tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14012117945540108112012-02-16T18:30:26.097-08:00Contitos e Croniquetesükmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848577506788306260noreply@blogger.comBlogger271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401211794554010811.post-59657253850968181792007-12-27T04:18:00.002-08:002007-12-27T04:19:40.438-08:00No fundo da mala, culpas gigantescas abafadas com sofrimentos dobrados e separados por cores. Espaços ociosos ocupados com saudades estampadas (para combinar com os biquínis).<br /><br />No fundo do rio, a mala.<br /><br />No fundo da alma, a esperança.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401211794554010811-5965725385096818179?l=flordosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ükmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848577506788306260noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401211794554010811.post-63634593347377331932007-12-27T04:18:00.001-08:002007-12-27T04:18:49.727-08:00Palavras de amor soltas ao vento, anunciam perigo. Desobedeça e será bombardeada.Protegida sim, mas até quando?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401211794554010811-6363459334737733193?l=flordosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ükmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848577506788306260noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401211794554010811.post-22274809672105529222007-12-26T06:13:00.001-08:002007-12-26T06:13:30.679-08:00Seus pés virados para o passado anulam chances de aproximação. Cuidado. Os silvos agudos ecoam pela mata e a menina-curupira, livre, nunca mais será corrompida. Oferendas não a iludem mais.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401211794554010811-2227480967210552922?l=flordosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ükmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848577506788306260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401211794554010811.post-90761673471921462072007-12-26T06:12:00.001-08:002007-12-26T06:12:58.373-08:00No fundo da mala, culpas gigantescas abafadas com sofrimentos dobrados e separados por cores. Espaços ociosos ocupados com saudades estampadas (para combinar com os biquínis).<br /><br />No fundo do rio, a mala.<br />No fundo da alma, a esperança.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401211794554010811-9076167347192146207?l=flordosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ükmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848577506788306260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401211794554010811.post-31487181858898545182007-12-20T09:43:00.000-08:002007-12-20T09:44:34.077-08:00- Deus! O que é isso na minha perna?<br />- Dilatações permanentes e patológicas das veias - respondeu o Todo Poderoso.<br />- O que eu faço, agora?<br />- Conforma-te.<br /><br />Brechó - só hoje!<br />Mini-saias R$ 5,00<br />Shorts R$ 8,00<br />Vestidos R$10,00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401211794554010811-3148718185889854518?l=flordosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ükmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848577506788306260noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401211794554010811.post-42006070711946679592007-12-20T04:42:00.001-08:002007-12-20T04:42:20.800-08:00Inocente<br />A forca não me intimida. Tenho asas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401211794554010811-4200607071194667959?l=flordosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ükmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848577506788306260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401211794554010811.post-62949530107499977982007-12-20T04:01:00.001-08:002007-12-20T04:23:59.497-08:00Adeus Ano Velho. Esta despedida, pelo menos, eu já esperava. Feliz Ano Novo no meu coração.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401211794554010811-6294953010749997798?l=flordosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ükmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848577506788306260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401211794554010811.post-14789192580455816142007-12-17T07:19:00.000-08:002007-12-17T07:20:05.723-08:00Você diz que me ama. Eu corro em busca de abrigo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401211794554010811-1478919258045581614?l=flordosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ükmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848577506788306260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401211794554010811.post-34859761869655703332007-12-17T06:51:00.001-08:002007-12-17T06:51:48.872-08:00dá um beijo, chupa meu pau. Dá o teu telefone. tchau<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401211794554010811-3485976186965570333?l=flordosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ükmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848577506788306260noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401211794554010811.post-55154518764796253042007-11-21T04:10:00.002-08:002007-11-21T04:11:14.364-08:00Uma caneta cravada na jugular após a assinatura de um cheque em branco. Muitos latrocínios depois, ainda não foi descontado.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401211794554010811-5515451876479625304?l=flordosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ükmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848577506788306260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401211794554010811.post-59192347802009438452007-11-21T04:10:00.001-08:002007-11-21T04:10:53.182-08:00Lágrimas. Suor. É você novamente, Pesadelo?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401211794554010811-5919234780200943845?l=flordosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ükmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848577506788306260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401211794554010811.post-59938116972295972342007-11-21T04:09:00.000-08:002007-11-21T04:10:17.242-08:00Descoberta recente: varizes nas pernas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401211794554010811-5993811697229597234?l=flordosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ükmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848577506788306260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401211794554010811.post-71557211026611383872007-11-21T04:08:00.002-08:002007-11-21T04:09:29.646-08:00Aquele bilhete desconcertante ordenava que ela voltasse ao cemitério à meia-noite e o esperasse atrás do mausoléu. Atônita... observou a profanação do túmulo do amante e sua saída, vivo! Precisavam correr para ao aeroporto. Paris os aguardava.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401211794554010811-7155721102661138387?l=flordosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ükmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848577506788306260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401211794554010811.post-23270545538577537462007-11-21T04:08:00.001-08:002007-11-21T04:08:33.317-08:00Quando o elevador parou, a destemida abelha lhe sorriu vitoriosa.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401211794554010811-2327054553857753746?l=flordosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ükmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848577506788306260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401211794554010811.post-76810928905131798222007-11-21T04:07:00.004-08:002007-11-21T04:08:05.437-08:00Abandonou o Direito e encontrou a realização profissional na culinária: suas tortas eram maravilhosas!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401211794554010811-7681092890513179822?l=flordosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ükmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848577506788306260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401211794554010811.post-50554707831334027802007-11-21T04:07:00.003-08:002007-11-21T04:07:31.399-08:00Após 364 dias de felicitações pelo seu desaniversário, ele deu um basta. Chega de tanto desrespeito.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401211794554010811-5055470783133402780?l=flordosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ükmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848577506788306260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401211794554010811.post-16833919558603966872007-11-21T04:07:00.001-08:002007-11-21T04:07:06.817-08:00Mentiroso! Acreditara mesmo que ele se importava com ela e que queria ajudá-la. Seis meses depois de ter assinado aquele cheque e decidido fugir da terapia, ela ainda esperava por um telefonema preocupado do seu psiquiatra.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401211794554010811-1683391955860396687?l=flordosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ükmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848577506788306260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401211794554010811.post-11009112528484210102007-11-21T04:06:00.001-08:002007-11-21T04:06:39.033-08:00Enjoada de longos romances, ela prefere agora, usufruir do prazer instântaneo dos nanos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401211794554010811-1100911252848421010?l=flordosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ükmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848577506788306260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401211794554010811.post-38027362551347127272007-11-21T04:05:00.000-08:002007-11-21T04:06:13.383-08:00Lá vem ela novamente. Pula no meu colo, se esfrega em mim, enche minha boca de pêlo, depois se cansa e desaparece. Que bonitinha a gata da minha namorada.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401211794554010811-3802736255134712727?l=flordosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ükmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848577506788306260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401211794554010811.post-67864613844722611242007-11-21T04:04:00.002-08:002007-11-21T04:05:53.129-08:00Ela percorreu um longo caminho pelo esgoto até chegar ao Rio<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401211794554010811-6786461384472261124?l=flordosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ükmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848577506788306260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401211794554010811.post-44730084565010880432007-11-21T04:04:00.001-08:002007-11-21T04:04:51.347-08:00- Saia! - disse o jovem a sua namorada ao flagrá-la vestindo uma calça jeans muito justa e inapropriada para o cinema.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401211794554010811-4473008456501088043?l=flordosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ükmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848577506788306260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401211794554010811.post-43709845661000167052007-11-21T04:03:00.001-08:002007-11-21T04:03:46.754-08:00- querida, coloquei aparelho nos dentes- disse o sádico, sorrindo.<br />- otimo, pois coloquei um piercing na vulva - respondeu a masoquista, afastando as pernas...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401211794554010811-4370984566100016705?l=flordosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ükmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848577506788306260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401211794554010811.post-79574788330573263292007-11-21T04:02:00.000-08:002007-11-21T04:03:10.873-08:00- Quero o divórcio - ela disse.<br />Cinco anos se passaram:<br />- Quero o divórcio - ele disse.<br />Dez anos depois:<br />- Queremos o divórcio! - eles disseram.<br /><br />Eis que a morte, irritada com aquele empate, entrou em campo e decidiu a partida.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401211794554010811-7957478833057326329?l=flordosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ükmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848577506788306260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401211794554010811.post-9674167067239304252007-11-21T04:01:00.000-08:002007-11-21T04:02:07.965-08:00Metrô lotado. Viu o decote ao lado e teve uma ereção. A bunda grande encostada, rebolou. Arrepios atrás: cheiro no cangote. Lamentou que era sexta-feira.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401211794554010811-967416706723930425?l=flordosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ükmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848577506788306260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401211794554010811.post-50592118884612950662007-11-21T04:00:00.000-08:002007-11-21T04:01:02.935-08:00Depois do vigésimo primeiro cliente, pediu um tempo técnico para recuperar as energias.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401211794554010811-5059211888461295066?l=flordosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ükmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848577506788306260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401211794554010811.post-599911915327927572007-11-21T03:59:00.000-08:002007-11-21T04:00:14.776-08:00Comprou CDs piratas com dinheiro falso<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401211794554010811-59991191532792757?l=flordosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ükmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848577506788306260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401211794554010811.post-57329513078738450892007-11-21T03:56:00.000-08:002007-11-21T03:59:35.160-08:00Mais um. Menos um.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401211794554010811-5732951307873845089?l=flordosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ükmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848577506788306260noreply@blogger.com0