<?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-1196905108406126502</id><updated>2011-10-06T04:11:54.930-07:00</updated><category term='outono'/><title type='text'>Wanessa Barros Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wanessa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304715345420859637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieDg78WWdWA/SfdllCH_acI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uD_0pYTQZJg/s1600-R/haruno20sakura1mobk9.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196905108406126502.post-986927642297284966</id><published>2011-07-03T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T16:09:13.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piadinah sem graça</title><content type='html'>Num dia de chuva, dois irmãos brincavam de imitar bichos. O mais novo começa então a se contorcer no chão:&lt;br /&gt;-Hum... Desisto, que bicho é esse?&lt;br /&gt;-Peixe!!&lt;br /&gt;-Peixe? Que raio de peixe é esse?&lt;br /&gt;- Peixe fora d’água!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196905108406126502-986927642297284966?l=wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/feeds/986927642297284966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1196905108406126502&amp;postID=986927642297284966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/986927642297284966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/986927642297284966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/piadinah-sem-graca.html' title='Piadinah sem graça'/><author><name>Wanessa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304715345420859637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieDg78WWdWA/SfdllCH_acI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uD_0pYTQZJg/s1600-R/haruno20sakura1mobk9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196905108406126502.post-6507814285923009013</id><published>2011-07-03T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T16:06:10.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcas de batom no banheiro...</title><content type='html'>Numa escola pública meninas de 12 anos que usavam batom, todos os dias beijavam o espelho para remover o excesso de batom. O diretor andava bastante aborrecido, o zelador tinha um trabalho enorme para limpar o espelho ao final do dia. Mas, como sempre, na tarde seguinte, lá estava as mesmas marcas de batom...&lt;br /&gt; Um dia o diretor juntou o bando de meninas no banheiro e explicou que o que elas faziam era errado... No dia seguinte, as marcas de batom reapareceram... No outro dia, o diretor juntou o bando de meninas e o zelador no banheiro, e pediu que ele demonstrasse as dificuldades do trabalho. O zelador imediatamente pegou um pano, molhou no vaso sanitário e passou no espelho. Nunca mais apareceram marcas no espelho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196905108406126502-6507814285923009013?l=wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6507814285923009013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1196905108406126502&amp;postID=6507814285923009013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/6507814285923009013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/6507814285923009013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/marcas-de-batom-no-banheiro.html' title='Marcas de batom no banheiro...'/><author><name>Wanessa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304715345420859637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieDg78WWdWA/SfdllCH_acI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uD_0pYTQZJg/s1600-R/haruno20sakura1mobk9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196905108406126502.post-6266854220311515051</id><published>2011-07-03T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T15:59:32.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anão</title><content type='html'>No circo, um pouco antes da apresentação noturna, o gigante e o anão vão ao banheiro para esvaziar a bexiga. Eles estão lado a lado aliviando-se e o anão não pára de piscar, e o gigante diz:&lt;br /&gt;-Você é viado? – pergunta o gigante ao anão&lt;br /&gt;-Não pára de piscar pra mim!&lt;br /&gt;O anão fica bravo e responde:&lt;br /&gt;-É que você tá respingando xixi na minha cara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196905108406126502-6266854220311515051?l=wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6266854220311515051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1196905108406126502&amp;postID=6266854220311515051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/6266854220311515051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/6266854220311515051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/anao.html' title='Anão'/><author><name>Wanessa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304715345420859637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieDg78WWdWA/SfdllCH_acI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uD_0pYTQZJg/s1600-R/haruno20sakura1mobk9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196905108406126502.post-4019996435138613438</id><published>2011-07-03T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T15:44:19.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Num avião</title><content type='html'>A caminho de Goiânia. Uma loira na classe econômica vai a primeira classe e senta-se.&lt;br /&gt; A aeromoça pedepara ver sua passagem, a loira responde:&lt;br /&gt;- Sou loira, bonita, estou indo para Goiânia e vou permanecer aqui mesmo...&lt;br /&gt; A aeromoçavai a cabine e fala ao piloto que tem uma loira na primeira classe, que deveria estar na classe econômica, e não quer voltar para o seu assento. O co-piloto vai até a loira e tenta explicar. A loira responde:&lt;br /&gt; Sou loira, sou bonita , vou permanecer aqui. Ocomandante diz: Você disse que ela é loira? Eu vou falar com ela, sou casado com uma loira. Eu falo 'loirês'. Ele vai até a loira e sussura algi em seu ouvido, e ela diz:&lt;br /&gt; - Oh, me desculpea. Levanta-se e vai de volta para o seu assento na classe econômica. &lt;br /&gt; A aeromoça e o co-piloto, boquiabertos, perguntam o que ele disse para fazê-la mudar sem frescura...&lt;br /&gt; -Eu disse a ela: a primeira classe nã está inda para Goiânia....!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196905108406126502-4019996435138613438?l=wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4019996435138613438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1196905108406126502&amp;postID=4019996435138613438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/4019996435138613438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/4019996435138613438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/num-aviao.html' title='Num avião'/><author><name>Wanessa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304715345420859637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieDg78WWdWA/SfdllCH_acI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uD_0pYTQZJg/s1600-R/haruno20sakura1mobk9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196905108406126502.post-7637495917458659271</id><published>2011-04-25T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T20:46:51.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um velhinho</title><content type='html'>Está comendo no balcão de um restaurante de estrada, quando entram três motoqueiros tipo “Hell’ Angels” (aqueles caras que vestem roupas de couro preto, cheios de coisas cromadas e que gostam de mostrar sua força quando estão em bando). O primeiro, vai até o velhinho, apaga o cigarro em cima do bife dele e vai se sentar na ponta do balcão. O segundo, vai até o velhinho, cospe no copo dele e vai se sentar na outra ponta do balcão. O terceiro, vira o prato do velhinho e também vai sentar na outra ponta do balcão. &lt;br /&gt;Sem uma palavra de protesto, o velhinho levanta e vai embora. Depois de um tempo, um dos motoqueiros diz ao garçom:&lt;br /&gt;-Esse sujeito não era homem!&lt;br /&gt;O garçom responde: &lt;br /&gt; -E nem bom motorista. Acabou de passar com o SCANIA dele em cima de três motos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196905108406126502-7637495917458659271?l=wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7637495917458659271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1196905108406126502&amp;postID=7637495917458659271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/7637495917458659271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/7637495917458659271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/um-velhinho.html' title='Um velhinho'/><author><name>Wanessa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304715345420859637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieDg78WWdWA/SfdllCH_acI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uD_0pYTQZJg/s1600-R/haruno20sakura1mobk9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196905108406126502.post-6665056099194374225</id><published>2011-04-25T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T20:41:49.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se rezar, morre...</title><content type='html'>Chegou um cara no bar e gritou;&lt;br /&gt;- E aí? Me dá uma pinga aí! O balconista encheu o copo e advertiu:&lt;br /&gt;-Aqui todo mundo que toma pinga, joga um pouco no chão e oferece pro santo!&lt;br /&gt;O freguês, deu uma banana com o braço. –Aqui, ó! Pro santo eu dou uma banana!&lt;br /&gt;No mesmo instante o braço do cara endureceu de tal forma que não se mexia.&lt;br /&gt;-O que aconteceu?  -gritou o homem, desesperado.&lt;br /&gt;-O senhor ofendeu o santo e ele te castigou. Mas como é a primeira vez que o senhor vem ao bar, vou resolver isso.&lt;br /&gt;O balconista chamou todos os fregueses e pediu que rezassem. O braço do sujeito foi voltando ao normal. Um velhinho viu tudo e ficou impressionado.&lt;br /&gt;-Foi ao balconista e pediu uma pinga e tomou tudo de uma vez. O balconista perguntou:  &lt;br /&gt;-E pro santo? O velhinho abaixou as calças e tirou o danado pra fora:  -Aqui pro santo...! O danado endureceu na hora.&lt;br /&gt;O velhinho sacou uma arma e gritou:&lt;br /&gt;-Se alguém rezar aqui, MORRE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196905108406126502-6665056099194374225?l=wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6665056099194374225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1196905108406126502&amp;postID=6665056099194374225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/6665056099194374225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/6665056099194374225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/se-rezar-morre.html' title='Se rezar, morre...'/><author><name>Wanessa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304715345420859637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieDg78WWdWA/SfdllCH_acI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uD_0pYTQZJg/s1600-R/haruno20sakura1mobk9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196905108406126502.post-1755980475836795479</id><published>2011-04-25T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T20:39:06.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A professora da 6° série perguntou a turma:</title><content type='html'>-Qual é a parte do corpo humano que aumenta quase dez vezes seu tamanho quando é estimulada? Ninguém respondeu, até que Natasha levantou furiosa e disse:  -Você não deveria  fazer uma pergunta dessas para crianças da 6°série! Pois vou contar para meus pais.  Eles vão chamar o Conselho Tutelar, pra te prender, tá? &lt;br /&gt;Para o espanto da Natasha, a professora não apenas a ignorou como fez a pergunta novamente: - Qual é a parte do corpo que aumenta em dez vezes seu tamanho quando é estimulada? – Rodrigo levantou-se, olhou ao redor, e disse: - A parte do corpo que aumenta dez vezes seu tamanho quando é estimulada é a PUPILA. A professora: - Muito bem, Rodrigo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Então, voltou-se para a Natasha e continuou: - E quanto a você, ‘mocinha’, tenho três coisas para lhe disser: - A primeira é que você tem uma mente muito suja para sua idade. – A segunda: você  não leu a sua lição de casa: ‘Os sentidos’... – E a terceira: - DEZ VEZES??? ( hahahahahahaha)...&lt;br /&gt;- Um dia você vai ficar muito, mas muuuuuuuuuito decepcionada, viu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196905108406126502-1755980475836795479?l=wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1755980475836795479/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1196905108406126502&amp;postID=1755980475836795479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/1755980475836795479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/1755980475836795479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/professora-da-6-serie-perguntou-turma.html' title='A professora da 6° série perguntou a turma:'/><author><name>Wanessa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304715345420859637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieDg78WWdWA/SfdllCH_acI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uD_0pYTQZJg/s1600-R/haruno20sakura1mobk9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196905108406126502.post-8454596488367838439</id><published>2011-04-25T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T20:31:50.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um político</title><content type='html'>Que estava em plena campanha chegou a uma cidadezinha, subiu em um caixote e começou seu discurso:&lt;br /&gt;-Compatriotas, companheiros, amigos! Nos encontramos aqui convocados, reunidos ou ajuntados para debater, tratar ou discutir um tópico, tema ou assunto, o qual é transcendente, importante ou de vida ou morte. O tópico, tema ou assunto que hoje nos convoca, reúne ou ajunta, é minha postulação, aspiração ou candidatura à Prefeitura deste Município.&lt;br /&gt;De repente, uma pessoa do público pergunta: - Escute aqui, por que o senhor utiliza sempre três palavras para dizer a mesma coisa?&lt;br /&gt;O candidato responde:&lt;br /&gt;- Pois veja, meu senhor: A primeira palavra é para pessoas com nível cultural muito alto, como poetas, escritores, filósofos, etc. A segunda é para pessoas com um nível cultural médio como o senhor e a maioria dos que estão aqui. E a terceira palavra é para pessoas que têm um nível cultural muito baixo, pelo chão, digamos, como aquele bêbado ali jogado na esquina.&lt;br /&gt;De imediato, o bêbado se levanta cambaleando e responde:&lt;br /&gt;- Senhor postulante, aspirante ou candidato! (hic) O fato, circunstância ou razão de que me encontre (hic) em um estado etílico, bêbado ou mamado (hic) não implica, significa ou quer dizer que meu nível (hic) cultural seja inferior, baixo ou ralé mesmo (hic). E com todo o respeito, estima ou carinho que o senhor merece (hic) pode ir agrupando, reunindo ou ajuntando (hic), seus pertences, coisas ou bagulhos (hic) e encaminha-se, dirigir-se ou ir diretinho (hic) à leviana da sua genitora, à mundana de sua mãe biológica ou à puta que o pariu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196905108406126502-8454596488367838439?l=wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8454596488367838439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1196905108406126502&amp;postID=8454596488367838439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/8454596488367838439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/8454596488367838439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/um-politico.html' title='Um político'/><author><name>Wanessa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304715345420859637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieDg78WWdWA/SfdllCH_acI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uD_0pYTQZJg/s1600-R/haruno20sakura1mobk9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196905108406126502.post-3870320007457739178</id><published>2011-04-25T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T03:31:04.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Negão no elevador</title><content type='html'>Um cara meio fracote e raquítico, pega o elevador. Junto com ele entra um negão imenso.&lt;br /&gt;O cara fica meio assustado com o tamanho do negão e o olha de cima abaixo.&lt;br /&gt;O negão percebe e fala:&lt;br /&gt;- Tenho 2 metros de altura, 180 kg, 30 centímetros de pinto, o saco pesa 3 kg, FILIPE COSTA, seu criado!&lt;br /&gt;O cara fracote e raquítico cai duro e desmaia!&lt;br /&gt;O negão dá uns tapas na cara do coitado, acorda-o e pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;-O que houve cara, por que você desmaiou?&lt;br /&gt;O cara ainda meio desacordado responde:&lt;br /&gt;-Desculpe, o que foi mesmo que você disse?&lt;br /&gt;-Eu disse: - Tenho 2 metros de altura, 180 kg, 30 centímetros de pinto, o saco pesa 3 kg, FILIPE COSTA, seu criado!&lt;br /&gt;-Ah graças a Deus. Eu tinha entendido, FIQUE DE COSTAS, seu viado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196905108406126502-3870320007457739178?l=wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3870320007457739178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1196905108406126502&amp;postID=3870320007457739178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/3870320007457739178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/3870320007457739178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/negao-no-elevador.html' title='Negão no elevador'/><author><name>Wanessa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304715345420859637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieDg78WWdWA/SfdllCH_acI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uD_0pYTQZJg/s1600-R/haruno20sakura1mobk9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196905108406126502.post-4981755023140816496</id><published>2011-04-25T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T03:25:52.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bafinho</title><content type='html'>Três amigos foram acampar. Barraca pequena, eles teriam que dormi bem juntos, no mesmo colchão e com o mesmo cobertor. Só que um dos amigos (o Bafinho) tinha um terrível mau hálito. Então um deles fez a seguinte proposta:&lt;br /&gt;-Ô Bafinho, vamos fazer assim, quando você precisar falar alguma coisa, você bate palmas que a gente se esconde debaixo do cobertor para se proteger do seu bafo, falô?&lt;br /&gt;Bafinho balançou a cabeça concordando. Quando já estavam os três devidamente cobertos e preparados para dormi, Bafinho bate palmas e os dois amigos, rapidamente, enfiam suas cabeças debaixo do cobertor.&lt;br /&gt;-Pode falar Bafinho... Peidei!!!..........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196905108406126502-4981755023140816496?l=wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4981755023140816496/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1196905108406126502&amp;postID=4981755023140816496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/4981755023140816496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/4981755023140816496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/bafinho.html' title='Bafinho'/><author><name>Wanessa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304715345420859637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieDg78WWdWA/SfdllCH_acI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uD_0pYTQZJg/s1600-R/haruno20sakura1mobk9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196905108406126502.post-8931036799330875818</id><published>2011-01-08T09:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T10:20:42.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O pedido da amante</title><content type='html'>Ricardo está no motel com a amante, curtindo o pós-coito, quando ela resolve interromper o silêncio:&lt;br /&gt;- Ricardo, por que você não corta essa barba?&lt;br /&gt;- Ah... se dependece só de mim... Você sabe que minha mulher seria capaz de me matar se eu aparecesse sem barba... ela me ama assim!&lt;br /&gt;- Ora, querido -insiste a amante- Faça isso por mim, por favor...&lt;br /&gt;-Não sei não, querida... sabe,  minha mulher me ama muito, não tenho coragem de decepcioná-la...&lt;br /&gt;-Mas você sabe que eu também, te gosto muito... pense no caso, por favor...&lt;br /&gt;O sujeito continua dizendo que não dá, até que não resiste às súplicas da amante e rssolve atender oao pedido.&lt;br /&gt;Depois do trabalho ele passa no barbeiro, em seguida vai a um jantar de negócios e quando chega em casa a esposa já está dormindo.&lt;br /&gt;Assim que ele se deita, sente a mão da esposa afagando o seu rosto e a sua voz sonolenta:&lt;br /&gt;- Betão, você ainda está aqui? Vai embora, por favor... Omeu marido já está pra chegar daquele jantar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196905108406126502-8931036799330875818?l=wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8931036799330875818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1196905108406126502&amp;postID=8931036799330875818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/8931036799330875818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/8931036799330875818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-pedido-da-amante.html' title='O pedido da amante'/><author><name>Wanessa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304715345420859637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieDg78WWdWA/SfdllCH_acI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uD_0pYTQZJg/s1600-R/haruno20sakura1mobk9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196905108406126502.post-4571279376861384279</id><published>2011-01-07T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T14:07:06.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dois coroas setentões</title><content type='html'>Depois de encherem a cara, decidem ir a uma casa de baixo meretrício. A cafetina olha bem para os dois e chama a sua gerente:&lt;br /&gt;-Vá aos dois quartos e coloque uma boneca de inflar em cima da cama, eles estão tão velhos e bêbados que não vão notar a diferença.&lt;br /&gt;A gerente cumpre as ordens e os dois coroas vão para os quartos e 'e fazer seus deveres de casa'.&lt;br /&gt;Já de volta para casa, um dos coroas diz:&lt;br /&gt;- Acho que a mulher que estava morta! É que ela estava fria, não se moveu e não falou nada enuquanto eu fazia amor com ela.&lt;br /&gt;-Podia ter sido pior, diz o outro... Eu acho que a minha era uma bruxa! Quando eu estava nas preliminares e dei uma mordida na bunda dela.&lt;br /&gt;Aí Cumpadre, o caos tomou conta do quarto.... ela peidou na minha cara,...... saiu voando pela janela e ainda por cima levou minha dentadura bresa na bunda!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196905108406126502-4571279376861384279?l=wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4571279376861384279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1196905108406126502&amp;postID=4571279376861384279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/4571279376861384279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/4571279376861384279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/dois-coroas-setentoes.html' title='Dois coroas setentões'/><author><name>Wanessa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304715345420859637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieDg78WWdWA/SfdllCH_acI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uD_0pYTQZJg/s1600-R/haruno20sakura1mobk9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196905108406126502.post-5874488926817512839</id><published>2011-01-07T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T13:48:05.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Três assuntos interessantes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GORDURA:&lt;/span&gt; No Japão, são consumidas poucas gorduras e o índice de ataques cardíacos é menor do que na Inglaterra e nos EUA. Em compensação, na França se consome muitas gorduras e, ainda assim o  índice de ataques cardíacos é menor do que na Inglaterra e nos EUA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;VINHO:&lt;/span&gt; Na Índia, se bebe pouco vinho tinto e o  índice de ataques cardíacos é menor do que na Inglaterra e nos EUA. Em compensação, na Espanha se bebe muito vinho tinto e o  índice de ataques cardíacos é menor do que na Inglaterra e nos EUA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEXO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;N a Argélia, se transa pouco e o  índice de ataques cardíacos é menor do que na Inglaterra e nos EUA. Em compensação, no Brasil se transa muuuuuito e o  índice de ataques cardíacos é menor do que na Inglaterra e nos EUA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONCLUSÃO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Beba, coma e trepe sem parar, pois o que mata é falar inglês! Eu já parei meu curso!...rsrsrsrsrsrrrsssssss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196905108406126502-5874488926817512839?l=wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5874488926817512839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1196905108406126502&amp;postID=5874488926817512839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/5874488926817512839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/5874488926817512839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/tres-assuntos-interessantes.html' title='Três assuntos interessantes...'/><author><name>Wanessa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304715345420859637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieDg78WWdWA/SfdllCH_acI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uD_0pYTQZJg/s1600-R/haruno20sakura1mobk9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196905108406126502.post-5537198629229305826</id><published>2010-12-27T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T14:59:40.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Professora</title><content type='html'>- Meu pai, agora tem tudo.&lt;br /&gt;-Será? Diz a prafessora.&lt;br /&gt;-Conserteza, pois sábado passado, quando minha irmã apresentou seu novo namorado, que ela conheceu num baile em Itaquera, torcedor  do Corinthians, tatuado, de bonézinho virado, cueca aparecendo, camisa de hip hop, com aquela ginga de mano.... Meu pai disse: Pata que te pois! Era só o que me faltava!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196905108406126502-5537198629229305826?l=wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5537198629229305826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1196905108406126502&amp;postID=5537198629229305826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/5537198629229305826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/5537198629229305826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/professora.html' title='Professora'/><author><name>Wanessa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304715345420859637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieDg78WWdWA/SfdllCH_acI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uD_0pYTQZJg/s1600-R/haruno20sakura1mobk9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196905108406126502.post-4744234780831966121</id><published>2010-11-12T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T14:39:11.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>voltei</title><content type='html'>Faz temp ki ñ escrevo vou temtar agora sempre escrever. Me aguarde:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196905108406126502-4744234780831966121?l=wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4744234780831966121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1196905108406126502&amp;postID=4744234780831966121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/4744234780831966121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/4744234780831966121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/voltei.html' title='voltei'/><author><name>Wanessa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304715345420859637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieDg78WWdWA/SfdllCH_acI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uD_0pYTQZJg/s1600-R/haruno20sakura1mobk9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196905108406126502.post-527636069512460005</id><published>2009-11-24T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T11:52:24.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>É possível????????????</title><content type='html'>É possível ter um blog com história que nunca se pensaria em escutar?&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem partir da semana que vem criarei um blog com histórias reais e pitorescas e tudo isso acontece em um brejo muito louco colocarei todas as história, mas com nomes falsos pois não posso expor as posso que passam por isso e vivem essas histórias.&lt;br /&gt;  Hoje já aconteceu uma coisa uma gorda passou umas duas vezes na frente da loja, ai a burra ficou se escondendo na loja do lado, mas ela ficou contra o sol então eu via a sombra dela, der repente coloca a mão pra dentro da loja e pega uma sandália de 9,00R$ e tenta sair correndo, quando ela deu conta eu já estava nas costas dela e só dei um berro bem no ouvido, ela jogou a sandália em cima de mim e correu, se chama-se aquilo de correr....&lt;br /&gt;    Bem foi minha  primeira experiência de tentativa de roubo, mas sai viva dessa pois a mulher era muuuiiiiitooooo gorda e eu não passo de magricela do lado dela bem já tá na hora de fechar a loja.&lt;br /&gt;FUI!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196905108406126502-527636069512460005?l=wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/feeds/527636069512460005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1196905108406126502&amp;postID=527636069512460005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/527636069512460005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/527636069512460005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-possivel.html' title='É possível????????????'/><author><name>Wanessa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304715345420859637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieDg78WWdWA/SfdllCH_acI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uD_0pYTQZJg/s1600-R/haruno20sakura1mobk9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196905108406126502.post-1067351032740442871</id><published>2009-08-27T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T13:47:09.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadades vai deicha o Rei do POP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No próximo sábado o rei Michael Jackson completaria 51 anos de vida e 30 anos de carreira Michael vai deixar um grande legado de fãs a única coisa que ele nos deixou foi nossas lembranças e seus sucessos que jamais a verá igual nos deixa muita saudade mas podemos mata-las vendo seus clips e shows e ouvindo suas músicas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;À Michael Jackson deixo minha homenagem a seu dia que ficara para sempre marcado em nossos candelários. Descanse em Paz!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196905108406126502-1067351032740442871?l=wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1067351032740442871/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1196905108406126502&amp;postID=1067351032740442871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/1067351032740442871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/1067351032740442871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/sadades-vai-deicha-o-rei-do-pop.html' title='Sadades vai deicha o Rei do POP'/><author><name>Wanessa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304715345420859637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieDg78WWdWA/SfdllCH_acI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uD_0pYTQZJg/s1600-R/haruno20sakura1mobk9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196905108406126502.post-8348348769929001038</id><published>2009-06-26T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:53:30.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thriller</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s.wsj.net/public/resources/images/PT-AK702_thrill_G_20090114122314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 553px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://s.wsj.net/public/resources/images/PT-AK702_thrill_G_20090114122314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thriller&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Michael Jackson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's close to midnight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something evil's lurkin'in the dark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Under the moonlight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You see a sight that almost stops your heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You try to screamBut terror takes the sound before you make it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You start to freezeAs horror looks you right between the eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're paralyzed'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause this is thriller&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thriller night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And no one's gonna save you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the beast about to strike&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know it's thriller&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thriller night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're fighting for your life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inside a killer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thriller tonight, yeah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You hear the door slam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And realize there's nowhere left to run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You feel the cold hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And wonder if you'll ever see the sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You close your eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And hope that this is just imagination&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But all the while&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You hear a creature creepin' up behind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're outta time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Night creatures callin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'The dead start to walk in their masquerade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's no escaping the jaws of the alien this time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(They're open wide)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the end of your life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They're out to get you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's demons closing in on every side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They will possess you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unless you change that number on your dial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now is the time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For you and I to cuddle close together, yeah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All through the night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll save you from the terror on the screenI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'ll make you see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Rap]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darkness falls across the land&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The midnight hour is close at hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creatures crawl in search of blood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To terrorize y'alls neighborhood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And whosoever shall be found&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Without the soul for getting down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Must stand and face the hounds of hell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And rot inside a corpse's shell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The foulest stench is in the air&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The funk of forty thousand years&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And grizzly ghouls from every tomb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are closing in to seal your doom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And though you fight to stay alive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your body starts to shiver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For no mere mortal can resist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The evil of the thriller&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause this is thriller&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thriller night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And no one's gonna save you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the beast about to strike&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know it's thriller&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thriller night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're fighting for your lifeInside a killer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thriller tonight, yeah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That this is thriller&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thriller night'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause I can thrill you more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Than any ghoul would ever dare try&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Thriller)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Thriller night)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So let me hold you tight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And share a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Killer, diller, chiller)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Thriller here tonight)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause this is thriller&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thriller nightGirl, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can thrill you more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Than any ghoul would ever dare try&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Thriller)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Thriller night)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So let me hold you tightAnd share a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Killer, thriller)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHA AHAHA&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thriller (tradução)&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Michael Jackson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É quase meia-noite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E algo malígno está te espreitando no escuro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sob a luz da lua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você tem uma visão que quase pára o seu coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você tenta gritar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas o terror toma o som antes de você fazê-lo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você começa a congelar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto o horror te olha bem nos seus olhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você está paralizado!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque isso é terror, noite de terror&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ninguém vai te salvar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da besta pronta para atacar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você sabe que é terror, noite de terror&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você está lutando por sua vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Numa noite assassina de terror&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você escuta a porta bater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E percebe que não há para onde correr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você sente uma mão fria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E pensa se ainda vai ver o sol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você fecha os olhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E espera que seja tudo imaginação, garota&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas enquanto tudo isso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você escuta a criatura rastejando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sua hora chegou!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque isso é terror, noite de terror&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não há segunda chance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contra essa coisa de quarenta olhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você sabe que é terror, noite de terror&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você está lutando por sua vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Numa noite assassina de terror&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Criaturas da noite chamam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E os mortos começam a andar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em seus disfarçes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não há escape&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Das presas desse alien dessa vez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Eles estão abertos)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esse é o final da sua vida!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eles estão lá para te pegar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há demônios chegando por todo lado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eles vão te possuir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A menos que você troque o seu número&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essa é a hora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para nós ficarmos juntos abraçados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por toda a noite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu vou te salvar do terror na tela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou fazer você ver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que isso é terror, noite de terror&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu posso te assustar mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do que um fantasma ousaria tentar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Garota, isso é terror, noite de terror&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então deixe eu te abraçar forte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E dividir uma noite de &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TerrorAssassina, arrepiante, assustadora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304715345420859637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieDg78WWdWA/SfdllCH_acI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uD_0pYTQZJg/s1600-R/haruno20sakura1mobk9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196905108406126502.post-7570632564843300823</id><published>2009-06-26T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:54:43.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homenagem a Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lazermusica.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/michael-jackson-21b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ambrosia.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/michael-jackson-thiller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ambrosia.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/michael-jackson-thiller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bem como fã de Michael Jackson não gostaria de relatar essa notícia, a morte de um grandioso cantor da música POP e o maior dançarino que já vi em minha vida. Eu ouço o Michael desde pequena, pra mim é uma perda não só para a música, mas sentiremos falta de suas letras de sucesso e de seus shows que na minha opinião não haverá outro igual. Ficará em nossa mente o grande sucesso THRILLER, crianças que não viram a carreira dele conhecem e cantam, "tentão cantar ". Conheço uma menina de 03 anos que canta e em seu aniversário, pede para tocar o CD de Michael Jackson, minha mãe também como fã relatou que, Michael é eterno suas obras e tudo o que fez como artista não morrerá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael será o novo Elvis Presley, pois grandes artistas e POPS como eles não morrem, ficarão eternos em nossos corações e passaremos para as próximas gerações e contaremos o que ele fez como cantor, dançarino, artista e como compositor de grandes sucessos como: Wanna Be Startin'Samethin, The Girl Is Mine, Thriller, Beat Il, Billie Jean, Human Nature, entre outros. E contaremos suas polêmicas que os fãs não agreditam que ele tenha feito, isso não vem ao caso, só digo que igual ao Michael Jackson não haverá outro, ele será sempre o rei do estilo POP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A única coisa que podemos falar é adeus Michael Jackson, setiremos sua falta... VAI COM DEUS E NA PAZ!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Music and Me (tradução)&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Composição: Michael Jackson &amp;amp; Mike Cannon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nós estamos juntos há um longo tempo já,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A música, a música e eu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não me importo se todas as nossas canções rimam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Agora a música, a música e eu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu sei, onde quer que eu vá. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nós somos tão íntimos quanto dois amigos podem ser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Têm havido outros, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas nunca (houve) 2 namorados &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como a música, a música e eu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pegue uma canção e venha junto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você pode cantar sua melodia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em sua mente, você descobrirá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um mundo de doce harmonia.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pássaros de uma (mesma) espécie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Voarão juntos. Agora com a música, a música e eu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A música e eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196905108406126502-7570632564843300823?l=wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7570632564843300823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1196905108406126502&amp;postID=7570632564843300823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/7570632564843300823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/7570632564843300823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/omenagem-michael-jackson.html' title='Homenagem a Michael Jackson'/><author><name>Wanessa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304715345420859637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieDg78WWdWA/SfdllCH_acI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uD_0pYTQZJg/s1600-R/haruno20sakura1mobk9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196905108406126502.post-6551668023704074694</id><published>2009-06-23T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:06:59.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CQC DE VOLTA AO VIVO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cabecadecuia.com/imagem/materias/CQC450_35978da717e2dec3e4da4bb117cecbfc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px" alt="" src="http://www.cabecadecuia.com/imagem/materias/CQC450_35978da717e2dec3e4da4bb117cecbfc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CQC&lt;/span&gt; está segunda feira foi ao vivo graças a comentários como esses...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com apenas 143 assinaturas, sabemos para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;conseguir&lt;/span&gt; algo com assinaturas precisa-se muito mais! "Significa"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora esperamos que pessoas que não tem algo melhor pra fazer da vida, que não procurem defeitos em um programa que fala o que o povo quer saber!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PARABÉNS!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CQC&lt;/span&gt; PELO GRANDE TRABALHO QUE FAZ NO S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ENADO&lt;/span&gt; E NOS OUTROS EVENTOS QUE TEM NO BRASIL A FORA!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho uma injustiça ñ ser mais ao vivo, pois é um programa de grande qualidade para ser censurado por um falho da produção do programa, tenho certeza &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ki&lt;/span&gt; se fosse no Pânico, o produtor teria colocado nos comerciais, assim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ki&lt;/span&gt; o Tas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;falasse&lt;/span&gt; a palavra PROSTITUTA, pois elas ñ teriam como afirmar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ki&lt;/span&gt; fossem elas as PROSTITUTAS, pois ñ teria a ligação e nem como comprovar. Está se fazendo uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sacanagem&lt;/span&gt; com os fãs do melhor programa da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; brasileira o grandioso &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;CQC&lt;/span&gt;, pois eu como fã sinto um vazio por ñ ser ao vivo, pois ao vivo temos emoções &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ki&lt;/span&gt; no programa gravado ñ passa a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;espontaneidade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ki&lt;/span&gt; nós gostamos de ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Hola&lt;/span&gt;, Marcelo Tas,Equipe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;CQC&lt;/span&gt;,estive lendo que o Programa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;CQC&lt;/span&gt; não é mais ao vivo,pois a ameaça de serem processados impediu que o programa fosse ao vivo...Problema resolvido! Se vocês não voltarem ao vivo,eu entrarei com um processo contra o programa! Como o meu falecido pai sempre dizia: Quando o cara não têm competência,até os ovos atrapalham!!! E se esta merda não voltar a ser ao vivo farei uma campanha de "ABAIXO O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;CQC&lt;/span&gt;,ASSISTA O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;PÂNICO&lt;/span&gt;!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caro Marcelo Tas, venho por meio desta solicitar que o Programa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;CQC&lt;/span&gt; seja ao vivo, pois como está,eu durmo,pois se torna muito previsível...Nesta o Pânico está em vantagem,se há &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;alguém&lt;/span&gt; que deve ser punido é o Produtor do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;CQC&lt;/span&gt;,que não sabe,não tem qualificação para dirigir um programa ao vivo...Em segundo, a minha filha me está tirando do sério por causa do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;CQC&lt;/span&gt;(ela é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;fãnatica&lt;/span&gt;)!Então,como mãe,quero que o produtor vá para o Pânico e o Programa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;CQC&lt;/span&gt; seja por fim ao VIVO,para a alegria da galera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;CQC&lt;/span&gt; deve continuar AO VIVO. Aos interessados: "QUEM NÃO DEVE NÃO TEME".....a atitude desta equipe é verdadeira e com as melhores intenções, fazem muito mais que qualquer politico ou empresário dentro do nosso país. Gente, tem muitos com muito "MEDO DE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;VOCÊS&lt;/span&gt;"... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Léo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196905108406126502-6551668023704074694?l=wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6551668023704074694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1196905108406126502&amp;postID=6551668023704074694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/6551668023704074694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/6551668023704074694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-cqc-esta-segunda-feira-foi-ao-vivo.html' title='CQC DE VOLTA AO VIVO'/><author><name>Wanessa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304715345420859637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieDg78WWdWA/SfdllCH_acI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uD_0pYTQZJg/s1600-R/haruno20sakura1mobk9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196905108406126502.post-9133206338812351965</id><published>2009-06-18T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:37:05.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamos assinar!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>VAMOS ASSINAR PARA O PROGRAMA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CQC&lt;/span&gt; POSSA VOLTAR A SER AO VIVO.&lt;br /&gt;Esse abaixo assinado foi feito pelo apresentador Marcelo Tas é totalmente seguro.&lt;br /&gt;Ajude pois, o CQC gravado ñ é a mesma coisa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.abaixoassinado.org/assinaturas/assinar/4432&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196905108406126502-9133206338812351965?l=wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9133206338812351965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1196905108406126502&amp;postID=9133206338812351965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/9133206338812351965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/9133206338812351965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/vamos-assinar.html' title='Vamos assinar!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Wanessa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304715345420859637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieDg78WWdWA/SfdllCH_acI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uD_0pYTQZJg/s1600-R/haruno20sakura1mobk9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196905108406126502.post-6919580673869992843</id><published>2009-06-18T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:04:32.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um erro ki tive</title><content type='html'>O erro de português &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ki&lt;/span&gt; tive foi só falta de atenção pois aqui no rio te uma Universidade chamada &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UNIVERCIDADE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;peço&lt;/span&gt; desculpas pela confusão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196905108406126502-6919580673869992843?l=wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6919580673869992843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1196905108406126502&amp;postID=6919580673869992843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/6919580673869992843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/6919580673869992843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/um-erro-ki-tive.html' title='Um erro ki tive'/><author><name>Wanessa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304715345420859637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieDg78WWdWA/SfdllCH_acI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uD_0pYTQZJg/s1600-R/haruno20sakura1mobk9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196905108406126502.post-3204564726406933556</id><published>2009-06-10T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:10:43.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vale do Paraíba</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; vou escrever um absurdo que aconteceu aqui no Rio em uma Universidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VALE DO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PARAíBA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questão de prova de &lt;strong&gt;VESTIBULAR NO RIO&lt;/strong&gt; (Universidade Gama Filho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questão: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Faça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; uma análise sobre a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;importância&lt;/span&gt; do Vale do Paraíba."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RESPOSTA DO CANDIDATO:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O Vale do Paraíba é de suma importância, pois não podemos discriminar esses importantes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cidadãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Já que existem o vale-transporte e o vale do idoso, por que não existir também o Vale do Paraíba??!!! Além disso, sabemos que os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Paraíbas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, de um modo geral, trabalham em obras ou portarias de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;edifícios&lt;/span&gt; e ganham pouco. Então, o dinheiro que entra no meio do mês é o que vale, é muito importante para ele equilibrar sua economia familiar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este artigo foi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;publicado&lt;/span&gt; na revista &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Saara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Informa edição de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Junho&lt;/span&gt; de 2009 N°175&lt;br /&gt;Esse é nossos futuros &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;universitários&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Fazê&lt;/span&gt; o que??!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196905108406126502-3204564726406933556?l=wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3204564726406933556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1196905108406126502&amp;postID=3204564726406933556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/3204564726406933556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/3204564726406933556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/vale-do-paraiba.html' title='Vale do Paraíba'/><author><name>Wanessa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304715345420859637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieDg78WWdWA/SfdllCH_acI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uD_0pYTQZJg/s1600-R/haruno20sakura1mobk9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196905108406126502.post-2070818056360436973</id><published>2009-05-21T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T06:55:18.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcelo Tas</title><content type='html'>a href="&lt;a href="http://marcelotas.uol.com.br/"&gt;http://marcelotas.uol.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;" title="Blog do Tas"&gt;&lt;img src="http://marcelotas.uol.com.br/blog/selo.gif" width="120" height="60" border="0" alt="Blog do Tas" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrem e confirem..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196905108406126502-2070818056360436973?l=wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2070818056360436973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1196905108406126502&amp;postID=2070818056360436973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/2070818056360436973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/2070818056360436973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/marcelo-tas.html' title='Marcelo Tas'/><author><name>Wanessa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304715345420859637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieDg78WWdWA/SfdllCH_acI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uD_0pYTQZJg/s1600-R/haruno20sakura1mobk9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196905108406126502.post-3343346585372902265</id><published>2009-04-14T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:55:22.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love CQC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ao &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CQC&lt;/span&gt; pelos programas maravilhosos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ki&lt;/span&gt; tem nos feito feliz as segundas feiras, só tenho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;parabenizar&lt;/span&gt; !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Votem para ganhar o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Prêmio&lt;/span&gt; Contigo TV vamos ajudar e boa sorte!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196905108406126502-3343346585372902265?l=wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3343346585372902265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1196905108406126502&amp;postID=3343346585372902265&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/3343346585372902265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/3343346585372902265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-cqc.html' title='Love CQC'/><author><name>Wanessa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304715345420859637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieDg78WWdWA/SfdllCH_acI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uD_0pYTQZJg/s1600-R/haruno20sakura1mobk9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1196905108406126502.post-6612211433240196690</id><published>2009-03-30T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:13:45.931-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outono'/><title type='text'>Hoje abri meu blog!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Legal nunca pensei em ter um blog... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rsrsrsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mas me perdoe por ñ ter foto pois ainda estou me adaptando com o blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aguarde colocarei fotos do incêndio de Madureira no Natal e mais algumas coisas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;polêmicas&lt;/span&gt;. FUI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beijomeliga&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1196905108406126502-6612211433240196690?l=wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6612211433240196690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1196905108406126502&amp;postID=6612211433240196690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/6612211433240196690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1196905108406126502/posts/default/6612211433240196690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessabarrosblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoje-abri-meu-blog.html' title='Hoje abri meu blog!!!'/><author><name>Wanessa B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304715345420859637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieDg78WWdWA/SfdllCH_acI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uD_0pYTQZJg/s1600-R/haruno20sakura1mobk9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
