe dava estatuto de comunitário. As suspeitas de que o passaporte de Mantorras era falso surgiram quando no mesmo se podia ler que Pedro Mantorras era sueco e era filho de um casal Norte Vietnamita radicado no Chipre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109054927895959805?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109054927895959805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109054927895959805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/07/pedro-mantorrassen.html' title='Pedro Mantorrassen'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109051713221990598</id><published>2004-07-22T18:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T18:25:32.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O livro do Claudio Ramos</title><content type='html'>Só para dizer que consegui finalmente ler o livro do Cláudio Ramos. Consegui lê-lo até ao fim, mas não foi fácil… Não vos passa pela cabeça a quantidade de Vomidrine que consumi nas últimas duas semanas…&lt;br /&gt;De resto até achei o livro bastante coerente. Começou de forma estúpida e acabou de forma estúpida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109051713221990598?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109051713221990598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109051713221990598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/07/o-livro-do-claudio-ramos.html' title='O livro do Claudio Ramos'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109041659669622965</id><published>2004-07-21T14:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T14:32:00.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para interiorizarem melhor...</title><content type='html'>A meu ver o facto do Santana Lopes estar no governo é como um robalo em cima de um poste:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Tu não podes acreditar que ele esteja lá.&lt;br /&gt;     Tu sabes que ele não subiu lá sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;     Tu sabes que ele não deveria nem poderia estar lá.&lt;br /&gt;     Tu sabes que ele não vai fazer absolutamente nada enquanto estiver lá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109041659669622965?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109041659669622965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109041659669622965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/07/para-interiorizarem-melhor.html' title='Para interiorizarem melhor...'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109041585962680490</id><published>2004-07-21T14:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T16:31:02.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolução na estatistica?</title><content type='html'>Por acaso acho que todas estas decapitações de refens no Iraque são bastante negativas. A continuar este ritmo deixa de fazer qualquer sentido efectuar estatisticas "per capita".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109041585962680490?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109041585962680490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109041585962680490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/07/revoluo-na-estatistica.html' title='Revolução na estatistica?'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109020265054306756</id><published>2004-07-19T03:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T03:04:10.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A idade não perdoa...</title><content type='html'>Paulo Portas abordou Carlos Castro para assumir funções como seu secretario pessoal no Ministerio da Defesa. O "excêntrico" critico de televisão rejeitou a proposta alegando que esta bastante satisfeito a fazer entrevistas a "estrelas" como Lili Caneças e José Castelo Branco para o canal Viver (em horario diurno, felizmente...) e tambem porque os seus joelhos ja não são o que eram...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109020265054306756?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109020265054306756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109020265054306756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/07/idade-no-perdoa_19.html' title='A idade não perdoa...'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109020057128689348</id><published>2004-07-19T02:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T02:34:05.703+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jet Set</title><content type='html'>Este post tem como objectivo mostrar a importancia do jet Set português...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109020057128689348?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109020057128689348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109020057128689348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/07/jet-set.html' title='Jet Set'/><author><name>Osadam</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674770.post-109019948712471519</id><published>2004-07-19T02:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T04:03:49.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E assim começa...</title><content type='html'>Olá, nós somos o Stutter e o Osadam, os criadores do blog, e criamos o blog com o intuito de trazer até voces um pouco do que nos vai na cabeça... Tudo bem longe do sério e do politicamente correcto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7674770-109019948712471519?l=oasno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109019948712471519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7674770/posts/default/109019948712471519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oasno.blogspot.com/2004/07/e-assim-comea_19.html' title='E assim começa...'/><author><name>Stutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884377655464827320</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></entry></feed>
