tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388494052011-12-16T00:57:45.505ZDo que se ouve, bem ou mal, por aí.Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.comBlogger1051100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-70130442090771637002009-10-07T10:48:00.002+01:002009-10-07T10:51:32.326+01:00(Inquirindo o senhor das reparações)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rocha:</span> O radiador depois de sangrado vai passar a sentir-se melhor?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-7013044209077163700?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-26436005857793194052009-10-07T10:46:00.002+01:002009-10-07T10:47:37.995+01:00(Ausentando-se do gabinete)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Moisés:</span> Vou a mijar. É bom, é saudável e faz bem à pele!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-2643600585779319405?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-20489081268786314432009-10-07T10:39:00.003+01:002009-10-07T10:45:50.528+01:00(Comentando umas análises ao sangue)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Moisés</span>: Essa hipoglicémia só pode ser controlada com geoestatística!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-2048908126878631443?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-74362206492451065082009-10-07T10:34:00.001+01:002009-10-07T10:37:07.086+01:00(Justificando um acordar abrupto)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Inês:</span> Eu estava a tentar dormir, mas recebi um SMS e desconcentrei-me!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-7436220649245106508?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-3002752842221367762009-05-28T11:33:00.002+01:002009-05-28T11:34:31.402+01:00(Comentando as incongruências lusas)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Moisés:</span> Este país é uma metáfora com patas!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-300275284222136776?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-64812494234401315242009-05-28T11:30:00.002+01:002009-05-28T11:32:35.154+01:00(Revendo orçamentos com "contabilidade criativa")<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Moisés:</span> Não conseguimos gastar 16 000 € em serviços nem que os contratemos na Rua d'Alegria!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-6481249423440131524?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-61469799069185359052009-05-10T01:12:00.002+01:002009-05-10T01:15:32.736+01:00(Acerca de um assunto fora do seu domínio)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rocha:</span> Ui, eu sei tanto disso quanto um pinguim sabe de sânscrito!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-6146979906918535905?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-59700618344999958302009-05-06T00:04:00.004+01:002009-05-09T23:22:44.060+01:00(Falando de um mal-amado colega)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rocha:</span> Parece um híbrido de alfaiate com gato constipado!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-5970061834499995830?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-6627167033468668082009-05-03T23:51:00.004+01:002009-05-03T23:54:28.385+01:00(Reflectindo sobre a Eucaristia)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pedro C.</span>: Haviam de inventar hóstias de chiclete. Para conservar mais tempo o Senhor...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-662716703346866808?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-86667267401957767762009-05-03T22:02:00.002+01:002009-05-03T22:06:08.980+01:00(Comentando uma tese de mestrado)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">André B.:</span> Foste tu que escreveste isso tudo?! Ui! Eu não conheço palavras que cheguem para escrever uma tese!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-8666726740195776776?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-89775288732778039402009-05-03T21:07:00.001+01:002009-05-03T21:09:25.739+01:00(Falando de um trabalho de mestrado)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">André B.:</span> Nunca pensei que aquele lago estivesse a ser vítima de um estudo!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-8977528873277803940?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-68099105684706140662009-05-03T21:04:00.001+01:002009-05-03T21:07:08.170+01:00(Antevendo problemas)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Luís:</span> Eu já estava a suponhar que isso pudesse acontecer...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-6809910568470614066?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-77125174692452581602008-02-23T16:01:00.001Z2008-02-23T16:03:11.769Z(A jantar)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cristina</span>: Eu nem gosto de batatas fritas, por mim chupava só o óleo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-7712517469245258160?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-57385030086456239882008-02-23T15:59:00.001Z2008-02-23T16:01:23.656Z(Durante um exame)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pacheco Marques</span>: Eu estou a ver, mas não estou a olhar...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-5738503008645623988?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-19279428966034816582008-02-23T15:56:00.002Z2008-02-23T15:58:22.377Z(Assistindo ao filme <span style="font-style: italic;">Saw IV</span>, visivelmente impressionado)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Erwan</span>: Que cena! Arrancou-lhe o couro cabeleiro!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-1927942896603481658?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-75090277185278474722008-02-23T15:52:00.002Z2008-02-23T15:55:53.844Z(Aconselhando um jovem amigo)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Natureza</span>: Agarra-te às gajas mas com camisinha! Senão depois cheira a sida!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-7509027718527847472?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-58386921526461475332008-02-23T15:50:00.001Z2008-02-23T15:51:52.963Z(Relatando acontecimentos da aldeia)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Paula</span>: ...Deitou-se de noite e acordou de manhã morta!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-5838692152646147533?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-34769461508814456662007-11-02T15:40:00.000Z2007-11-02T15:41:23.644Z(Numa conversa sobre galinhas)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cristiana:</span> Danos emergentes, lucros cessantes!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-3476946150881445666?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-72565342645959438382007-09-20T02:16:00.001+01:002007-09-20T02:18:03.934+01:00(No meio da foz do Douro)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Galante:</span> A água mete medo a muita gente... Principalmente a quem não toma banho.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-7256534264595943838?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-55675485032561383842007-09-20T02:12:00.000+01:002007-09-20T02:14:21.578+01:00(Aproximando-se o final do jogo Milan 2-Benfica 0)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cristina:</span> Vá lá Nuno Gomes, marca um golo acidental!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-5567548503256138384?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-4928344020880449982007-09-13T23:23:00.000+01:002007-09-13T23:34:06.251+01:00(Dissertando acerca do machismo lusitano)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">D. Garrafona: </span>.....mandava-o foder baixinho!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-492834402088044998?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-43256619065953208182007-09-13T23:21:00.000+01:002007-09-13T23:34:40.660+01:00(Falando do irmão mais velho)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">D. Garrafona:</span> Coitado, já tem 80 anos, está caducado...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-4325661906595320818?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-31148300433054309562007-09-13T23:19:00.001+01:002007-09-13T23:20:58.510+01:00(Anúncio publicitário na Rádio Alto Minho)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Voz brasileira:</span> Aumente a sua fé: assista à Eucaristia Dominical com o apoio da Pastelaria Santa Marta, em Arcozelo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-3114830043305430956?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-38764193483150480792007-09-08T21:18:00.000+01:002007-09-08T21:20:51.756+01:00(Experimentando um novo creme para o rosto)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Anita:</span> Sinto-me lavada por dentro e a arrotar perfume!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-3876419348315048079?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-88790888051258310062007-09-08T21:17:00.000+01:002007-09-08T21:18:18.890+01:00(Mirando ténis)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Joana:</span> Gosto desta senhora, escreve e também pinta poesia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-8879088805125831006?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-6395190861983359662007-09-08T21:14:00.000+01:002007-09-08T21:16:33.758+01:00(Falando de hipotética gravidez)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Natureza:</span> ....mas agora posso fazer um aborto.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cristina:</span> Eu vou contigo e seguro-te na mão. Sempre quis ver um aborto!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-639519086198335966?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-23031167725738798122007-08-18T00:27:00.000+01:002007-08-18T00:28:45.188+01:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Pedro: </span>O teu computador já está bom? Já lê cd's?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sandro:</span> Já lê tudo: cd, dvd, vinil, até jornal ele já lê!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-2303116772573879812?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-90461076866642626482007-08-17T22:48:00.000+01:002007-08-18T02:02:46.316+01:00(Relatando uma infracção ao Código da Estrada)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Antônio:</span> ......E o polícia mandou-me parar!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Blá: </span>Claro! Essa rua é de sentido único!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Antônio: </span>Mas eu também só ia num sentido!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-9046107686664262648?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-12730420831600967092007-08-17T22:39:00.000+01:002007-08-17T22:47:30.460+01:00(Referindo-se aos malabares)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gonçalo:</span> Que bolinhas tão fixes! São caseiras?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-1273042083160096709?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-56908779275733778362007-08-14T13:10:00.000+01:002007-08-14T14:29:32.439+01:00(Discutindo os problemas da Serra da Estrela)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fernando: </span>Isto era resolvido com um telesférico, era escusado virem de carro para a Torre, deixavam os veículos lá em baixo e vinham de telesférico!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-5690877927573377836?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-53283396686812175902007-08-14T13:07:00.000+01:002007-08-14T14:29:59.859+01:00(Combinando na zona balnear mais próxima)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fernando: </span>Então, ide ter a Loriga, à praia floreal.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-5328339668681217590?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-68669481349733388112007-08-05T21:33:00.000+01:002007-08-05T21:35:31.406+01:00(Admoestando um jovem que deixava lixo na floresta)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Blá: </span>Apanha isso, não sejas biodesagradável...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-6866948134973338811?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-58642216141592696442007-08-05T15:45:00.000+01:002007-08-05T21:36:49.949+01:00(Numa noite quente de Verão, depois de algumas cervejas)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tiaguito:</span> Tou à mijinha pra rascar...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-5864221614159269644?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-66015943197279848272007-08-05T15:44:00.000+01:002007-08-05T15:45:29.253+01:00(Planeando o mês de Agosto)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cristina:</span> Pensa com carinho em vires de férias connosco.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-6601594319727984827?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-58386764340291196292007-07-30T17:43:00.001+01:002007-07-30T18:04:33.458+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RcMaBBSNkJU/Rq4VciIHbFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0i6UCp_czsA/s1600-h/HPIM2669.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RcMaBBSNkJU/Rq4VciIHbFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0i6UCp_czsA/s320/HPIM2669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093031808543976530" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"Quercus pyrenaica"</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Da série: <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Passeios na Florêsta"</span><br />.<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-5838676434029119629?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-74558159774150720402007-07-30T17:30:00.000+01:002007-07-30T17:35:12.220+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RcMaBBSNkJU/Rq4SpyIHbEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JxDioq3LmrU/s1600-h/HPIM2574.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RcMaBBSNkJU/Rq4SpyIHbEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JxDioq3LmrU/s320/HPIM2574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093028737642359874" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Castanea sativa"<br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span>Da série: <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Viagens na Minha Terra"<br />.<br /></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-7455815977415072040?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-52880837096543824282007-07-30T17:28:00.000+01:002007-07-30T17:30:17.697+01:00(Dissertando sobre o sentido da vida)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tiago A.:</span> Uma pessoa tem que ser honesta na desonestidade...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-5288083709654382428?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-84055742244747151902007-07-08T16:23:00.000+01:002007-07-08T16:30:45.358+01:00(Num momento de epifania)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hélder C.:</span> Se as pessoas quando morrem vão para o céu e Deus está no Céu, então Deus está morto!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-8405574224474715190?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-69838037826634294822007-06-29T22:23:00.000+01:002007-06-29T22:24:58.718+01:00(Puxando do terceiro cigarro em meia-hora)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vitório:</span> Nos últimos tempos tornei-me um fumador invertebrado...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-6983803782663429482?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-55213815139089065962007-06-28T19:40:00.000+01:002007-07-08T16:30:07.688+01:00(Inscrevendo um colega num exame)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Blá:</span> Ora, António Vítor... É com "c"?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Helder:</span> Não, que estupidez! Onde é que já se viu, An<span>c</span>tónio?!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-5521381513908906596?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-85402472712600590452007-06-25T18:27:00.000+01:002007-06-25T18:30:22.908+01:00(Entre a multidão de S. João)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jovem bem-disposto:</span> Diz não à droga. É pouca e nós somos muitos!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-8540247271260059045?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-3677248037517781632007-06-25T18:25:00.000+01:002007-06-25T18:26:57.151+01:00(Na noite de S. João)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cristina:</span> Acho que o amor devia ser feito de cotão.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-367724803751778163?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-54556520256183491952007-06-03T18:24:00.000+01:002007-06-03T18:34:16.348+01:00(Assistindo a um filme na TVI)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mano:</span> Ihhhhhhh Que violência! Parece a vingança da Mulher dos Tremoços!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-5455652025618349195?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-7054332053557970832007-05-31T18:30:00.000+01:002007-05-31T18:32:32.435+01:00(Referindo-se a uma equação elaborada pelo próprio)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pacheco:</span> Já lá vão 20 anos, foi das primeiras brincadeiras que fiz. Saí da tele-escola e fiz isto...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-705433205355797083?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-57289431259650820232007-05-31T18:27:00.000+01:002007-05-31T18:29:39.655+01:00(Referindo-se a uma certa e determinada<span style="font-style: italic;"> socialite</span>)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pacheco:</span> Já fez praí 50 operações plásticas. Quando se ri sobe-lhe o umbigo ao pescoço!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-5728943125965082023?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-70099034998362961222007-05-31T18:21:00.000+01:002007-05-31T18:25:50.856+01:00(Numa aula, resumindo o programa)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pacheco:</span> Retiro este capítulo da matéria, o que quer dizer que [os alunos] ficam mais burros, mas mais rejubilados. Portanto, a burrice dá alegria!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-7009903499836296122?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-47790847761112456572007-05-31T18:17:00.000+01:002007-05-31T18:20:12.657+01:00(Numa aula)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hermínio:</span> O que hoje vamos fazer, aliás, estamos a fazer, ou devíamos, mas que achei que talvez fosse interessante fazer, vamos então fazer isso!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-4779084776111245657?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-51540880472928818262007-05-31T01:44:00.000+01:002007-05-31T17:16:07.159+01:00(Em jeito de despedida)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Helder:</span> Então, até à vista. Boa sorte por tudo e por nada!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-5154088047292881826?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-4381067616885138592007-05-31T01:10:00.000+01:002007-05-31T17:16:18.734+01:00(Na carrinha)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Helder: </span>Não sou vingativo, mas quem mas faz, paga-mas!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-438106761688513859?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-22204888570088615472007-05-30T12:52:00.000+01:002007-05-31T01:10:15.589+01:00<p class="MsoNormal">(Conversa de estudo)</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Quica:</span> Que giro! O que é?</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cristina:</span> É um fluxo de gases frescos.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-2220488857008861547?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-19840113440956684462007-05-07T20:55:00.000+01:002007-05-30T13:07:54.842+01:00(Jogando ao Olho)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tina: </span>Boa!! Passei de Olho a Presidente! É muito ano na Suíça!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-1984011344095668446?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-34642022984938952162007-05-07T20:53:00.000+01:002007-05-30T13:08:23.061+01:00(Ao balcão)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bruno:</span> Era uma empada de frango, se faz favor.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Aurorinha:</span> Pode ser antes de galinha?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bruno:</span> Se não for muito velha...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-3464202298493895216?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-78067794570862740452007-04-28T15:28:00.000+01:002007-05-30T13:09:07.376+01:00(Exemplificando alguns nós, antes da subida a uma árvore)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Luís Martins: </span>Este é um nó que tem de se fazer muito rápido pra não dar tempo à corda para pensar!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-7806779457086274045?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-58007154653865588032007-04-26T13:45:00.000+01:002007-05-30T13:09:37.478+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RcMaBBSNkJU/RjCfmEcXs5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Vnxeji6i04k/s1600-h/HPIM1749.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RcMaBBSNkJU/RjCfmEcXs5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Vnxeji6i04k/s320/HPIM1749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057717857913648018" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">"Prunus avium"</span></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Da série: <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Viagens na Minha Terra"</span><br /><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-5800715465386558803?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-51833914507395280272007-04-26T13:32:00.000+01:002007-05-30T13:09:52.372+01:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Juliana:</span> Sou uma Florestal tão competente que até faço com que as labaredas pareçam flores!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-5183391450739528027?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-48814523832625737842007-04-26T13:30:00.000+01:002007-05-30T13:13:55.989+01:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">.<br />Blá:</span> Ai,estou tão cansada de estar sentada que nem consigo estar de pé...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-4881452383262573784?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-53026369100788668552007-04-14T22:48:00.000+01:002007-05-30T13:04:46.970+01:00(Ao balcão)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Aurorinha:</span> Quantos pões quer?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Blá: </span>Pões ou pães?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Aurorinha:</span> Depende das ocasiães.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-5302636910078866855?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-11973778297577083082007-03-27T23:50:00.000+01:002007-05-30T13:11:17.244+01:00(Mirando uns pinheiros)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Luís Martins:</span> Estão um bocado amarelados. Devem ter alguma carência...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Blá:</span> De potássio?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Luís Martins:</span> Hummm, não. Afectiva...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-1197377829757708308?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-80139825820253896402007-03-26T00:28:00.000+01:002007-05-31T01:15:43.069+01:00(Em amena discussão, num bar)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jovem indiscreto:</span> Não percebo as mulheres. Estão sempre a dizer que querem um homem que olhe para o seu interior, o que interessa é o interior... Mas a minha pila não tem olhos!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-8013982582025389640?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-8659937968145738402007-03-13T23:59:00.000Z2007-05-30T13:13:19.057+01:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">.<br />Luís Martins: </span>Este insecto só se alimenta do limbo, não come as nervuras. Deve ter uns dentes fraquinhos...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-865993796814573840?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-83861625669485654102007-03-13T23:39:00.000Z2007-05-30T13:14:43.613+01:00(Numa aula)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Aranha: </span>Vão com calma. Depressa e bem, só os coices!<br /> A única coisa que se começa a fazer por cima é o buraco...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-8386162566948565410?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-74591406551939372892007-03-13T23:34:00.000Z2007-05-30T13:15:15.962+01:00(Numa aula)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pacheco: </span>Com isto eu quero que vocês peguem no peixe e o chupem.... Até ao osso!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-7459140655193937289?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-64767434731092901122007-03-10T22:43:00.000Z2007-05-30T13:15:39.246+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RcMaBBSNkJU/RfM2UHnbTYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/pGfaKBx4CSo/s1600-h/HPIM1242.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RcMaBBSNkJU/RfM2UHnbTYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/pGfaKBx4CSo/s400/HPIM1242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040432127227415938" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Prunus dulcis"</span><br /></span></div><br />Da série: <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Viagens na Minha Terra"</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-6476743473109290112?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-12763874315634344132007-03-10T22:24:00.000Z2007-05-30T13:16:47.790+01:00(Perdidos no interior Transmontano, pedindo indicações)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Senhor simpático da bomba de gasolina:</span> Segue por esta estrada até à rotunda, sai para a direita, vai encostadinha à esquerda, passa dois <span style="font-style: italic;">standares</span> e o Restaurante Galo, e depois é sempre, sempre, sempre a direito!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-1276387431563434413?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-36900539531398513012007-03-09T00:48:00.000Z2007-05-30T13:17:36.045+01:00(Ainda na escolha para Erasmus)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Edu:</span> Tens que ir pra Turquia, é quentinho, é barato, e tem uma cena altamente!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Filipe:</span> O quê?!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Edu: </span>Turcos!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-3690053953139851301?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-75081190761655828752007-03-09T00:11:00.000Z2007-05-30T13:18:16.197+01:00(Escolhendo um país para fazer Erasmus)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Edu: </span>Então e Bélgica?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Filipe:</span> Bélgica não! É um país muito gay...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-7508119076165582875?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-36259314057392006082007-03-08T19:53:00.000Z2007-05-30T13:18:42.158+01:00(Noutra aula, totalmente distinta)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pacheco:</span> ....... mas o Professor, que é um predador, põe lá um exercício destes, e o Aluno, que é um passarinho, cai nas garras da fera.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-3625931405739200608?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-41983904710970671642007-03-08T19:46:00.000Z2007-05-30T13:19:09.837+01:00(Na mesma aula)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Luís Martins:</span> O agente que provoca esta infecção no Ulmeiro é o <span style="font-style: italic;">Graphium ulmi</span>. Ora, <span style="font-style: italic;">ulmi</span> de ulmeiro; <span style="font-style: italic;">Graphium</span> de ..... Nestum mel!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-4198390471097067164?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-74706001639532287592007-03-08T19:42:00.000Z2007-05-30T13:19:49.546+01:00(Numa aula)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Luís Martins:</span> Aqui temos um <span style="font-style: italic;">Castanea mollissima</span>, castanheiro asiático. Consegue-se perceber perfeitamente pelos olhos em bico...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-7470600163953228759?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-18972433333210461992007-03-07T19:13:00.000Z2007-05-30T13:21:09.278+01:00(Entre professora e aluno)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Simone:</span> Só agora?!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Manel: </span>Estava à sua espera no seu gabinete, não saí da porta...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Simone:</span> A brincar aos cães de guarda?!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-1897243333321046199?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-84928424453279935082007-03-07T19:11:00.000Z2007-05-31T17:16:33.411+01:00(No intervalo)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Helder: </span>Aquilo são horas de se chegar à aula?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Blá:</span> Nem sabes o que me aconteceu! Fiquei sem gasolina…<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Helder: </span>O quê?! Não me digas que não andas sempre com uma garrafinha de gasolina no carro! Então, passas por um cão, queres pegar-lhe fogo, como fazes?!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-8492842445327993508?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-7832103344828714732007-03-05T12:03:00.000Z2007-05-31T00:47:01.837+01:00(Falando de um amigo há muito esquecido)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Blá: </span>Faria questão de lhe apertar a mão caso o visse na rua, independentemente da sua vontade de ter a mão apertada!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-783210334482871473?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-5837600937394338092007-03-03T02:26:00.000Z2007-05-31T00:50:07.760+01:00(Na mesa ao lado)<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Aurorinha: </span>Ora aqui está, um croissant misto.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Velhinha pachorrenta:</span> Obrigada.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Aurorinha:</span> Então, já vai matar a fome?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Velhinha pachorrenta:</span> Pois, antes que ela me mate a mim!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-583760093739433809?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-71037252315504425382007-02-25T04:52:00.000Z2007-05-31T00:51:00.196+01:00(No fim de uma bela tertúlia)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">David: </span>Vais levar o carro?! Nesse estado?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Zé Mike: </span>Vou.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">David:</span> Porque não vais a pé? Onde moras?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Zé Mike:</span> Num reino bué, bué longe...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-7103725231550442538?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-47453768956804778882007-02-24T21:04:00.000Z2007-05-31T00:51:38.441+01:00(Tocando guitarra)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Blá:</span> Já a cigarra tem catarro.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-4745376895680477888?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-88977233276434858572007-02-24T19:14:00.000Z2007-05-31T00:52:19.082+01:00(Falando da viagem adiada)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jota Pê: </span>Agora tenho aqui sandes para comer até vir o arco da velha.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-8897723327643485857?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-1172286236703081692007-02-24T02:57:00.000Z2007-05-31T00:52:42.972+01:00(Com sotaque transatlântico)<br /><br />"O correr da vida embrulha tudo, a vida é assim: esquenta e esfria, aperta e daí afrouxa, sossega e depois desinquieta. O que ela quer da gente é coragem. O que Deus quer é ver a gente aprendendo, e ser capaz de ficar alegre a mais, no meio da alegria, e inda mais alegre ainda no meio da tristeza! Só assim de repente, na horinha em que se quer, de propósito- por coragem."<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">João Guimarães Rosa</span>, "O Grande Sertão: Veredas"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-117228623670308169?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-1172267576055951072007-02-23T21:50:00.000Z2007-05-31T00:53:06.675+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4428/863/1600/964393/elefante.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4428/863/320/909702/elefante.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Elefante cor-de-rosa"</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Da série: <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Arte em Plasticina"</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-117226757605595107?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-1172267322248034592007-02-23T21:46:00.000Z2007-05-31T00:54:10.721+01:00(Em discussão)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Senhora muito exaltada:</span> Sai da minha beira, estás a usar o meu oxigénio!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-117226732224803459?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-1172266583702307152007-02-23T21:34:00.000Z2007-05-31T00:54:56.332+01:00(Num anúncio publicitário)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Senhor de bata branca:</span> Quem vos dá ossos fortes?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Crianças:</span> Danoninho!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Senhor de bata branca:</span> E porquê?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Crianças:</span> Porque sabe bem!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-117226658370230715?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-1172107347984548312007-02-22T01:12:00.000Z2007-05-31T00:55:29.515+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4428/863/1600/915210/cao.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4428/863/320/33056/cao.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Cachorro perneta"</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Da série: <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Arte em Plasticina"</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-117210734798454831?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-1172102403734639152007-02-21T23:58:00.000Z2007-05-31T00:56:13.989+01:00(Dirigindo-se à Banda)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Maestro: </span>Vós indes e vós vindes. Mas se vós indes e vindes e não tocaindes bem, para a próxima nem indes, nem vindes. Ficaindes!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-117210240373463915?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-1172004243983682662007-02-20T20:41:00.000Z2007-05-31T00:56:41.736+01:00(Falando da festa de Carnaval)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mano: </span>Tem tanto som que até estorva! Tem praí 3 km de som!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-117200424398368266?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-1171902250003090252007-02-19T16:21:00.000Z2007-05-31T00:56:54.853+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4428/863/1600/367212/DSC02048.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4428/863/320/114793/DSC02048.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Trigo para o Moinho"</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Da série: <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Arte em Plasticina"</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-117190225000309025?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-1171901946980595002007-02-19T16:18:00.000Z2007-05-31T00:58:43.181+01:00(No Rádio Clube Português)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Locutor:</span> Então, e o seu filho já é casado?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Senhor ao telefone: </span>É sim, casou o ano passado.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Locutor:</span> E já é avô?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Senhor ao telefone: </span>Não, o meu filho diz que ainda não tem vida para ter filhos.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Locutor: </span>Ah, o seu filho é dos que vão à farmácia à sexta à noite!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-117190194698059500?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-1171503136487197902007-02-15T01:27:00.000Z2007-05-31T00:59:46.205+01:00(Ao balcão)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Blá:</span> Desculpe, tem lumes?<br /><br />(Traz-me uma caneta)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Blá: </span>Não, não. Lumes!<br /><br />(Traz-me outra caneta, desta feita vermelha)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Blá: </span>(pacientemente): Queria mesmo era acender o cigarro...<br /><br />(Volta para trás e finalmente traz-me um isqueiro.)<br /><br />(Não funciona...)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-117150313648719790?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-1171217220543528742007-02-11T18:04:00.000Z2007-05-31T01:00:59.306+01:00(Entre miúdos)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Puto: </span>Ide, ide que a vossa mãe disse que ísseis!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Outro puto:</span> Não é isseis é fosseis.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">O primeiro puto:</span> Não é fosseis nada que a minha mãe lá não estava!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-117121722054352874?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-1171170358679124312007-02-11T05:03:00.000Z2007-05-31T01:01:15.503+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4428/863/1600/121906/DSC02069.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4428/863/320/584278/DSC02069.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Canídeo cálido"</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Da série: <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Arte em Plasticina"</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-117117035867912431?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-1171170101681908122007-02-11T04:59:00.000Z2007-05-31T01:01:33.788+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4428/863/1600/470091/DSC02046.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4428/863/320/775514/DSC02046.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Boi à frente do carro"</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Da série: <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Arte em Plasticina"</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-117117010168190812?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-1171169349773545402007-02-11T04:45:00.000Z2007-05-31T01:01:48.374+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4428/863/1600/483755/DSC02073.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 269px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4428/863/400/255922/DSC02073.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">"</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Necessaire"</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Da série: <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Arte em Plasticina"</span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-117116934977354540?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-1171166396692522982007-02-11T03:58:00.000Z2007-05-31T01:02:05.966+01:00(In: "That 70's Show")<br /><br />A Natureza dá mamas grandes às mulheres grávidas para prevenir que os homens as abandonem nessa altura.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-117116639669252298?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-1171048482486001812007-02-09T19:12:00.000Z2007-05-31T01:02:23.710+01:00(Durante o Direito de Antena para o Referendo de 11/02)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Militante do PNR:</span> Sou nacionalista, por isso defendo a vida.<br /><br />(Desde que não seja a vida dos pretos monhés e da ciganada...)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-117104848248600181?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-1170964264331507832007-02-08T19:48:00.000Z2007-05-31T01:02:50.940+01:00(Assistindo aos "Morangos")<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Natureza:</span> Pois, este miúdo é hiperactivo.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">André: </span>Olha, e o puto gordo é hipoactivo!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-117096426433150783?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-1170957058437695532007-02-08T17:49:00.000Z2007-05-31T01:03:27.163+01:00(5h da madrugada)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Natureza:</span> Tenho fome... Podíamos fazer qualquer coisinha pra comer.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Edu:</span> Sim, sim! Eu ajudo!<br /><br />(Meia hora depois)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cristina:</span> Ai, que belas panquecas!<br /><br />(Para ti, só para ti :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-117095705843769553?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-1170904945602879612007-02-08T03:19:00.000Z2007-05-31T01:04:26.466+01:00(Ao balcão)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Blá:</span> Quero um croissant misto e um café, por favor.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Aurorinha: </span>Uma sandes?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Blá:</span> Não, um croissant.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Aurorinha:</span> Uma tosta?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Blá: </span>Não, não. Um croissant. E misto!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Aurorinha: </span>Ok, então é um croissant e um café. Eu levo já à mesa.<br /><br />(Na mesa)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Aurorinha: </span>Ora, aqui está a sua sandes e o galão.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-117090494560287961?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-1170901527906627632007-02-08T02:21:00.000Z2007-05-31T01:04:50.316+01:00(Sobre o Referendo de 11/02/2007)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Joana: </span>Os médicos são como os sunitas: lêem o Corão e só fazem o que está lá escrito!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-117090152790662763?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-1170901264941463852007-02-08T02:16:00.000Z2007-05-31T01:05:55.747+01:00(No mítico Café Pioledo)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Filipinha:</span> .......E quando olhei estavam a saltar-lhe em cima!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ana V.:</span> O quê?! Onde?!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Filipinha:</span> Em Espanha.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ana V., visivelmente desiludida: </span>Oh, pensava que era na Andrómeda...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-117090126494146385?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-1170875287504647172007-02-07T18:15:00.000Z2007-05-31T01:06:35.366+01:00(Na cusquice)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Edu:</span> Oh, não se fala mal de desconhecidos! Fala-se mal é dos amigos!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-117087528750464717?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-1170871102591642192007-02-07T17:56:00.000Z2007-05-31T01:06:48.868+01:00(Em jeito de despedida)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Natureza:</span> Queres mandar-lhe um bem-haja a meias?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-117087110259164219?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849405.post-1170868939872507262007-02-07T17:21:00.000Z2007-05-31T01:07:10.692+01:00(Planeando o amanhã)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cristina:</span> Bem, amanhã tenho que fingir que estudo mais um bocado...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38849405-117086893987250726?l=blaescuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bláhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03682283508049009637noreply@blogger.com1