<?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-21635443</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:01:10.082-03:00</updated><category term='Baldney.'/><category term='Pitty'/><title type='text'>Absent Minded Friend</title><subtitle type='html'>NIHIL SUB SOLE NOVUM: QUALQUER AÇÃO, NO TEMPO INFINITO, REDUZ-SE A NADA.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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diz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; HAHAHAHA teve um dia q tava tipo um executivão no elevador comigo no trabalho. aí ele tira os fones de ouvido pra atender o celular&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; e ele tava ouvind miley cyrus. fim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sex-a-pill diz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; essa história é um sucesso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fecho ecláir diz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; tipo o taxista falando "olha essa música nova da miley cyrus" comigo uma vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; QQQ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sex-a-pill diz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; HUAHUAUHAHUAUHAHUAHUAHAHUAHUA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; UAU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fecho ecláir diz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; o pior é que era JUSTIN BIEBER HUAHUAHUAHUHAUHAUHUAHAU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sex-a-pill diz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHUAUHAHUAUHAUHAUHAUHAHUHUAHUAUHAUHAHUA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-7518037980151075744?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/7518037980151075744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=7518037980151075744&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/7518037980151075744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/7518037980151075744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2010/06/fecho-eclair-diz-hahahaha-teve-um-dia-q.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-3414113806608330021</id><published>2008-12-04T20:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:17:20.867-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Art Vandelay diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOU A PICA GROSSA DA LEI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Art Vandelay diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUDENDO TODO MUNDO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-3414113806608330021?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-6347580858856458983</id><published>2008-11-17T19:10:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:14:42.041-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Padrecito diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas aconteceu isso comigo com Come Into My World dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Padrecito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a música sozinha é cuzíssima, mas o clipe ajuda a gostar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalapeña diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, é aquele cheio de clones dela?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Padrecito diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu fico muito perturbado quando ele acaba. fico imaginando os clones continuando e ela dominando o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Padrecito diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eu imagino a continuação daquilo e me dá agonia, porque o lugar já tá lotado e não cabe mais ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Padrecito diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e fica muito CROWD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Padrecito diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CROWDEADO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalapeña diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UHAHUAHUA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-6347580858856458983?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/6347580858856458983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=6347580858856458983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/6347580858856458983'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Morou diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUAHUAHUA PORRA FALA MAL FALA DIREITO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ordinária diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ordinária diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ai não é que eu não goste dela, mas eu acho ela horrorosa, gorda e estúpida, gente, SÓ ISSO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Morou diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUAUHAUHA mas era muito legal. tipo uma menina que ficou com sono e foi embora 9 E MEIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Morou diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;aí a gente AH VAI SE FUDER ESSE ESPIRIUTO DE VELHA DELA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Morou diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;NAO EH Q EU NAO GOSTE MAS PORRS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-1160240389686463465?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-100153567507354213</id><published>2008-04-19T17:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T17:18:15.208-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sweet diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nossa, mas pq tá tocando cher num churrasco?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHER NO CHURRASCO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spicey diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spicey diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;tudo a ver, eu achei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spicey diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'do you belieeeeeeeve in life after love?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spicey diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'gente o salsichão tá pronto'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-7596718054175825636</id><published>2008-02-18T00:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T01:01:00.054-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversinha sentimental, tolerância FUNK</title><content type='html'>Iêda: ai, quando chega domingo eu lembro do meu ex. Só aos domingos, que engraçado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thiago: O pau ficando duro,&lt;br /&gt;O bagulho tá sério,&lt;br /&gt;Vai rolar o adultério&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-7596718054175825636?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/7596718054175825636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=7596718054175825636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/7596718054175825636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/7596718054175825636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2008/02/conversinha-sentimental-tolerncia-funk.html' title='Conversinha sentimental, tolerância FUNK'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-4359733148036203745</id><published>2008-02-16T16:29:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T16:31:49.585-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;galo das trevas&lt;/strong&gt;: FAZ A POKEMON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tim the enchanter&lt;/strong&gt;: HUAUHAHUAUHAUHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;galo das trevas&lt;/strong&gt;: e evolui minha filha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tim the enchanter&lt;/strong&gt;: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHUAHUAUHAHUAUHA&lt;div 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Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-1417052467497559425</id><published>2008-02-09T17:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T17:22:58.456-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;abuelita diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nossa, eu acho cranberrires tão ruim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;paraglider diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOSSA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;paraglider diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e aquele molho q eles fazem no thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;paraglider diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;q parece uma gelatina roxa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abuelita diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c tá ligado que eu to falando da banda né&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;paraglider diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;paraglider diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah tá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;paraglider diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"gosto muito de oasis" "eu tbm curto muito as palmeiras"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-1417052467497559425?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/1417052467497559425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=1417052467497559425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/1417052467497559425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/1417052467497559425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2008/02/abuelita-diz-nossa-eu-acho-cranberrires.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-7259080139455699566</id><published>2008-01-12T17:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T17:25:55.686-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;impacto profundo diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ele vive falando AI ODEIO A USP, ODEIO O PESSOAL DA USP, mas não perde a chance de dizer que estuda lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;impacto profundo diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tipo "ai, tava 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/7259080139455699566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/7259080139455699566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2008/01/impacto-profundo-diz-ele-vive-falando.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-2344871218060760698</id><published>2007-12-13T00:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T00:05:49.608-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;qualquer coisa diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qual a diferença entre um judeu e uma pizza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;qualquer coisa diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a pizza não grita no forno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-2344871218060760698?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/2344871218060760698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=2344871218060760698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/2344871218060760698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/2344871218060760698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/12/qualquer-coisa-diz-qual-diferena-entre.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-7853984780398087651</id><published>2007-12-06T02:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T02:19:21.655-02:00</updated><title type='text'>(L)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;robert diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, nossa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;robert diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu detesto aves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;robert diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ainda mais essas marinhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pq vc detesta aves, gente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;robert diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tipo GAIVOTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;robert diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elas são muito cheio de não me toques&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;robert diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e aqueles bicos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;robert diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acho um bicho muito estressado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-7853984780398087651?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/7853984780398087651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=7853984780398087651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/7853984780398087651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/7853984780398087651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/12/l.html' title='(L)'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-8844577498711395602</id><published>2007-11-30T21:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T21:39:35.643-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Harry diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu fui ver o boxe hj tb &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hermione diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;vc falou que tava com vontade de faze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;é&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hermione diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOI? QUE FOFO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acho q vo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nossa, só tinha gente com cara de retardada na academia HAHUAHUHAUUHAUHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hermione diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UHAHUAUHAUHA mas é assim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hermione diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UHAUHAUHAHUAHUAHUAHUAAHUAHUUHA[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUAHUAHUAHUAHUUHAHUAHUAHUAHU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o cara ficou me explicando lá como que era e eu fiquei mó "...", ele tinha MUITA cara de burro HUAHUAHAHUAHUA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas era gente boa, coitado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hermione diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas eles são memo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hermione diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas eles sabem bater hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pois é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tipo eu rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou raspar a cabeça e sair por aí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atacando gente gorda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKINNYHEAD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-8844577498711395602?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/8844577498711395602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=8844577498711395602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/8844577498711395602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/8844577498711395602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/11/harry-diz-eu-fui-ver-o-boxe-hj-tb-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-8734838302662841365</id><published>2007-11-15T17:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T17:22:35.622-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Rafael diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nossa, imagina apanhar do KADU MOLITERNO, velho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rafael diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;apanhar de alguém chamado KADU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nossa, eu matava aquele surfista da porra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rafael diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puta merda. se mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rafael diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nossa, fácil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rafael diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;enfiava açaí no rabo dele até explodir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rafael diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME GRANOLA FILHA DA PUTA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-8734838302662841365?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/8734838302662841365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=8734838302662841365&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/8734838302662841365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/8734838302662841365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/11/rafael-diz-nossa-imagina-apanhar-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-2658362091468511806</id><published>2007-11-09T18:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T18:54:29.600-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CARAJO, só tem HP nesse bongle</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;robert diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e o tanto q eu fui zuado experimentando a beca de formatura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;robert diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"vai fazer pós em hogwarts?" "o snape vai te orientar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai, eu super respondia puta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOU! E DAÍ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;TÁ COM INVEJA É É&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRUCIO!!!!!!!!!!!11111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;robert diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAH e aponta a régua né&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-2658362091468511806?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/2658362091468511806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=2658362091468511806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/2658362091468511806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/2658362091468511806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/11/carajo-s-tem-hp-nesse-bongle.html' title='CARAJO, só tem HP nesse bongle'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-868863064034304985</id><published>2007-11-09T18:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T18:48:57.252-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Rafael diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nossa, eu sou muito do escapismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rafael diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;no meio da aula eu fico tipo "bem que eu podia chegar em casa e encontrar uma carta me convidando pra hogwarts".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AI QUE FOFURA VELHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eu vou por isso no meu bongle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rafael diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA puta patético&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com seu nome verdadeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rafael diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mas se vc não gosta de direito vc quer fazer o quê?" "HOGWARTS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rafael diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA PODE POR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rafael diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURTO HP E ME ORGULHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rafael diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROUD TO LOSE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-868863064034304985?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/868863064034304985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=868863064034304985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/868863064034304985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/868863064034304985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/11/rafael-diz-nossa-eu-sou-muito-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-8667703820175414681</id><published>2007-10-31T22:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T22:37:02.119-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TE QUIERO diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nossa, na festa harry potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TE QUIERO diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a gente podia contratar uns flagelados pra serem os elfos domésticos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-8667703820175414681?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/8667703820175414681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=8667703820175414681&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/8667703820175414681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/8667703820175414681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/10/te-quiero-diz-nossa-na-festa-harry.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-7297382843651393229</id><published>2007-10-27T14:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T14:09:02.313-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lençol freático diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é muito bonitinha sua foto com essa mina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ciclo da água diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é, se você não focalizar muito na minha cara por muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ciclo da água diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu fico estranhaço se você olha demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ciclo da água diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;tipo quando você fica repetindo a mesma palavra por um tempo e de repente ela fica ESQUISITA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-7297382843651393229?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/7297382843651393229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=7297382843651393229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/7297382843651393229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/7297382843651393229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/10/lenol-fretico-diz-muito-bonitinha-sua.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-5980508324133173996</id><published>2007-10-23T23:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T23:23:14.049-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Digam HOLA para o Señor Jorge Ramirez</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;robert diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vc ja leu alguma coisa do stephen king?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;já tentei ler Christine, mas achei nhé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;mas isso quando eu tinha tipo uns 15 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;robert diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o estilo dele é nhé. é bom pelo enre3do mesmo55////////////////////////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUAUHAHUAHUAHUAHUA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;robert diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´~~HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;q isso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;robert diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooooog dcw3cccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccc'3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;robert diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o' wjorr1rgy9ççççççççç4EH 5O 3JORGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;robert diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GSGG''''''''''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;robert diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;HAHAHAHAH ques fofo ele digitando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:}}}}}}}}}}}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;robert diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;4mu;;,oooooooooooooooooooooooo´llllllllllllllll]]5333+6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-5980508324133173996?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/5980508324133173996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=5980508324133173996&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sua mãe "mãe, o q é 'ódio'?" e ela pegou um papel, desenhou um coração e foi fazendo bolinhas pretas dizendo "minha filha, isso é 'ódio'"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahn...dré diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;então.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahn...dré diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hj eu tava com uma máquina de bolinhas de gude de ódio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahn...dré diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atualmente, a analogia seria assim: coração = msn. bolinhas pretas = bloqueados.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-8049235491668669091?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/8049235491668669091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=8049235491668669091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/8049235491668669091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/8049235491668669091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/10/ahn.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-6826803669974422342</id><published>2007-10-13T22:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T22:58:24.566-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Irish cunt diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e minha tia QUERENDO MORRER porque a filha dela ficava vendo um dvd de uns palhaços o dia inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;British tart diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irish cunt diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ela alopra muito. a menina tem cabelo cacheadinho, aí eu falei uma vez "nossa, o cabelo dela todo enroladinho, que bonitinho", aí ela "é, a chapinha vai começar a trabalhar cedo lá em casa".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irish cunt diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou quando o meu primo chegou "ow, quando é a semana do saco cheio?" aí ela vira com mó cara amarga "é toda semana".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-6826803669974422342?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/6826803669974422342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=6826803669974422342&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/6826803669974422342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/6826803669974422342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/10/irish-cunt-diz-e-minha-tia-querendo.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-5758507522139296542</id><published>2007-10-07T18:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T18:50:34.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fofura master</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu vou passar por aí, não quer carona?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;robert diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu não posso sair hj não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;robert diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;minha mãe vai fazer PANQUECAS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-5758507522139296542?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/5758507522139296542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=5758507522139296542&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/5758507522139296542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/5758507522139296542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/10/fofura-master.html' title='Fofura master'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-7419558528174614383</id><published>2007-10-05T17:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T17:47:08.117-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tom Riddle diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;amorzito, vou sair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voldemort diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VÁ. vc sempre vai. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tom Riddle diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NÃO DIGAS ISTO&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voldemort diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha as sindromes de apego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tom Riddle diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-7419558528174614383?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/7419558528174614383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=7419558528174614383&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/7419558528174614383'/><link rel='self' 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diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serei uma nova pessoa no fim de semana. beyjos-me-desenvolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahn...dré.mp3 diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai q fofa indo pro petshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiha da puta. hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-8738573509211377605?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/8738573509211377605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=8738573509211377605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/8738573509211377605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/8738573509211377605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/08/ida-diz-amanh-eu-vou-fazer-escova-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-431617021470323412</id><published>2007-08-22T22:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T22:17:12.273-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;euzinha diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c sabe neh the best revenge is looking good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;euzinha diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;risos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puto Louco diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;risossss se tah certa viu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;euzinha diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas é mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;euzinha diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não só pra pessoa de quem vc quer "se vingar", pra vc principalmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maguinho Apóstolo diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu to super feia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maguinho Apóstolo diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AI GENTE TO COM SEDI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maguinho Apóstolo diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO SEMPRE COM SEDI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-431617021470323412?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/431617021470323412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=431617021470323412&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/431617021470323412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/431617021470323412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/08/euzinha-diz-c-sabe-neh-best-revenge-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-3244311492366967229</id><published>2007-08-22T22:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T22:09:20.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Maguinho Apóstolo diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí no teu trabaio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maguinho Apóstolo diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá chato?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stormtrooper diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stormtrooper diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu chefe é CHATO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G.I. Jane diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é? conta mai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stormtrooper diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sexta ele não vai, rs. E eu vou DORMIR NA MESA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-3244311492366967229?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/3244311492366967229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=3244311492366967229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/3244311492366967229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/3244311492366967229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/08/maguinho-apstolo-diz-no-teu-trabaio.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-3517278992430802562</id><published>2007-08-17T23:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T23:16:03.755-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Colgate diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dai menos de um mês ela diz: "vou morar ai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colgate diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tipo, com o perdão da palavra "vai tomar no cu" saca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pincel Mágico diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colgate diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dai ela venho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colgate diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora ela quer "pirar o cabeção"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colgate diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tudo na "minha frente"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colgate diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh, "ela que vá se foder"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-3517278992430802562?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/3517278992430802562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=3517278992430802562&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/3517278992430802562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/3517278992430802562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/08/colgate-diz-dai-menos-de-um-ms-ela-diz.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-2048710976908971088</id><published>2007-08-08T22:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T22:31:18.540-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Definição da música pop com Girlfriend de Avril Lavigne</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Maguinho Apóstolo diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pior é que esse clipe, pra mim, é como um morto atirado na calçada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maguinho Apóstolo diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu NÃO CONSIGO não olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nossa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isso é a DEFINIÇÃO da música pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora uma rasgação de seda, porque é indispensável:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maguinho Apóstolo diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, mas Madonna não é um morto atirado na calçada. Madonna é um gogoboy nos chamando com o dedinho. Na calçada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maguinho Apóstolo diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode até ser uma coisa brega, mas é irresistível.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-2048710976908971088?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/2048710976908971088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=2048710976908971088&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/2048710976908971088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/2048710976908971088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/08/definio-da-msica-pop-com-girlfriend-de.html' title='Definição da música pop com Girlfriend de Avril Lavigne'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-450814671354102058</id><published>2007-07-30T16:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T16:51:26.582-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;rage against the answering machine diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eu não vi UM moleque de rua essa última semana que tava tipo máxima 15 graus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cabezota diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rage against the answering machine diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e acho ótimo. já que não dá pra resolver o problema, pelo menos tirem-no da minha frente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-450814671354102058?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/450814671354102058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=450814671354102058&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/450814671354102058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/450814671354102058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/07/rage-against-answering-machine-diz-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-2795127951808998409</id><published>2007-07-29T17:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T17:58:05.941-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu bubuzinho. (L).</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ahn...dré.mp3 diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tá tendo jogo de futebol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahn...dré.mp3 diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o meu bairro tá gritando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ah, é pan-americano, néam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha "o meu bairro tá gritando".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahn...dré.mp3 diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pois éam.&lt;br /&gt;odeio qdo as pessoas ficam assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahn...dré.mp3 diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenho medo de sair de casa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-2795127951808998409?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/2795127951808998409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=2795127951808998409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/2795127951808998409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/2795127951808998409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/07/meu-bubuzinho-l.html' title='Meu bubuzinho. (L).'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-2167909773743602021</id><published>2007-07-24T16:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T16:34:49.680-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wikipedia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas o menino do green day tem tipo QUINHENTOS filhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e é casado desde os 13 anos de idade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;robert diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é, ele é bi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;robert diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;segundo o wikipedia, hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-2167909773743602021?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/2167909773743602021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=2167909773743602021&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/2167909773743602021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/2167909773743602021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/07/wikipedia.html' title='Wikipedia.'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-2117905294419462424</id><published>2007-07-22T16:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T16:13:13.369-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E VC TERMINOU HP7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;robert diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIM TERMINEI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;robert diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o meu final ideal seria o seguinte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(vc fala isso e fala o final de verdade hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;robert diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na verdade, os ultimos 6 anos são uma fantasia do harry, que enlouqueceu depois de uma infância de abuso dos tios. ele tem 30 anos e trabalha como ensacador no caixa do carrefour, e o gerente tem medo de despedir ele pq ele fica murmurando coisas estranhas e de vez em quando ataca alguem com um graveto. fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-2117905294419462424?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/2117905294419462424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=2117905294419462424&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/2117905294419462424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/2117905294419462424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/07/ida-diz-e-vc-terminou-hp7-robert-diz.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-6380442774387803452</id><published>2007-07-20T20:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T20:24:49.748-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;quantos anos sua irmã tem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ Pipo ] diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8, 9, 10, sei lá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ Pipo ] diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pequena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-6380442774387803452?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/6380442774387803452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=6380442774387803452&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/6380442774387803452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/6380442774387803452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/07/ida-diz-quantos-anos-sua-irm-tem-pipo.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-1318708473825712992</id><published>2007-07-15T21:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T22:00:45.080-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;La mujer con 3 cerebros diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é melhor ainda comemorar seu aniversário só vc sozinha com seu melhor amigo no universo todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richard Clayderman era en realidad un robot diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, é.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não comemoro aniversários.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La mujer con 3 cerebros diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e tipo vc tem 18 anos. imagina quando vc tiver 40. vc vai pruma caverna no dia do seu aniversário HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richard Clayderman era en realidad un robot diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa, nem me fala.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou uma depressão completa mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;MEU DEUS&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-1318708473825712992?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/1318708473825712992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=1318708473825712992&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/1318708473825712992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/1318708473825712992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/07/la-mujer-con-3-cerebros-diz-melhor.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-6524483102248910212</id><published>2007-07-14T18:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T19:01:17.879-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Iêds:&lt;/strong&gt; ai que saco.&lt;br /&gt;nem aguento mais. sério.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rafael:&lt;/strong&gt; o quê?&lt;br /&gt;a vida?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha nossa. eu ainda dou uns sorrisinhos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-6524483102248910212?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/6524483102248910212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=6524483102248910212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/6524483102248910212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/6524483102248910212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/07/ids-ai-que-saco.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-6991006007860115056</id><published>2007-07-11T23:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T23:35:07.273-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Atropellado por su silla de ruedas diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu peguei uma receita de cerveja amanteigada na internet uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atropellado por su silla de ruedas diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e de lembas. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atropellado por su silla de ruedas diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;quase fiz uma festa nerd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-6991006007860115056?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/6991006007860115056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=6991006007860115056&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/6991006007860115056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/6991006007860115056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/07/atropellado-por-su-silla-de-ruedas-diz.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-3018490722691318453</id><published>2007-07-10T17:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T17:39:49.927-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;robert diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas é. nego não sabe mexer em computador e sai clicando em qualquer "oi, olha o cartão virtual que eu fiz pros meus amigos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;olha as fotos da nossa festa, robert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ficaram ótimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;robert diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu acho que essas pessoas deviam ter uma internet segregada, só deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;robert diz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINHA OPOINIÃO, RESPEITEM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-3018490722691318453?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/3018490722691318453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=3018490722691318453&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/3018490722691318453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/3018490722691318453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/07/robert-diz-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-6427994085767912158</id><published>2007-06-22T21:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T21:07:59.792-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Iêda&lt;/strong&gt;: amore, tchauzinho&lt;br /&gt;depois eu volto.&lt;br /&gt;:****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nicholasprefersdinosaurs&lt;/strong&gt;: bye bye bye&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda&lt;/strong&gt;: HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nicholasprefersdinosaurs&lt;/strong&gt;: DON'T WANNA BE A FOOL FOR YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda&lt;/strong&gt;: JUST ANOTHER SOIWET WHEN YOU CAME INTO (???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nicholasprefersdinosaurs&lt;/strong&gt;: JUST ANOTHER PLAYER IN YOUR GAME FOR TWO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda&lt;/strong&gt;: UHAUHAUHUHUHAUHAAUHUHAAHU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nicholasprefersdinosaurs&lt;/strong&gt;: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda&lt;/strong&gt;: nossa, que velhinha da praça&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-6427994085767912158?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/6427994085767912158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Mel Gibson.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lucas diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;o cara ficou obcecado por essas culturas que falam línguas mortas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;primeiro aramaico, agora esse dialeto maia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o próximo filme deve ser em português&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-5644153759769409555?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/5644153759769409555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=5644153759769409555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/5644153759769409555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/5644153759769409555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/06/mel-gibson.html' title='Mel Gibson.'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-532342568019721696</id><published>2007-06-20T13:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T13:35:34.664-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pitty'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;tim, the enchanter&lt;/strong&gt;: "abrir pasta que contém"&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nicholas prefers dinosaurs&lt;/strong&gt;: Hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Nome de música da Pitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tim, the enchanter:&lt;/strong&gt; HUHUAUHAAHUAUHAHUAHUAUHAHUAUHAAUHAHUAUHUHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nicholas prefers dinosaurs&lt;/strong&gt;: O Felipe que falou isso, hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tim, the enchanter&lt;/strong&gt;: só podia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-532342568019721696?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/532342568019721696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=532342568019721696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/532342568019721696'/><link 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"O pedreiro e a psicanálise")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;UHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUAHAHUUHA que legal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;eu lembro de uma pérola da Galisteu, falando da vida pós-Ayrton Senna dela: "nossa, minha vida deu uma volta de 360 graus!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;super manipuladora do tempo-espaço&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-3623664512764455913?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/3623664512764455913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=3623664512764455913&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/3623664512764455913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/3623664512764455913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/04/lucas-diz-essa-atitude-de-chamar-mulher.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-3449700681005850116</id><published>2007-03-26T19:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T19:40:24.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;marina diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;u u a a sexy eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;guilty feet have got no rhythm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marina diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;ieie my my cant u see!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;velho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;("velho" hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marina diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;direto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;eu te contei que meu ipod ES-TRA-GOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marina diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;anem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marina diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;ranca fora cabeça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;all hell broke l00se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marina diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;no strings attached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marina diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;NoStrings.ppt attached&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-3449700681005850116?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/3449700681005850116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=3449700681005850116&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/3449700681005850116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/3449700681005850116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/03/marina-diz-u-u-a-sexy-eyes-ida-diz.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-973239947019518524</id><published>2007-03-07T22:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T22:51:06.726-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ahn...dré&lt;/strong&gt; diz:&lt;br /&gt;ANINHA TROUXE UMA CIGARREIRA DA LUCKY STRIKE DA ITÁLIA PRA MIM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda&lt;/strong&gt; diz:&lt;br /&gt;AI QUE TUDOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda&lt;/strong&gt; diz:&lt;br /&gt;como ela tá?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahn...dré&lt;/strong&gt; diz:&lt;br /&gt;vazia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-973239947019518524?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/973239947019518524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=973239947019518524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/973239947019518524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/973239947019518524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/03/ahn.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-705269873799210141</id><published>2007-03-02T11:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T11:29:04.352-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As referências pop dos meus amigos.</title><content type='html'>Conversinha por mensagens de celular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iêda: o trocador do ônibus que eu peguei tava lendo a Rolling Stone @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafael: nossa vc pegou o spice bus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-705269873799210141?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/705269873799210141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=705269873799210141&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/705269873799210141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/705269873799210141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/03/as-referncias-pop-dos-meus-amigos.html' title='As referências pop dos meus amigos.'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-689571289346423120</id><published>2007-02-25T23:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T23:40:14.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the influence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Cris diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Estou meio assistindo Alien vs Predador, talvez eu saia do nada e demore pra responder, haha. Mas logo volto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cris diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou totalmente influenciável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;por quem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cris diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Por exemplo: agora que o Predador está do lado dos humanos, eu estou gostando dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cris diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Sinto pena e já não o acho feio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-689571289346423120?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/689571289346423120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=689571289346423120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/689571289346423120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/689571289346423120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/02/under-influence.html' title='Under the influence.'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-5833614733301612972</id><published>2007-02-17T18:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T18:10:05.480-02:00</updated><title type='text'>UHAHUAHUAAUHAUHAUH</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;marina diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;iêda,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marina diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;deixa eu te contar uma anedota de rodízio de pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;conte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marina diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;amigo de amiga minha estava comendo sua pizza tranquilamente quando, do nada, surge uma senhora com trajes despojados (leia-se mindinugs) e solta -oi, boa noite. é que eu sou AIDEX e gostaria de uns trocados pra comprar remédio..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;AIDEX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;HUAHUAUHAAUHAUHAHUAUHHUAHUAUHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marina diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;amigo de amiga minha fez aquela cara de explosão-q e a vó continuou -eu sou aidex mais sou cherosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;GENTE DO CEU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marina diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;e chegou sua cangott perto do nariz do amigo de amiga minha, que, instantaneamente, jogou sua cabeça para trás, desviando da vó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marina diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;e disse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marina diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-desculp nao tenho dinheiro mais posso te dar pedaço desta pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marina diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-é que nós AIDEX não comemos pizza, soh comemos coisas como MELÃO, MELANCIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marina diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-foi mal nem tenho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marina diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-obrigada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;gente, ah não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;que fantástico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marina diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;juro por all saints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marina diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;não é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;nossa, fantástico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iêda diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;mas realmente tem um pessoal PEDINTE que é assim mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marina diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;ela deve ter pegado do renato russo, que pegou do cazuza, que pegou do freddy mercury, que, por sua vez, pegou do macaco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marina diz&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;que pegou do netinho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-5833614733301612972?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/5833614733301612972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=5833614733301612972&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/5833614733301612972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/5833614733301612972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/02/uhahuahuaauhauhauh.html' title='UHAHUAHUAAUHAUHAUH'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-4523701636687435870</id><published>2007-02-17T17:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:34:00.988-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baldney.'/><title type='text'>Britney!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBK2AGm4ztk/RddfsBUY6WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l1DkMpAyepg/s1600-h/baldney+montagem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032596318482655586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBK2AGm4ztk/RddfsBUY6WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l1DkMpAyepg/s320/baldney+montagem.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-4523701636687435870?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/4523701636687435870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=4523701636687435870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/4523701636687435870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/4523701636687435870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/02/britney.html' title='Britney!!!'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBK2AGm4ztk/RddfsBUY6WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l1DkMpAyepg/s72-c/baldney+montagem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-116960976820376114</id><published>2007-01-24T01:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T19:16:14.943-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/803/2190/1600/614335/07-knights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/803/2190/200/938004/07-knights.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post de aniversário de um ano de bongle. eeeeeeeeeEEeeeeeeê~e~e~e~^^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tchau! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-116960976820376114?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/116960976820376114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=116960976820376114&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/116960976820376114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/116960976820376114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/01/oi.html' title='Oi!'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-116763063838995683</id><published>2007-01-01T03:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T03:50:38.400-02:00</updated><title type='text'>GAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/803/2190/1600/754927/cinema%20blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/803/2190/320/822171/cinema%20blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-116763063838995683?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/116763063838995683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=116763063838995683&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/116763063838995683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/116763063838995683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2007/01/gahahahahahahaahahahahah.html' title='GAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-116681058234033039</id><published>2006-12-22T15:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T16:03:02.353-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Clô.</title><content type='html'>Clodovil sobre Marisa Monte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ela é inferior a Maria Callas, então pode falar o que quiser. O brasileiro é mixo. Quem é a Marisa Monte? Ela só canta para comer. Cadê uma escola benemerente de cantores criada pela Marisa Monte? Ela é uma imbecil. Uma vez eu fiz um vestido lilás para ela, mas depois não deixei entregar, porque ela é muito antipática".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARRASA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-116681058234033039?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/116681058234033039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=116681058234033039&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/116681058234033039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/116681058234033039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/12/cl.html' title='Clô.'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-116382271311613550</id><published>2006-11-18T02:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T02:17:31.966-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>vem fazer gluglu:&lt;br /&gt;HUAUHAHUHUAHUAHUA uma vez numa festa&lt;br /&gt;eu tava na sétima série, acho.&lt;br /&gt;aí começõu a tocar aquela PULA FILHA DA PULA HAUHAHUUAHUHAHUAHUAUHHUA&lt;br /&gt;aí pularam e caíram em cima de uma menina e ela deslocou o ombro @_@ HAHUUHAHUAHUAHUAHUHUAHUAHUAHUAHUAHU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon amour: HUAUHAUHUAHUAHUUHAHUAUHAUHAUHUHAHUAHUAHUHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vem fazer gluglu: HUAUHAUHUAHUAHUUHAHUAUHAUHAUHUHAHUAHUAHUHU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon amour:&lt;br /&gt;ATAQUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vem fazer gluglu: HUAHUAHUHUAHUAHUAHUHAUUHA :d:d:d:d:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon amour:&lt;br /&gt;ahhahahaahhaa&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;ai&lt;br /&gt;minha barriga caralho&lt;br /&gt;imagina a mina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vem fazer gluglu:&lt;br /&gt;HUAUHAHUHUAHUAHUAHUA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon amour:&lt;br /&gt;"pq vc destroncou o ombro"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vem fazer gluglu:&lt;br /&gt;pq um filho da pula pulou em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon amour:&lt;br /&gt;"ah, um cara pulou em mim durante uma msk dpo tihuana"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vem fazer gluglu: HUAUHAUHUAHUAHUUHAHUAUHAUHAUHUHAHUAHUAHUHU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon amour:&lt;br /&gt;FILHO DA PULA HUAUHAUHUAHUAHUUHAHUAUHAUHAUHUHAHUAHUAHUHU&lt;br /&gt;QUE PORRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA DE LETRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vem fazer gluglu: HUAUHAUHUAHUAHUUHAHUAUHAUHAUHUHAHUAHUAHUHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-116382271311613550?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/116382271311613550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=116382271311613550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/116382271311613550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/116382271311613550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/11/vem-fazer-gluglu-huauhahuhuahuahua-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-116294461974233634</id><published>2006-11-07T22:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T22:10:19.756-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/803/2190/1600/OPA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/803/2190/400/OPA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPA?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@__________=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-116294461974233634?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/116294461974233634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=116294461974233634&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/116294461974233634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/116294461974233634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/11/opa.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-116294271378479971</id><published>2006-11-07T21:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T21:38:33.813-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Glorinha Madre Deus diz:&lt;br /&gt;Bom, eu tava dormindo, né. Como qualquer pessoa que preste, numa segunda às oito da manhã, eu estava dormindo. Aí eu despertei com aquele som de alarme e, meio desnorteada, olhei para a janela e visualizei uma face. Ainda sem plena noção do que acontecia, pensei que fosse minha mãe, mas tão logo recobrei os sentidos, percebi: o capeta. O capeta espreitava~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*poetic_toupet trashes a guitar* diz:&lt;br /&gt;UHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUH&lt;br /&gt;UHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUH&lt;br /&gt;UHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUH&lt;br /&gt;UHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glorinha Madre Deus diz:&lt;br /&gt;Aí eu levantei, corri até a sala, desliguei o alarme e esperei o capeta ir embora, rezando baixinho: THE POWER OF CHRIST DWOGJIU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-116294271378479971?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/116294271378479971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=116294271378479971&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/116294271378479971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/116294271378479971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/11/glorinha-madre-deus-diz-bom-eu-tava.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-116282963444240800</id><published>2006-11-06T14:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:13:54.460-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Iêda diz:&lt;br /&gt;a marilia gabriela tem O pé mais horrível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNNNNNNNNNNIGGET diz:&lt;br /&gt;@_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNNNNNNNNNNIGGET diz:&lt;br /&gt;tb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNNNNNNNNNNIGGET diz:&lt;br /&gt;com 100 anos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-116282963444240800?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/116282963444240800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=116282963444240800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/116282963444240800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/116282963444240800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/11/ida-diz-marilia-gabriela-tem-o-p-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-116232470469971536</id><published>2006-10-31T16:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T16:58:24.713-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Detesto sinceridade. Quando uma pessoa vira pra você e fala "posso falar com sinceridade?", pode saber que vem MERDA. Eu não sei que idéia é essa da sinceridade ser uma virtude. É a coisa mais desagradável, invasiva e brutal que existe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As relações têm que ser iniciadas e terminadas com sutileza. Nem quando eu tenho a chance de ser sincera, eu o sou. Acho muito feio. Uma super falta de educação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-116232470469971536?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/116232470469971536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=116232470469971536&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/116232470469971536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/116232470469971536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/10/detesto-sinceridade.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-116188375475918037</id><published>2006-10-26T14:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:29:14.820-03:00</updated><title type='text'>essa é boa ein rafael q me passo haehaeueahi~´0</title><content type='html'>Anouch diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anouch says:&lt;br /&gt;fala déco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decotes..ucha says:&lt;br /&gt;fl nu  vmo no  show  do  grondution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anouch says:&lt;br /&gt;qdo vai ser? e onde/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anouch diz:&lt;br /&gt;(meu primo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anouch diz:&lt;br /&gt;(show do GROUNDATION)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-116188375475918037?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/116188375475918037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=116188375475918037&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/116188375475918037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/116188375475918037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/10/essa-boa-ein-rafael-q-me-passo.html' title='essa é boa ein rafael q me passo haehaeueahi~´0'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-116128405418543193</id><published>2006-10-19T15:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T15:54:14.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma só</title><content type='html'>SE MURIÓ diz:&lt;br /&gt;mas quem tem PANICO de vomita nao bb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SÓ EU diz:&lt;br /&gt;eu não bebia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SÓ EU diz:&lt;br /&gt;fiquei 1 ano sem beber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SÓ EU diz:&lt;br /&gt;mas bebida não significa que vc vá vomitar de qualquer jeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE MURIÓ diz:&lt;br /&gt;ui mamãe mas bebida não significa que vc vá vomitar de qualquer jeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SÓ EU diz:&lt;br /&gt;UHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHUAHUHAUHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SÓ EU diz:&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE MURIÓ diz:&lt;br /&gt;HUAHUAUHUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAHAUUHAUAHUAHUHAUHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-116128405418543193?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/116128405418543193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=116128405418543193&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/116128405418543193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/116128405418543193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/10/mais-uma-s.html' title='Mais uma só'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-116128383136955377</id><published>2006-10-19T15:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T12:22:12.976-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BRINCADERA HËN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/803/2190/1600/s??"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/803/2190/400/s%3F%3F%20eu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/803/2190/1600/s??"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-116128383136955377?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/116128383136955377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=116128383136955377&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/116128383136955377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/116128383136955377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/10/brincadera-hn.html' title='BRINCADERA HËN'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-115972257334384825</id><published>2006-10-01T13:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T14:11:39.250-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Moda.</title><content type='html'>Um dia desses eu li numa revista (não lembro qual) um cara big shot do mundo da moda dizendo que uma coisa essencial para mulheres elegantes é sempre ter as unhas bem-feitas. E eu pensei "puxa, que legal, que diferente?". E hoje eu tive um insight. Pensei como esses homens da moda são muito prepotentes. COMO chega um CARA e me diz que eu tenho que usar esmalte pra parecer elegante, sendo que esmalte faz mal pras unhas? COMO me chega um CARA e me diz que eu tenho que usar tal sapato pra ficar bonita sendo que o sapato me mata de dor? Aí, eu achei que eles devem é *zuar* com a cara da gente o tempo todo. Eles se reúnem em grupinho e dizem assim VAMO ALOPRA vamo por as mulé nas roupas e ver q q elas ächao. Bom, mas o ponto é o seguinte: os homens não têm que fazer sacrifícios pela moda pra ficarem mais bonitos; as mulheres, sim. Portanto, o fato de uma mulher que venha e me diga que eu tenho que passar esmaltes pra ficar bonita me desperta mais identificação e mais aceitação do que um homem falando a mesma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vê-se uma coisa também. Os homens têm medo de cuidar da beleza das mulheres. As mulheres cabeleireiras, por exemplo, passam LÏTROZ de produtos químicos no seu cabelo e não estão nem aí. Os homens, por sua vez, tentam sempre passar o mínimo possível pra "não estragar". O que eles não sabem é que a gente tenta mudar o cabelo porque ele JÁ ESTÁ estragado, então não vai fazer muita diferença.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-115972257334384825?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/115972257334384825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=115972257334384825&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115972257334384825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115972257334384825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/10/moda.html' title='Moda.'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-115904236624192236</id><published>2006-09-23T17:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T17:12:46.253-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Identificações</title><content type='html'>"I never had a boyfriend. I had someone that I recognized as my boyfriend when I was 18, I guess, but he didn't respect me at all. Yeah, that was the first one. I thought it was real. I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chan Marshall, a.k.a Cat Power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-115904236624192236?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/115904236624192236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=115904236624192236&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115904236624192236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115904236624192236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/09/identificaes.html' title='Identificações'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-115898146820076704</id><published>2006-09-23T00:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T11:35:39.846-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Madame Bovary é um livro estranho. É MUITO legal, mas você nem acha tanto assim enquanto está lendo. Depois é que você vê que a Madame Bovary pode ser usada como exemplo pra quaisquer conversações sobre traços de personalidade e por que as pessoas agem do jeito que elas agem. É muito &lt;em&gt;intrigante&lt;/em&gt; (ehehhe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADAME BOVARY CES'T MOI, tá ligado?? Madame Bovary ces't moi. Já é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Post escrito ao som de Robbie Williams, "The Trouble With Me". Ai, ai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-115898146820076704?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/115898146820076704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=115898146820076704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115898146820076704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115898146820076704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/09/madame-bovary-um-livro-estranho.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-115898116620519107</id><published>2006-09-23T00:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T00:12:46.223-03:00</updated><title type='text'>hehehehehehhehehehehehhehehehehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/803/2190/1600/HEHE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/803/2190/320/HEHE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-115898116620519107?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/115898116620519107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=115898116620519107&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115898116620519107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115898116620519107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/09/hehehehehehhehehehehehhehehehehe.html' title='hehehehehehhehehehehehhehehehehe'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-115871201754343771</id><published>2006-09-19T21:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T21:28:31.120-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Retorno a Howards End.</title><content type='html'>"Auto-sacrifício é uma coisa muito boa como maneira de fortalecer o caráter. Mas não posso tolerar pessoas que desprezam confortos. Elas têm geralmente algum interesse oculto a defender."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"- A senhorita não falou nesse tom com seu mensageiro?&lt;br /&gt;- Falei? Quero dizer, falei, mais ou menos. Falo da mesma maneira com todo mundo... ou tento.&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, eu sei. E o quanto acha que ele entendeu do que disse?&lt;br /&gt;- Isso é problema dele. Não acredito em adequar minha conversa ao ouvinte."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)(L)(L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-115871201754343771?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/115871201754343771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=115871201754343771&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115871201754343771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115871201754343771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/09/retorno-howards-end.html' title='Retorno a Howards End.'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-115844927325107772</id><published>2006-09-16T20:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T20:27:53.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu sempre fico pensando coisinhas e falo assim "vou postar no meu bong". Mas depois eu esqueço. Igual ontem à noite, eu estava pensando por que mulheres gostam tanto de gays e eu cheguei à conclusão (vaga e óbvia) de que é porque nós temos o mesmo tipo de humor, com o ***adendo*** de que os gays têm um humor fabuloso a maior parte do tempo e a gente está sempre com problemas. E tinha outra coisa, muito mais interessante, que eu esqueci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, parte idiota de blog de gente que fica falando o que fez no dia: fui ver o filme do Almodovar (não sei onde fica o acento) hoje e é uma gracinha. ADORO as roupas, os cabelos, os brincos, as decorações dos filmes dele. Gosto mesmo. Acho uma coisa tão mulherzinha kitsch. Se eu pudesse, eu seria brega. Só não sou brega porque sou covarde mesmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-115844927325107772?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/115844927325107772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=115844927325107772&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115844927325107772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115844927325107772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/09/eu-sempre-fico-pensando-coisinhas-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-115777423593342083</id><published>2006-09-09T00:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T00:57:15.943-03:00</updated><title type='text'>*******</title><content type='html'>rafael diz:&lt;br /&gt;comi minha lingua pra poder te comer sem falar merda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;br /&gt;+_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;br /&gt;(gosëi)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-115777423593342083?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/115777423593342083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=115777423593342083&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115777423593342083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115777423593342083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_09.html' title='*******'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-115750364553449905</id><published>2006-09-05T21:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:47:25.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-115750364553449905?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/115750364553449905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=115750364553449905&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115750364553449905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115750364553449905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/09/param-namemovie-value.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-115734057549994937</id><published>2006-09-04T00:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T00:29:35.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'>q</title><content type='html'>rafael diz:&lt;br /&gt;o (pau) do zezé di camargo quebrou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rafael diz:&lt;br /&gt;lembra quando ele foi internado pq teve enfartte sei la. era mentira, o pau dele tinha quebrado a cartilagem e tava todo desmoronando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;br /&gt;como cura isso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rafael diz:&lt;br /&gt;sei lá. botox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-115734057549994937?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/115734057549994937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=115734057549994937&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115734057549994937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115734057549994937'/><link 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-115734000324251896?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/115734000324251896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=115734000324251896&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115734000324251896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115734000324251896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/09/anlise-imagens.html' title='Análise: imagens.'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-115586172870665327</id><published>2006-08-17T21:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T21:46:16.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isso é legal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Existe algo de dissolvente, de destrutor na inteligência tomada separadamente, funcionando à parte enquanto função individual. É precisamente essa forma de inteligência que a poesia dramática atribui ao diabo (Mefistófeles) e aos seres demoníacos; e que talvez, com efeito, seja preciso atribuir a certos homens nefastos, cujo prestígio intelectual foi às vezes grande. &lt;strong&gt;Tomada assim isoladamente, a inteligência tem algo de inquietante; e é por isso que o intelectual mais 'puro' - sociologicamente, o herdeiro do antigo bruxo - é um ser humano do qual o homem médio desconfia instintivamente e que abandona à sua solidão, não sem motivo, pois esse diabolismo da pura intelectualidade manifesta-se tanto na vida quanto na arte.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E isso é uma BRINCADERA H¨eN HEGEL MEU FILHO VO TECONTA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A intuição é a noite na qual todos os gatos são pardos, como diz Hegel (literalmente: a noite - do imediato, do absoluto - na qual todas as vacas são negras).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tipo QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-115586172870665327?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/115586172870665327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=115586172870665327&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115586172870665327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115586172870665327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/08/isso-legal-existe-algo-de-dissolvente.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-115531386152217632</id><published>2006-08-11T13:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T13:31:01.540-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Puta vergonha que eu tenho das coisas que eu escrevo.</title><content type='html'>Nossa, um dia desses eu li a Veja e tinha uma reportagem cujo assunto era o seguinte: como a atitude das bandas brasileiras não têm nada a ver com as letras das músicas que elas fazem. E eles usaram isso só pra falar mal das bandas. Ok, é tudo uma merda mesmo, mas a reportagem ficou muito horrível. Morri de vergonha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E há outras coisas que me deixam putinha também. Um colega meu (de quem eu gosto muito, diga-se de passagem) vira pra mim e diz que odeia Star Wars. Francamente. Que falta de senso de diversão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-115531386152217632?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/115531386152217632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=115531386152217632&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115531386152217632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115531386152217632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/08/puta-vergonha-que-eu-tenho-das-coisas.html' title='Puta vergonha que eu tenho das coisas que eu escrevo.'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-115393626846200048</id><published>2006-07-26T14:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T14:51:08.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cris diz:&lt;br /&gt;VAMOS&lt;br /&gt;Cris diz:&lt;br /&gt;BRINCAR DE ÍNDIO&lt;br /&gt;Cris diz:&lt;br /&gt;MAS SEM MOCINHO&lt;br /&gt;Cris diz:&lt;br /&gt;PRA ME PEGAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;Iêda L. diz:&lt;br /&gt;essas musicas que vc canta são muito q&lt;br /&gt;Cris diz:&lt;br /&gt;eu nem canto musicas&lt;br /&gt;Iêda L. diz:&lt;br /&gt;oi&lt;br /&gt;Cris diz:&lt;br /&gt;amiga&lt;br /&gt;Cris diz:&lt;br /&gt;vai se trata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-115393626846200048?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/115393626846200048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=115393626846200048&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115393626846200048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115393626846200048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/07/cris-diz-vamos-cris-diz-brincar-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-115351201962360849</id><published>2006-07-21T16:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T17:00:19.636-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rafael?? diz:&lt;br /&gt;vc podia ser uma wunderbongger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iêda L. diz:&lt;br /&gt;eu??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iêda L. diz:&lt;br /&gt;BRINCO NEH FASITDAPTIAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafael?? diz:&lt;br /&gt;HAUEHUAEHUAEHUAEHUEUHAEUHUEHUHAEU EH Q EU QUERO TE COME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iêda L. diz:&lt;br /&gt;UHAUHAUHAUHAHUAHUAUHAUHAUHAUHAHUAUHAUHAUHAUAHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUHUHAUHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-115351201962360849?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/115351201962360849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=115351201962360849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115351201962360849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115351201962360849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/07/rafael-diz-vc-podia-ser-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-115328205998209744</id><published>2006-07-19T01:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T01:01:52.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Papozinhos.</title><content type='html'>bla blabl bl blablablabla b blabla blablablablab blablabl ab lablabl. abl ablab la blabl ablablablabla bla bla blab la blab la'bl abl, abl ab labla blablab labl ab labla bla bl ab. lablabla, blab lablablab l ablab lablabl a bla blabl ab la blabl ab lablabl, ab labla bl bla f sçnbud çsan vblkanhnnsiln b/m/?:MFJDBNVJN BIWKM,ÇP[~]~~~~~]~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conversa de mulherzinha não entra aqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-115328205998209744?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/115328205998209744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=115328205998209744&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115328205998209744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115328205998209744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/07/papozinhos.html' title='Papozinhos.'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-115318712143180065</id><published>2006-07-17T22:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T22:45:21.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CARALHO, é &lt;strong&gt;sem noção&lt;/strong&gt; aquela Kate Hudson. Puta menina nojenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa que eu odeio muito: essa MANIA desse blogspot de querer que a gente coloque títulos nos posts. Pau no cu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E...(quem mais eu odeio gente?) Tsc, ah. Esqueci.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-115318712143180065?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/115318712143180065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=115318712143180065&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115318712143180065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115318712143180065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/07/caralho-sem-noo-aquela-kate-hudson.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-115311123808354439</id><published>2006-07-17T01:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T01:40:38.093-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thriller night diz: heroína é trash. deixa o cara muito wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah eh mesmo LULU SANTOS~~~~~~~~~~~]]´´~`//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-115311123808354439?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/115311123808354439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=115311123808354439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115311123808354439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115311123808354439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/07/thriller-night-diz-herona-trash.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-115276091379136900</id><published>2006-07-13T00:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T00:21:53.820-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu diz:&lt;br /&gt;ow, tipo pensa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu diz:&lt;br /&gt;a xuxa namorou o pelé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu diz:&lt;br /&gt;@_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafael?? diz:&lt;br /&gt;ela casou com elke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-115276091379136900?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/115276091379136900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=115276091379136900&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115276091379136900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115276091379136900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/07/eu-diz-ow-tipo-pensa-eu-diz-xuxa.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-115259808097077397</id><published>2006-07-11T03:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T03:08:00.980-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MEO DËOZ~~~~~~~~~]´´´</title><content type='html'>Iêda diz:&lt;br /&gt;AI MEU DEUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;br /&gt;MEU SISTEMA DE CERNÇAS ESTÁ DESMORONANDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafael?? diz:&lt;br /&gt;O MEU TB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafael?? diz:&lt;br /&gt;é engraçado. quanto mais a gente chega perto da vdd mais a gente se choca e fica desnorteado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafael?? diz:&lt;br /&gt;O QUE É ISSO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iêda diz:&lt;br /&gt;vdd. HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Depois eu explico pra Cris)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-115259808097077397?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/115259808097077397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=115259808097077397&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115259808097077397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115259808097077397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/07/meo-doz.html' title='MEO DËOZ~~~~~~~~~]´´´'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-115223205993829156</id><published>2006-07-06T21:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T21:27:39.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu acho que essa coisa de ser músico e todo o processo de criar músicas e criar letras para as músicas é &lt;strong&gt;tão&lt;/strong&gt; infantil. Eu adorava fazer essas coisas quando eu tinha 15 anos, mas agora isso realmente não me atrai de maneira alguma. Eu só seria famosa in the music biz (aaaaaai, que nojo hueauheauhea) se eu tivesse um produtor fazendo músicas pra mim. Eu não me envolveria em nenhum tipo de processo criativo. Meu negócio seria &lt;strong&gt;copiar&lt;/strong&gt;. Ou cantar música dos outros. Eu não sou criativa. (Provavelmente, por causa disso, minha mente trabalha inconscientemente, fazendo com que eu considere pessoas criativas essencialmente infantis.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-115223205993829156?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/115223205993829156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=115223205993829156&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115223205993829156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115223205993829156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/07/eu-acho-que-essa-coisa-de-ser-msico-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-115213867256911794</id><published>2006-07-05T19:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T19:31:12.610-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ídolo: Bill Murray</title><content type='html'>Quesito: falta de educação (L).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cena de Feitiço do Tempo: chega um cara chato ***MALA*** vendedor de seguros chamado Ned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murray: I'd love to stand here and talk to you, Ned. But I'm not going to. (sorriso irônico e entediado)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ned: Wait! What are you doing for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murray: Something else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-115213867256911794?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/115213867256911794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=115213867256911794&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115213867256911794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115213867256911794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/07/dolo-bill-murray.html' title='Ídolo: Bill Murray'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-115040157249550682</id><published>2006-06-15T16:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T17:01:59.723-03:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Iêda L. diz:&lt;br /&gt;pq vc quis fazer história?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas diz:&lt;br /&gt;pq eu gosto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iêda L. diz:&lt;br /&gt;mas a gente não faz faculdade de coisa que a gente gosta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas diz:&lt;br /&gt;mas eu não sou gente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-115040157249550682?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/115040157249550682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=115040157249550682&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115040157249550682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115040157249550682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/06/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-115000264342626459</id><published>2006-06-11T02:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T02:10:43.446-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Alguém diferente é acostumado a espantos. Para ele, é como se o mundo fosse feito de seres assustados, nervosos e observadores. Mas logo, ele vê que o mundo é feito mesmo é de seres superficiais." - Blog Pró-Tensão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só para ficar para a posteridade. Because that is poetry, man. Poetry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-115000264342626459?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/115000264342626459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=115000264342626459&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115000264342626459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/115000264342626459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/06/algum-diferente-acostumado-espantos.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-114912246580924099</id><published>2006-05-31T21:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T21:41:05.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;:-/</title><content type='html'>A coisa mais ridícula do &lt;strong&gt;cosmos&lt;/strong&gt; é piercing no umbigo. E tenho dito. For Christ's sake, that is *SO* last decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas realmente há coisas que são emputecedoras. Tipo piercing no umbigo, brinco de pena, sapatinho baixo, camisa do Brasil. Ou BERMUDÃO. Não existe nada que eu odeie mais que bermudão. Eu NUNCA NUNCA NUNCA ficaria com um cara que saísse comigo de bermudão. Eu terminaria o namoro, o noivado, what ever, mas eu &lt;strong&gt;não saio com homem de bermudão&lt;/strong&gt;. E aquela modinha da bota por cima da calça eu nem acho tão feia, mas é coisa de trancera, portanto, mil pontos a menos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-114912246580924099?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/114912246580924099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=114912246580924099&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114912246580924099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114912246580924099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='&gt;:-/'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-114912216480474581</id><published>2006-05-31T21:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T21:36:04.816-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Auto-referência</title><content type='html'>"e a Madonna é tão FODA que ela nem consegue incorporar o personagem, ela tem que ser ela mesma o tempo todo, ela não consegue abstrair. mas, também, com uma personalidade daquelas, quem precisa de atuar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iêda L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só pra puxar o saco um pouquitcho. NHAM. E também: com aquelas &lt;strong&gt;coxas&lt;/strong&gt;, quem precisa de atuar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-114912216480474581?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/114912216480474581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=114912216480474581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114912216480474581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114912216480474581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/05/auto-referncia.html' title='Auto-referência'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-114875787196639196</id><published>2006-05-27T16:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T16:24:32.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oi</title><content type='html'>Foi assim: o assunto era Freud (e o cara é realmente genial, igual Hobbes, porque ele diz que todo mundo é mau por natureza e nascemos com impulsos destrutivos que devem ser refreados e aquela coisa toda) e ele disse que a arte, a filosofia, tudo era inútil, porque não contribuía para as nossas necessidades vitais. E você pode dizer o que bem entender, mas isso é simplesmente genial (exatamente pelo fato de ser completamente diferente de tudo que todo mundo fala). &lt;strong&gt;Aí&lt;/strong&gt;, tinha uma menina lá que começou a falar toda bravinha "mas então pensar é inútil?" e eu pensei comigo que é, sim, porque, quando começamos a pensar, começamos a sofrer e, quanto mais conhecimento, mais sofrimento. E ela é aquele tipo de gente altruísta, que luta pelos direitos (podia até ficar na dela e lutar só pelos próprios direitos, mas &lt;strong&gt;NÃÃÃÃO, &lt;/strong&gt;tem que lutar pelos direitos dos outros também) e que fala alto e que é muito emotiva e que tem &lt;strong&gt;bigode.&lt;/strong&gt; E ela começou a contar um caso que eu não vou contar aqui porque, além de irrelevante, é muito desinteressante e se mostrou como alguém que tem a própria inteligência em muita alta estima. Mas resumindo e repetindo: ela tem buço. E eu simplesmente não dou credibilidade pra mulher que tem buço. Ainda mais ela que nem deve saber que tem buço e que, por isso, é mais perigosa ainda, porque ela não tem noção da sua própria aparência e gente assim costuma ser muito equivocada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-114875787196639196?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/114875787196639196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=114875787196639196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114875787196639196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114875787196639196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/05/oi.html' title='Oi'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-114805663511199833</id><published>2006-05-19T13:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T13:37:15.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Yatta-yatta-yatta.</title><content type='html'>Fiquei duas semanas sem internet. Resultado: flutuações estranhas de humor. Mas, na verdade, nem é isso. O que aconteceu foi o seguinte: eu conheço muitas gentes legais na internet, NÉAM? E elas fazem parte das minhas maneiras de "escapar" (aspas com os dedinhos) da realidade. E, sem elas, eu fiquei muito em contato com a realidade. Demais. EXAGERADAMENTE. However, como tudo por que a gente passa eventualmente se torna uma experiência, eu tirei conclusões da realidade e das pessoas reais, for that matter, chegando aos seguintes ítens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) as pessoas são mal-educadas&lt;br /&gt;2) as pessoas são idiotas&lt;br /&gt;3) as pessoas são inconvenientes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é. What else is new. Mas a falta de educação das pessoas nem está tãããão evidente assim. Sabe o que eu percebi? Que as pessoas &lt;strong&gt;não prestam atenção no que as outras estão falando&lt;/strong&gt;. Elas só querem falar e falar coisas desinteressantes, &lt;strong&gt;derrubando&lt;/strong&gt; a vida deles pra cima da gente, e, quando finalmente achamos uma brechinha pra fazer um comentário, elas nos cortam pra continuar falando coisas desinteressantes. É, isso parece óbvio, mas eu nunca tinha visto isso com tanta clareza quanto nesses dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da idiotice eu não preciso falar. Idiotice derivada da frustração e da inveja, e idiotice de não conseguir olhar pra si próprio e ver que da sua boca só saem coisas estúpidas. Eu fico impressionada com o que as pessoas falam. Mé dá vergonha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a inconveniência é a pior de todas, sem dúvida. Porque ela reúne &lt;strong&gt;todas&lt;/strong&gt; as anteriores. E o pessoal é tão burro que, ao serem inconvenientes e tentarem invadir a sua vida, eles não conseguem nem entender do que você está falando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa, como eu &lt;strong&gt;AMO&lt;/strong&gt; a minha privacidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-114805663511199833?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/114805663511199833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=114805663511199833&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114805663511199833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114805663511199833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/05/yatta-yatta-yatta.html' title='Yatta-yatta-yatta.'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-114688845992031472</id><published>2006-05-06T01:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T01:07:39.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas que sempre pensamos não existir:</title><content type='html'>A veracidade da frase "você é &lt;strong&gt;demais&lt;/strong&gt; pra mim".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tipo: que preguiça. Tenho preguiça de tudo e, a cada dia que passa, fica pior. Eu tenho preguiça de começar relações pela internet. Francamente, o que é isto. E ainda tenho que ficar lidando com covardia de homem. ¬¬&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-114688845992031472?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/114688845992031472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=114688845992031472&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114688845992031472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114688845992031472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/05/coisas-que-sempre-pensamos-no-existir_06.html' title='Coisas que sempre pensamos não existir:'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-114581344474445272</id><published>2006-04-23T14:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T14:30:44.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'>casano tendënmssias</title><content type='html'>Tenho reparado numa coisa ultimamente: existe uma tendência invadindo o cinema. A tendência dos filmes artificiais. A tendência dos filmes cuja história é inverossímil e só serve como pano de fundo pra locações incríveis, maquiagens geniais, roupas maravilhosas e iluminações deliciosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exemplos: A Passagem, Aeon Flux, Instinto Selvagem 2. Clássicos da artificialidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu adoro. A-D-O-R-O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ao som de The Organ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-114581344474445272?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/114581344474445272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=114581344474445272&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114581344474445272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114581344474445272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/04/casano-tendnmssias.html' title='casano tendënmssias'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-114567935389867540</id><published>2006-04-22T01:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T01:15:53.910-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Assisti aquele filme Aeon Flux uns dia aí pra trais.</title><content type='html'>E é legal. Nice surprise. Ele é um exemplo de como a imagem pode ser tão importante a ponto de nem se prestar atenção na história. Não que a história seja ruim, mas só de ver as roupas, as maquiagens e os cenários - ué. Mas como é a história mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Falar de filme é chatinho. Tinha até pensado em escrever outra coisa, sobre "uh, como é bom sentir-se bem e com uma força interior TÃO poderosa que pode ser sentida a milhas de distância", mas é piegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o negócio é o seguinte: ter 19 anos e ser rigorosa o bastante pra chegar ao ponto de não ter amigos é difícil. Não que eu sinta falta, mas esse é exatamente o problema. Não precisar de ninguém é o cúmulo da anormalidade. Resumindo: tô fudida. (Sem contar que parecer mais velha do que eu sou nem é um elogio. Mostra que eu sou séria demais. E eu sou, mas só em certos aspectos.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra arrematar -&gt; Como disse a Keira Knightley: "ter como modelo alguém tão jovem como eu é completamente idiota." Ela tem 20 anos. E é gêniazinha, diga-se de passagem. Que frase excelente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-114567935389867540?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/114567935389867540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=114567935389867540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114567935389867540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114567935389867540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/04/assisti-aquele-filme-aeon-flux-uns-dia.html' title='Assisti aquele filme Aeon Flux uns dia aí pra trais.'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-114549708678561850</id><published>2006-04-19T22:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T22:38:06.796-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha professora de Filosofia.</title><content type='html'>Eu tenho uma professora de Filosofia que é simplesmente fantástica. Por isso (e pela carência de gente inteligente no mundo):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frases da minha professora de Filosofia, Magda Guadalupe&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Depois você fala pra ela que eu sou do Mal e que a minha incidência moral é fulminante." - diz ela a uma aluna da minha sala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A mulher tem que falar ALTO, porque senão ela só simula, é uma mera representação da fala alheia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As pessoas têm tanta necessidade de afirmar a própria subjetividade que desconsideram o outro." - diz Magda, sobre o uso de telefones celulares na companhia de amigos e namoradas(os).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Colocar texto meu no xerox é uma AFRONTA à minha dignidade" - após ter brigado com os rapazes estúpidos que trabalham no xerox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GÖSEI LÏTROS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-114549708678561850?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/114549708678561850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=114549708678561850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114549708678561850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114549708678561850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/04/minha-professora-de-filosofia.html' title='Minha professora de Filosofia.'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-114481035719454157</id><published>2006-04-11T23:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T23:52:37.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'>/////ç~]ç]~</title><content type='html'>rafael lapigna: acho que quando eu tomar o poder vo matá metade da população? e vai ser cime ser sujo?&lt;br /&gt;rafael lapigna: crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iêda: se eu tomasse o poder tava todo mundo FUDIDO&lt;br /&gt;Iêda: soh digo iso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rafael lapigna: eu tb&lt;br /&gt;rafael lapigna: eu ia ALOPRÁ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iêda (10/4/2006 00:30:37): UHAHUAHUAHUAUHAHUAUHAUHHUAHUA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rafael lapigna: ia sai cortano cabeça adoidado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iêda: tipow robespirerr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rafael lapigna: sim&lt;br /&gt;rafael lapigna: tipow revolussoes burgesas CORTEM KBESSA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iêda: tipo imagina o presidente falando TO ALPRANO TO ALOPRÄNO&lt;br /&gt;Iêda: uhahuauhaauhauhauhauhauhauhauha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rafael lapigna: HAUHAUHUAHUAUHUAHUAHUHAUHAHUAHUAUUAHUAHUA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iêda: ai,v elho, que vontade de rir&lt;br /&gt;Iêda: UHAUHAUHAHUAuhahuAUHauhAUHuhaUHAuhauhAUHhua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rafael lapigna: a ONU "por favor sr prezidente pare com genocidio em seu pais?" ae ele "kl bok TO ALOPRANO EU SO EH DOIDO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iêda: e a onu falando "c eh punk mano/"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rafael lapigna: HAUHAUHAUUAHAUHUAHUAHUAUHUA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iêda: imagina que mundo (L) seria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rafael lapigna: onu: "para de mata os kra"&lt;br /&gt;rafael lapigna: prezidente: "eh so os kra q fas letras, relaxa"&lt;br /&gt;rafael lapigna: onu: "ah entao bls vamo toma uma breja rsrsrs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iêda: q isso relaxa abre uma skol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-114481035719454157?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/114481035719454157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=114481035719454157&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114481035719454157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114481035719454157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='/////ç~]ç]~'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-114461451679825307</id><published>2006-04-09T17:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T17:28:36.926-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer</title><content type='html'>Filme clichê. C-l-i-c-h-ê. E tem gente que AAAAAAAAAAMA esse filme. Aí, eu fiquei pensando o porquê desse frenesi. Será que o filme é clichê exatamente porque relações amorosas são clichezentas e é pra ser desse jeito mesmo e todo mundo que gosta do filme entendeu isso? Muito improvável, porque as pessoas são idiotas de uma maneira geral e, se o filme fosse clichê por esse motivo, se o cara tivesse feito um filme clichê pra retratar como relações amorosas são óbvias MESMO,  aí sim o filme seria genial. Mas ninguém pensa assim, só eu e mais umas... 3 pessoas no mundo (paranóicas, of course). Sem contar que 3 dos 4 atores principais são simplesmente as pessoas mais caretonas que o diretor conseguiu encontrar. Ah, não. Não pode. Esse cara tem que ter feito isso de propósito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-114461451679825307?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/114461451679825307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=114461451679825307&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114461451679825307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114461451679825307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/04/closer.html' title='Closer'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-114324617201046250</id><published>2006-03-24T21:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T21:22:52.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'>¬¬</title><content type='html'>Joguei minha calcinha pela janela hoje, sem querer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;q q 6 ächão&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-114324617201046250?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/114324617201046250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=114324617201046250&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114324617201046250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114324617201046250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title='¬¬'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-114314799626200073</id><published>2006-03-23T18:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T18:06:36.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nossa, eu estou escutando umas músicas ultimamente que estão me pondo em transe, juro por Deus. TÕ PIRÄNO. Tipo hoje: Interpol no caminho pro "colégio". She Wants Revenge quando chego em casa. Deep house. Se eu pudesse me comunicar só através de músicas seria tão mais fácil. Igual eu já falei uma vez: as pessoas devem escutar o que eu escuto, sempre. É maravilhoso porque é igual literatura. Você fica completamente fora da realidade e cria uma dimensão emocional alheia a tudo. Só existe o que acontece dentro da sua cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bom pra &lt;em&gt;criatividade.&lt;/em&gt; Humph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-114314799626200073?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/114314799626200073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=114314799626200073&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114314799626200073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114314799626200073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/03/nossa-eu-estou-escutando-umas-msicas.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-114282153818793215</id><published>2006-03-19T23:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T23:25:38.206-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Time is like a bullet from behind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I run for cover just like you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time is like a liquid in my hands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I swim for dry land just like you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time is just a fiction of my mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will survive and so will you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And so will you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-114282153818793215?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/114282153818793215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=114282153818793215&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114282153818793215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114282153818793215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/03/time-is-like-bullet-from-behind-i-run.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-114279550866200704</id><published>2006-03-19T16:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T16:18:55.723-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"É preciso atentar para a qualidade dos atos que praticamos, porquanto da sua diferença se pode aquilatar a diferença de caracteres. E não é coisa de somenos que desde a nossa juventude nos habituemos desta ou daquela maneira. Tem, pelo contrário, imensa importância, ou melhor: tudo depende disso."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aristóteles, &lt;em&gt;Ética a Nicômaco&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filosofia é legal, cheia de conselhos bons. Coisas boas. O problema é o academicismo, como sempre. Os professores dificultam algo que não é difícil. E isso aumenta a intolerância dos alunos, que ficam cada vez mais burros. A faculdade devia era diminuir a burrice das pessoas, não tentar direcioná-la para outros campos. Depois me vem professor falando "ah, vocês vão ter uma linguagem cada vez mais sofisticada e ficarão cada vez mais chiques." Mas de quê isso adianta se, na hora de ler Platão, eles não conseguem entender e falam AH, ESSE CARA É UM BOSTA. Sofisticação. PFFFFFF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-114279550866200704?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/114279550866200704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=114279550866200704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114279550866200704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114279550866200704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/03/preciso-atentar-para-qualidade-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-114177854729467768</id><published>2006-03-07T21:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T21:45:21.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Filha de Madonna pergunta se mãe é lésbica</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;da Folha Online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A musa pop Madonna, 47, disse que sua filha, Lourdes, anda "obcecada" por gays. Em entrevista a ser publicada na revista "Out", e antecipada por sites americanos, a cantora contou que teve que dar explicações quando a menina perguntou sobre o beijo que ela deu em Britney Spears no Vídeo Music Awards da MTV em 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[Lourdes] é realmente obcecada com quem é gay", disse Madonna. "E ela até me perguntou 'Mãe, você sabia que dizem que você é lésbica?', eu disse 'Ah, é? Por quê?' e ela respondeu 'Porque você beijou a Britney Spears'".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madonna beijou Britney durante a festa da MTV em sua performance de "Like a Virgin". Madonna, porém, contou que tentou explicar de forma lúdica o motivo do beijo. "Eu disse 'Não, isso só quer dizer que eu beijei a Britney Spears. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sou a mamãe pop star e ela é a nenê pop star. E eu a beijei para passar minha energia a ela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Linda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-114177854729467768?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/114177854729467768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=114177854729467768&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114177854729467768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114177854729467768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/03/filha-de-madonna-pergunta-se-me-lsbica.html' title='Filha de Madonna pergunta se mãe é lésbica'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-114160273349846971</id><published>2006-03-05T20:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T20:52:13.510-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nossa, eu sou muito boba. Credo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém me dá alguma coisa pra eu acordar só daqui a uns meses e com a memória apagada, por favor? E, preferencialmente, com uma outra maneira de pensar. Eu já estou me cansando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-114160273349846971?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/114160273349846971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=114160273349846971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114160273349846971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114160273349846971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/03/nossa-eu-sou-muito-boba.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-114133369617679216</id><published>2006-03-02T18:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:08:16.193-03:00</updated><title type='text'>(L)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Your name used to taste so sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then you beat the love right out of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a mistery how people behave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How we long for a life as a slave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tumble into any open arms &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That would only ever do you harm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, isn't that special? Letra do Cardigans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-114133369617679216?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/114133369617679216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=114133369617679216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114133369617679216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114133369617679216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/03/l.html' title='(L)'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-114088496275852270</id><published>2006-02-25T13:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T13:29:22.893-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estava assistindo aquele filme Em Carne Viva e finalmente entendi porque eu gosto dele (apesar de achá-lo ruim ao mesmo tempo; talvez pelo mesmo motivo): ele mostra quase perfeitamente como a mente da mulher funciona. Aquela coisa de prestar atenção nos detalhes, tentar achar beleza em coisas inusitadas e, ao mesmo tempo em que está dentro de um carro tendo uma conversa séria com alguém, se deixar levar pela imagem de uma mulher correndo pela rua ou por uma bandeira tremulando na fachada de um prédio. É assim: a gente presta atenção em várias coisas ao mesmo tempo. E tudo nos toca muito, muito mesmo. Coisas bobas, como no filme aqueles poemas nos vagões do metrô (que eu acho &lt;strong&gt;lindíssimos&lt;/strong&gt;) ou certas palavras que as pessoas falam. Eu acho que isso é curiosidade. Curiosidade sobre as realidades dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, se algum dia, eu falar isso pra um homem, ele pode muito bem dizer "ah, mas eu não concordo". E eu responderei "eu não pedi pra você concordar ou discordar. É simplesmente a mente da mulher e você não vai conseguir captar". O que é uma pena, porque eu acho que a intenção da Jane Campion era exatamente essa: mostrar como a mente da mulher funciona. E ela conseguiu. Sim, a história do filme é chatinha, mas é só não dar a devida importância a isso e se concentrar nas impressões da personagem. É bem legal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-114088496275852270?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/114088496275852270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=114088496275852270&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114088496275852270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114088496275852270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/02/estava-assistindo-aquele-filme-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635443.post-114030415917166922</id><published>2006-02-18T20:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T21:09:19.186-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Descobri qual o grande problema.</title><content type='html'>Em um filme chamado Código 46, tem uma cena na qual os personagens principais falam algo parecido com o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"- Você tem filhos?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim,  tenho um.&lt;br /&gt;- Aposto que ele é muito especial.&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, ele é mesmo. Como você sabe?&lt;br /&gt;- Com tantas crianças especiais, eu sempre me pergunto por que existem tantos adultos medíocres."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As crianças em geral realmente são incrivelmente inteligentes, independente se os pais são babacas ou gênios. A pronúncia das crianças, o jeito com o qual elas falam as coisas e o poder de observação delas é muito legal. Mas o problema é a &lt;strong&gt;escola&lt;/strong&gt;. No momento em que as crianças são obrigadas a conviver com gente burra (que pode ser tanto os outros coleguinhas quanto os professores), elas perdem essa genialidade. E nem é só a convivência com pessoas idiotas que faz isso. É a mediocridade dos exercícios e do ensino em geral. Nós não podemos conviver com outras pessoas enquanto não soubermos quem nós somos. As crianças devem ter tempo pra saberem o que querem, do que elas gostam (e, por conseqüência, quem elas são) antes de serem enfiadas num lugar escroto com gente escrota. A gente só consegue lidar com a mediocridade de uma maneira distante quando conhecemos a nós próprios. Senão, ela nos infecta. And then it´s all down hill from there, old boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, dêem-me meu prêmio Nobel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635443-114030415917166922?l=camposdelondres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/feeds/114030415917166922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635443&amp;postID=114030415917166922&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114030415917166922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635443/posts/default/114030415917166922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camposdelondres.blogspot.com/2006/02/descobri-qual-o-grande-problema.html' title='Descobri qual o grande problema.'/><author><name>Bad Cop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18112142072971196187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
