tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81257267837729201122024-02-21T00:27:59.532+00:00BanalidadesAndando de blog em blog, reparei que temos a mania de escrever sempre o que achamos ser importante!
Por isso resolvi abrir este blog, onde as banalidades do dia á dia não têm importância nenhuma, mas que, de uma maneira ou de outra me fazem sentir bem, ou mal!
Por isso aqui será tudo diferente. Tudo será “Banal” como tudo será “Importante”
LisaLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982132252115033706noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125726783772920112.post-76737431777809239502009-08-20T14:22:00.002+01:002009-08-20T14:24:10.649+01:00Casados de fresco<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHSjtU6i_rvtiY61WdJVmrwNI7TOh0a_-JzsKtqQ0tG5M7UKbCtN9FI-MKJ4hp2K77JaPTRgbPVj2Lq_X282gpduUhECZ-Ose0tJzj0J2yuiu1eg_YMBwr_Rl5sZMuYtGA1hoDSygxQWM/s1600-h/0359_8242.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372036008590853138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHSjtU6i_rvtiY61WdJVmrwNI7TOh0a_-JzsKtqQ0tG5M7UKbCtN9FI-MKJ4hp2K77JaPTRgbPVj2Lq_X282gpduUhECZ-Ose0tJzj0J2yuiu1eg_YMBwr_Rl5sZMuYtGA1hoDSygxQWM/s400/0359_8242.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Olha lá mulher…</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Casados ou não se bates com a cabeça num poste faço de ti uns sapatos!</span></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982132252115033706noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125726783772920112.post-42303761828065969382009-08-20T14:12:00.003+01:002009-08-20T14:17:09.305+01:00Carrinho de rolamentos Radical<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdtPiEg0Ifl5bsND7ny5OyA1KKrJ_u7V-fDUxNwUVdkPCSIo-tvkTksvN8OfnQTrKcaAczcZ_qwCSmweLapcP5x4D4EjwmbDcHMs_y5Hhd9Lsab37g_o7u5-Bfayxx08rtFQoMosxgfSY/s1600-h/hitching-a-ride_7824.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372034351684756290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdtPiEg0Ifl5bsND7ny5OyA1KKrJ_u7V-fDUxNwUVdkPCSIo-tvkTksvN8OfnQTrKcaAczcZ_qwCSmweLapcP5x4D4EjwmbDcHMs_y5Hhd9Lsab37g_o7u5-Bfayxx08rtFQoMosxgfSY/s400/hitching-a-ride_7824.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">quando a camioneta parar .....</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">A esta velocidade os cabelos até ficam bem pentiadinhos...</span></div></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982132252115033706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125726783772920112.post-30927742462663096802009-08-20T13:58:00.001+01:002009-08-20T14:04:35.688+01:00Ir à praia pra quê?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig7mD5MTT6fJk2TGaAVGXKxSMrWwe0rSdHg3ArkVcOOAaOwxVtfM6Rz6nl_qxO7-iVi7DGSy713b5HNG1nhnl6-mai_lIGzI_bIiNOw-XpUurO_WPHvte8TRon5a1BQEWydKzOHM6mCV8/s1600-h/thebest-place-to-sunbath_6099.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372030850668050098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig7mD5MTT6fJk2TGaAVGXKxSMrWwe0rSdHg3ArkVcOOAaOwxVtfM6Rz6nl_qxO7-iVi7DGSy713b5HNG1nhnl6-mai_lIGzI_bIiNOw-XpUurO_WPHvte8TRon5a1BQEWydKzOHM6mCV8/s400/thebest-place-to-sunbath_6099.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">pelo menos podiam ocupar só um lugar</span> ....</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982132252115033706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125726783772920112.post-66109131187370334622009-08-20T13:56:00.002+01:002009-08-20T14:05:36.482+01:00Burros<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitjv4h1GKfG5LuzwbQVFOawk5-pHUywd73nlnA_xp7imRtokfg7GM6sFo2x39YwtFO65AMFxfWhzDjwmHI4IzhqZaXjnGIs9u_a1tdYtcTO-Pao2bk88M0Z5cZTti4miXFuWhh7irmzhk/s1600-h/1071_6318.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372029347684767298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitjv4h1GKfG5LuzwbQVFOawk5-pHUywd73nlnA_xp7imRtokfg7GM6sFo2x39YwtFO65AMFxfWhzDjwmHI4IzhqZaXjnGIs9u_a1tdYtcTO-Pao2bk88M0Z5cZTti4miXFuWhh7irmzhk/s400/1071_6318.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Quantos de nós já não vimos esta imagem.<br />Pois é…acabei de encontra-la na net e fiquei .....<br />imagem impossivel ,os pinguins e os ursos têm pólos opostos.<br />Mais uma para nos fazer passar por burros..<br /><br />Lisa</span></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982132252115033706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125726783772920112.post-91341941841901376762009-08-20T13:25:00.001+01:002009-08-20T13:29:35.981+01:00Proibido fazer cócó<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwWrvI0Hs79GaRT_dFdPzpWdNPvWiuuJkpOPYo_gxIyw7fZZRLXB8Mw-pRV7SQs0YlSiczxAKd-6s7GCCnmynwRPB7JTPeHkk6xwgugQq_6lglTcjYAjiGaB4eNwsmH_cnanzDJAtPOS0/s1600-h/1588_2673.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372021993801848738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwWrvI0Hs79GaRT_dFdPzpWdNPvWiuuJkpOPYo_gxIyw7fZZRLXB8Mw-pRV7SQs0YlSiczxAKd-6s7GCCnmynwRPB7JTPeHkk6xwgugQq_6lglTcjYAjiGaB4eNwsmH_cnanzDJAtPOS0/s400/1588_2673.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> e eu pensei que ja tinha visto de tudo</span><br /><br /></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982132252115033706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125726783772920112.post-31329812037803493162009-08-20T13:22:00.002+01:002009-08-20T13:25:35.935+01:00Afinal O Papão Existe<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQsYIvivbPm20f9tTWsDQBfpK_aeKyHeoHWugnfiktMo6aDB_vIhgZMUuxZNw56XRLfD7qjLxYTC5ECGtu16_RYCPNshQ5dRiJQ2wm8tHMnztXZgIOmiZBG8x55cPz9nVlc1gi84NQnDI/s1600-h/529_5971.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372020603930978034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQsYIvivbPm20f9tTWsDQBfpK_aeKyHeoHWugnfiktMo6aDB_vIhgZMUuxZNw56XRLfD7qjLxYTC5ECGtu16_RYCPNshQ5dRiJQ2wm8tHMnztXZgIOmiZBG8x55cPz9nVlc1gi84NQnDI/s400/529_5971.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">desde entao a criança começou a obedecer os pais...</span></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982132252115033706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125726783772920112.post-77834948791947132292009-08-20T13:17:00.001+01:002009-08-20T13:22:32.909+01:00Como uma loira faz um Print-Screen<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1M4TODQQDHqxAdKqhFoShCfQR8L4u8P1kgOrjvI0bEDpCOyKO8D0s9EbtleTjVOVNd28fdBcxbwkfzHm0WrEL3AWrQe4RHz1Pa4n-QcLsuBO97MKDvn_3REKFOfxVjaKwJnkNTGkKEu8/s1600-h/493_5583.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372020189548942450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1M4TODQQDHqxAdKqhFoShCfQR8L4u8P1kgOrjvI0bEDpCOyKO8D0s9EbtleTjVOVNd28fdBcxbwkfzHm0WrEL3AWrQe4RHz1Pa4n-QcLsuBO97MKDvn_3REKFOfxVjaKwJnkNTGkKEu8/s400/493_5583.jpg" /></a><strong> Sem comentário</strong><br /><br /></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982132252115033706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125726783772920112.post-65556229343353840942009-08-20T13:15:00.002+01:002009-08-20T13:16:35.854+01:00Caraças! Não chego lá!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCvFnKz3lALd3p2vr638fcA47Lc7yBiGF_L-u2wQKa18DGb5fmEenBdUNqtpKnHNqlY-AUPL8T7lZLiIy8YzAbdZwTW3RepBLIykON-GRuHpfpNSq5V2-BrRC7tcrJryXlyOl0UUOqvkk/s1600-h/thirsty-kitty_2038.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 385px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372018675927984258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCvFnKz3lALd3p2vr638fcA47Lc7yBiGF_L-u2wQKa18DGb5fmEenBdUNqtpKnHNqlY-AUPL8T7lZLiIy8YzAbdZwTW3RepBLIykON-GRuHpfpNSq5V2-BrRC7tcrJryXlyOl0UUOqvkk/s400/thirsty-kitty_2038.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Nao ha para ai uma palhinha ?</span></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982132252115033706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125726783772920112.post-3650377419686973232009-08-20T13:06:00.002+01:002009-08-20T13:12:03.067+01:00McDonalds, estão mesmo em todo o lugar!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjELpk0BETtvO_1l7df4CDjJoNoRzSlPX-C6H5NEvmK5gCuPAp_QcN6hbcbD2QimkW8hAPgkdK6elwov-4Kx1HHL6jtxtuJzkCsiT8S05UeXGlXi1KPBvqpjZK48-ngFflv1MtQtMlbSlc/s1600-h/335_6264.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372017271660197186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjELpk0BETtvO_1l7df4CDjJoNoRzSlPX-C6H5NEvmK5gCuPAp_QcN6hbcbD2QimkW8hAPgkdK6elwov-4Kx1HHL6jtxtuJzkCsiT8S05UeXGlXi1KPBvqpjZK48-ngFflv1MtQtMlbSlc/s400/335_6264.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> O poder do franchising<br /></span><br /></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982132252115033706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125726783772920112.post-86825964454056157572009-08-20T13:02:00.004+01:002009-08-20T13:13:05.901+01:00Serviço de mudanças para quê?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl0lZesdtXGtOJK8C1wgohItJOqnNJd-RVZyzkICSdgsAWlzsIMWO1Xdbh6y8_OrqFivjwdP6diwaH_F_Ch8ouz0kmdq5i07cWi9-JZzTV_xc62aJgBCt9B-yokbT83SxMKuEv0-Z6HvQ/s1600-h/1082_4400.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 486px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372015786714936994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl0lZesdtXGtOJK8C1wgohItJOqnNJd-RVZyzkICSdgsAWlzsIMWO1Xdbh6y8_OrqFivjwdP6diwaH_F_Ch8ouz0kmdq5i07cWi9-JZzTV_xc62aJgBCt9B-yokbT83SxMKuEv0-Z6HvQ/s400/1082_4400.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixQY_70nhTJhYViRM7dMbsAGNwi6xKhw4sjM6S3_59-3XslMGyPSKqcfCMriuFl2HQJtDgtI74fJu_HKnpQ1FsfjkZDgl84rAPFjpQEzPB3jaIKcjDOXPWFgNXuVM-6VDh-f833T7ZtO8/s1600-h/1082_4400.jpg"></a><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">é estrangeiro nao faz mal.....se fosse um português ja estava f....</span><br /></div><div></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982132252115033706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125726783772920112.post-83313373463612703042009-08-20T12:56:00.001+01:002009-08-20T12:58:16.860+01:00Carro Anti-crise<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyAWQBwpUHbCLeY-pIXnDKBbvuaFRnsoIYVcngAWoTB3741TK6lEGxNe60Kg0mb33-dYByc00_MOKwgxZwtVp432VYq52soKKim2BNBLPMxjRpP4NAB6Zj3-ell1cJAsPH4A_8XTPftVc/s1600-h/carr1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372013984442077282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyAWQBwpUHbCLeY-pIXnDKBbvuaFRnsoIYVcngAWoTB3741TK6lEGxNe60Kg0mb33-dYByc00_MOKwgxZwtVp432VYq52soKKim2BNBLPMxjRpP4NAB6Zj3-ell1cJAsPH4A_8XTPftVc/s400/carr1.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">O que fazemos, fazemos bem. Finalmente um automóvel totalmente MADE IN PORTUGAL, é o Magalhães dos automóveis.<br />Automóvel à venda em Portugal a partir de 2010 em KIT ou já montado.<br />eu vou ja encomendar um desses ..hehehhehehe</span></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982132252115033706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125726783772920112.post-34203359341627944832009-08-20T12:48:00.002+01:002009-08-20T12:50:27.425+01:00Amanhã chega o José Sócrates<span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;">A Directora da Prisão de Caxias agarra num megafone e comunica aos presos no pátio:</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">- Atenção! Chega de preguiça! Chega de bandalheira!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Quero toda a gente a varrer e a limpar toda esta porcaria! </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Amanhã chega o primeiro-ministro José Sócrates.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">- Um dos presos comenta para outro:</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">- Porra! Custou, mas prenderam o gajo...</span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372011820990124722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihz-eTXI4QF_toEGOakVbPtgb0jm0G-YJ1CdRNlkfdk80ZqRl1wuOx6zp9TaIpZx9i58UGTNJ_BdnN7N2WLC3nhfG9MvSWc0XSxeZyNR5b5JAbUpKi872bHr-oJKlsMpRckQhzLHWxsnI/s400/dyn002_original_265_210_gif_58690_a4001979dce5b066d7689c384cbc8b85.gif" /></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982132252115033706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125726783772920112.post-14544747421441432872009-08-20T12:42:00.001+01:002009-08-20T12:46:26.061+01:00Mulher é assim mesmo!<span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Miquelina conduzia rua abaixo a suar porque tinha uma reunião importante e não conseguia encontrar um lugar para estacionar. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Olhou para o céu disse:-Meu Deus, tem pena de mim. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Se me arranjares um lugar para estacionar passarei a ir à missa todos os Domingos até ao fim dos meus dias e não farei mais sexo nem beberei álcool.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Como que por milagre, aparece um lugar para estacionar.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Ela olha então para o céu e diz:-Esquece o que eu disse! Já encontrei um!</span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372010817912525394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUUlevWjNGfdv2g6xx_C0TZLX0PVaYH9FmNaPAZIEAD8REigu-yQFh3Vl4IdV69Q_YJwwUmLAnTQ5sJ_5_qyKl6R56KuzntWCzPnoLK4RSM8OFkACaUxSovyrjbD9iT7KhzpyOpbRa8o4/s400/rirz.gif" /></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982132252115033706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125726783772920112.post-22901191653913141632009-08-20T12:39:00.001+01:002009-08-20T12:42:24.921+01:00Sem comentários<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih67kdu6nXTEs4DxBEmugLefDltk0cHPaFPKT3zs0KdqRKCioNxjv6pH78Xw9AGxSROpyf3BLYg4fIkQGjzDr1NnqX6Na5NlBwS9nZvvObfeP-j0IALXIlG3z9SMv4YrXGxRAexm0M52g/s1600-h/479_1104.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372009932586822930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih67kdu6nXTEs4DxBEmugLefDltk0cHPaFPKT3zs0KdqRKCioNxjv6pH78Xw9AGxSROpyf3BLYg4fIkQGjzDr1NnqX6Na5NlBwS9nZvvObfeP-j0IALXIlG3z9SMv4YrXGxRAexm0M52g/s400/479_1104.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Só se for para deficientes cegos!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">se nao sao deficientes, passam a sê-lo</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Lisa</span></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982132252115033706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125726783772920112.post-43743044130188716192009-08-20T12:33:00.001+01:002009-08-20T12:35:06.587+01:00Cachorro!!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkbQ4YDFEpb0cSEAr0iBYpkEzdS1jR-30c4gUa0OTMIls5eFYNnvG81yESAqRKkzQTfR_JhP2X-eq7O26nUV-Mc8dGWjGwBjz9PuhAIOEbR6LumjgYuNTa-p0lAhvEOXGyvZ9IFdhjN4Y/s1600-h/eatyourgreens_7396.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372008063892197426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkbQ4YDFEpb0cSEAr0iBYpkEzdS1jR-30c4gUa0OTMIls5eFYNnvG81yESAqRKkzQTfR_JhP2X-eq7O26nUV-Mc8dGWjGwBjz9PuhAIOEbR6LumjgYuNTa-p0lAhvEOXGyvZ9IFdhjN4Y/s400/eatyourgreens_7396.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Bom diaaaaa<br />Alguem quer alface no cachorro?????<br /><br />Lisa</span></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982132252115033706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125726783772920112.post-69215490438358512332009-08-20T12:31:00.001+01:002009-08-20T12:33:22.410+01:00Ops!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgox6wNKK4y4WuF9eU_WFcWR_McZvUiDjgkYO54W6-qIBl3yG5GoHQ4R_ygWU3cryLjRlTANMGNjK58ahI1VEYG-fBgjHpWCVGdxR4KXGNniubM4VsmW9s0HU3EubUfZ3YJaqqwHA9vNrU/s1600-h/fallout_3121.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372007565140510098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgox6wNKK4y4WuF9eU_WFcWR_McZvUiDjgkYO54W6-qIBl3yG5GoHQ4R_ygWU3cryLjRlTANMGNjK58ahI1VEYG-fBgjHpWCVGdxR4KXGNniubM4VsmW9s0HU3EubUfZ3YJaqqwHA9vNrU/s400/fallout_3121.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">Quem foi o espertinho que se encostou ao comboio??</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982132252115033706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125726783772920112.post-67184218081402563812009-08-20T12:21:00.000+01:002009-08-20T12:23:00.431+01:00Vou-te Apanhar!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1pcYlLDwsjaYuHXEMuqgYs8JM4xnSmr4-IQc17pclGthCPeeDL41oHvWtr_pvpeEJpnllY5nY6HAb7aatUBvXmIF-lEBoBqZa_YDlj92QiP1cOBEtJHDwDudilvGNG6cl5QvF6JEoNAE/s1600-h/running-on-water_2152.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372004932277352674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1pcYlLDwsjaYuHXEMuqgYs8JM4xnSmr4-IQc17pclGthCPeeDL41oHvWtr_pvpeEJpnllY5nY6HAb7aatUBvXmIF-lEBoBqZa_YDlj92QiP1cOBEtJHDwDudilvGNG6cl5QvF6JEoNAE/s400/running-on-water_2152.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">no desespero um gajo até voa..hheheh<br />Lisa</span></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982132252115033706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125726783772920112.post-4078275719428286242009-08-20T12:19:00.001+01:002009-08-20T12:21:08.049+01:00O problema de conduzir na china<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVllSP4EqXUNNCw2nWFWJKpX5ZsFmQO4NQLyh9UFL1SiAr5p0lSBP1HD9tFsqczS3d6X7iJK3y3OYoRAtBMlAkYd6HxLq_3rxMFd5u3u8hI5tDPgdXMHgF2341zwDnDwWXvwDm_gZGJz8/s1600-h/chinasvetofor_1395.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372004470376768738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVllSP4EqXUNNCw2nWFWJKpX5ZsFmQO4NQLyh9UFL1SiAr5p0lSBP1HD9tFsqczS3d6X7iJK3y3OYoRAtBMlAkYd6HxLq_3rxMFd5u3u8hI5tDPgdXMHgF2341zwDnDwWXvwDm_gZGJz8/s400/chinasvetofor_1395.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Quem não sabe chines não se safa!!!<br />Mesmo quem sabe chines não se safa na mesma...<br />hehe</span></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982132252115033706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125726783772920112.post-33329795830733766592009-08-20T12:17:00.001+01:002009-08-20T12:19:08.372+01:00Assim, é difícil alguém se perder!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDDbzIuh8bGwLvVTsKJVN24LyT6fH_bVY7I2tkQKROpwsD3jhI4mBscB1UB2qrcyXVFn7BTpbuYofvUNyd8wYsmk_6TCYdPHmRWtulRmT3sYfhzYNNN4P7s8DDssQuKDA5DupGOHD0RM0/s1600-h/55270_7288.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372003904092756834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDDbzIuh8bGwLvVTsKJVN24LyT6fH_bVY7I2tkQKROpwsD3jhI4mBscB1UB2qrcyXVFn7BTpbuYofvUNyd8wYsmk_6TCYdPHmRWtulRmT3sYfhzYNNN4P7s8DDssQuKDA5DupGOHD0RM0/s400/55270_7288.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">e dificil, é de alguem encontrar alguma coisa...<br /><br />Eu não me perdi só demorei 3h a encontrar a placa do hotel..</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Lisa</span></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982132252115033706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125726783772920112.post-80264623585630528202009-08-20T12:11:00.002+01:002009-08-20T12:16:40.645+01:00Bom diaaaaa ....está alguém em casa? É o carteiro<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC0TEVqXEG2mLf6BFhmkL_X_gbpHvflo6ew9MT2oZtuobjy2S8SFO2oGKnJULklpxb3elVJELbP5b9401aB0TCHxGmQRF35eMRSOFU_34SuRkDPEPeZNiuzR6RVbzG_ngzBEPuf6mkXTQ/s1600-h/alligatorwantsin_6679.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372003283306491538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC0TEVqXEG2mLf6BFhmkL_X_gbpHvflo6ew9MT2oZtuobjy2S8SFO2oGKnJULklpxb3elVJELbP5b9401aB0TCHxGmQRF35eMRSOFU_34SuRkDPEPeZNiuzR6RVbzG_ngzBEPuf6mkXTQ/s400/alligatorwantsin_6679.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>DENTRO DE CASA:</strong></span> quem é????</div><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>CÁ FORA:</strong></span> é a Maria Albertina, abre á porta...<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Lá dentro:</strong></span> Quem??????<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Cá Fora</strong></span>: é a avózinha...abre lá...<br />bjs<br />Lisa<br /><br /><br /></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982132252115033706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125726783772920112.post-59794450121332875892009-04-08T00:19:00.004+01:002009-04-08T00:36:42.105+01:00Quadro banal<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZsdqQKfw8xZRFfxKoGfgShURneuzYd8nv1xJNfJe9CnBB_e5CJGk99M83bpQKNVkRcLyyd5ya2aGl8KiMOItrd6TuyY7OlXWgCgb25zW_vk2jHVZ34Wsifi7PapeZ4Km5UgtfPh1MeLA/s1600-h/A+ana+%C3%A9.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322094216571649602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZsdqQKfw8xZRFfxKoGfgShURneuzYd8nv1xJNfJe9CnBB_e5CJGk99M83bpQKNVkRcLyyd5ya2aGl8KiMOItrd6TuyY7OlXWgCgb25zW_vk2jHVZ34Wsifi7PapeZ4Km5UgtfPh1MeLA/s400/A+ana+%C3%A9.gif" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff00;"><em>Efeitos :Lisa</em></span></div><br /><br />A minha querida <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">manita</span> ( <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Anna</span>) tem a mania de me chamar Cúbica quadrada no <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">msn</span>..<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mercure</span>... diz:<br /></span>*parva<br />*<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">cúbica</span><br />*quadrada<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Lisa.. diz:<br /></span>*Nem te respondo a isso..não vou me rebaixar ao teu <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">nível</span>..<br />*Mas irás ter uma surpresa , á isso vais, vais<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mercure</span>... diz:</span><br />*<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">ahhahahahah</span><br />*tas á procura de guerra<br />*tas, tas<br />*tas é á procura de texto<br />*<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">já</span> te topei a léguas<br />*pois vais sair daqui de carinho<br />*e é de linhas<br />*<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">hahahahahahhhaha</span><br /><br />.....................Ela tinha razão.........<br /><br />Como sei que ela tem dificuldade em entrar no blog vou aproveitar e lhe fazer uma partida.<br />Assim a cúbica quadrada ficará para a posteridade aqui neste blog..<br /><br /><br />LisaLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982132252115033706noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125726783772920112.post-6061659338276196242009-04-07T19:16:00.004+01:002009-04-07T19:36:51.032+01:00Jornal banal<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWeMTKl7iWv_eEOJQI1_bkv1QwknFJN4rxwdFAdR6AgtCRQsDA7ihsNPRNXrr9TKI-ghPaCjcJj4cvdk5zHPeGJNf-oEAi6FhhM1nkkXBqUsG2duFEtHIm4BM1qRiND09ZmfWFGmoaiAM/s1600-h/correio+da+manh%C3%A3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322015121761971026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWeMTKl7iWv_eEOJQI1_bkv1QwknFJN4rxwdFAdR6AgtCRQsDA7ihsNPRNXrr9TKI-ghPaCjcJj4cvdk5zHPeGJNf-oEAi6FhhM1nkkXBqUsG2duFEtHIm4BM1qRiND09ZmfWFGmoaiAM/s400/correio+da+manh%C3%A3.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><div>Conversa Banal entre eu e minha irmã aqui no msn, em que ela está " zangada" por não conseguir escrever neste blog.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">A Mercure</span> : Anna minha irmã</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">Mercure... diz:<br /></span>*sabes que mais?<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Lisa.. diz:</span><br />*diz<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Mercure... diz:<br /></span>*acho muito injusto<br />*essa treta do blog<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Lisa..Diz</span><br />*o quê!<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Mercure... diz:<br /></span>*muito injusto não poder estar em contacto com o blog<br />*porra pá<br />*como é que é?<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Lisa. Diz</span><br />*faz só uma cena<br />*tenta abrir no outro pc<br />*portátil<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Mercure... diz:<br /></span>*sou ou não participante dessa treta?<br />*eu aqui a escrever <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>banalidades </strong></span>e esta gaja estraga tudo<br />*não posso pá<br />*caraças<br />*estragas tudo<br />*cúbica<br />*porra para isto do blog a meias<br />*nunca entendes nada do que digo<br />*ou escrevo<br />*sempre ouvi dizer e é bem verdade<br />*meias....só para os pés<br />*caraças se isto não é verdade!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />*tenho uma sócia que não pesca nada disto<br />*sócia<br />*escrevo porque é essa a minha tarefa nesta parceria<br />*e esta Dama ou gaja melhor dizendo<br />*nunca apanha o fio á meada<br />*como????<br />*perguntam vocês<br />*pois<br />*perguntam bem<br />*mas eu não sei a resposta<br />*caraças<br />*realmente dava jeito saber responder<br />*o que hei-de fazer neste caso???<br />*desistir???<br />*continuar????<br />*ou simplesmente marimbar-me para o assunto e ir em frente com esta história que para mim tá-me a deixar com os nervos em franja<br />*pois a minha sócia nesta nossa pareceria<br />*não entendo NUNCA quando estou disposta a escrever para o suposto Blog que ela em conjunto comigo quis se meter<br />*pois perguntam vocês mais uma vez<br />*COMO?????????????<br />*pois é<br />*perguntam bem outra vez<br />*mas mais uma vez<br />*a resposta fica no ar<br />*pois eu também não sou especialista nestas andanças e não sabia o que me iria acontecer quando decidi me meter nesta treta de Blog, desculpem a expressão de "treta" mas é o que eu acho que se deve chamar a qualquer coisa deste género em que caímos aqui como de pára-quedas em que não sabemos em que terreno iremos cair<br />*pois o meu terreno acho que é movediço<br />Passo o tempo a querer dar história e continuação a isto e a minha suposta sócia nunca entendo os meus propósitos<br />*o que faço????<br />Resposta:<br />*NADA<br />*fico-me por aqui<br />Continuo escrevendo e logo verei o que vai dar.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Ps: Esta convesa não deu em nada porque ela continua em não conseguir entrar neste blog..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982132252115033706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125726783772920112.post-69028271663271702892009-04-07T00:06:00.000+01:002009-04-07T00:09:34.536+01:00Banda desenhada Banal<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdWbIexZG31SdF-RDaWM94SHC3XMbBi486ZbVwNw2CctFkf3tjwereflsGoxALy8oxYlakDKag0N7uf4wcarZGrbgBRm_bpqgQiE1aD0IJcbBYbYQMuiSD_hyphenhyphenDM4ChcfewEUNuoUbaQng/s1600-h/363e60f583c6d2ac5cddee1452416523.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321719001944700402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdWbIexZG31SdF-RDaWM94SHC3XMbBi486ZbVwNw2CctFkf3tjwereflsGoxALy8oxYlakDKag0N7uf4wcarZGrbgBRm_bpqgQiE1aD0IJcbBYbYQMuiSD_hyphenhyphenDM4ChcfewEUNuoUbaQng/s400/363e60f583c6d2ac5cddee1452416523.jpg" /></a><br />Por: Lisa<br /></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982132252115033706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125726783772920112.post-51534837970434987232009-04-06T16:27:00.000+01:002009-04-06T23:59:15.294+01:00Uma manhã Banal<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhetvtTOBrXkafIWlMjUbTU70uxrmNfCz8Pr8XvERbbboQTnjJwJBIK5XtDdJQqz8Y0kofAk0AQziyCzW0Nz5V49rAddEtbwuPJ_Z94ibIHQJdkWbm5umQROFoE4jtNs9DWRDuFhDwk9kQ/s1600-h/cascais+021.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321716695946091074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhetvtTOBrXkafIWlMjUbTU70uxrmNfCz8Pr8XvERbbboQTnjJwJBIK5XtDdJQqz8Y0kofAk0AQziyCzW0Nz5V49rAddEtbwuPJ_Z94ibIHQJdkWbm5umQROFoE4jtNs9DWRDuFhDwk9kQ/s320/cascais+021.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVexQqKVxG8h_Sb7CkMHUo8gJryanYCJrgDkaIZsi5dgzlF7_OrDO_mwyKBD5zJ-AQIQV1pk3Y0eGHgOj4872By1xuFQx_nsepNsDd9Bv3UffPpGCqHyBSisvOroc0HOcpXp-nkQDeMHY/s1600-h/Torsten_Brandt-008.jpg"></a><div align="center">Foto:Lisa<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div>Na banalidade de uma segunda-feira à tarde, lá fora tudo parece dormir. Os barcos dormem o sono da eternidade sobre a Baia de Cascais. Árvores em flor, hotéis e restaurantes ainda fechados: uma atmosfera nostálgica conduz a preguiça de uma manhã Banal.<br /><br />Tão banal como a anedota que acabei de ouvir da minha irmã.<br />Porque é que os galos não têm mãos?<br /><br /><br /><br />Mas que raio de pergunta é essa! Depois do que acabei de escrever.<br />Ou seja não tem nada a ver com o tema da conversa, eu sei.<br />O meu texto estava a ser Banal de mais, mas era escusado mudar de tema.<br />Chiça pá, eu , aqui toda empolgada a escrever e vem ela com esta do galo.<br />Ok.ok…<br /><br /><br /><br />Eu até sei a resposta, mas não vou dizer.<br /><br /><br /><br />Lisa</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982132252115033706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125726783772920112.post-59348550857287565442009-04-05T12:50:00.000+01:002009-04-07T00:05:25.040+01:00Chocolate Banal<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOyP7YTbAvyoX3u59ymTSXRc5-hk0IHAWsT6kpoTR6xTEVowpQKSMBV7-rNhyphenhyphen4yZ2XlI9BSLlPXTGBgFSO3UNHKT-2jaQua4pctZ4BqH6cvcNgtlEBMafQjbofGVHJtqUoLMFPIFt6vLs/s1600-h/chocolate.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321718317908632626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOyP7YTbAvyoX3u59ymTSXRc5-hk0IHAWsT6kpoTR6xTEVowpQKSMBV7-rNhyphenhyphen4yZ2XlI9BSLlPXTGBgFSO3UNHKT-2jaQua4pctZ4BqH6cvcNgtlEBMafQjbofGVHJtqUoLMFPIFt6vLs/s320/chocolate.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzT-lv4loaf6_PNvXLZKHTq4jiw9lU24XZ7E-0raxxVi1hHz_lzUdepbOVfAq_GZI0Yl8bKcAHqZ82w3CzdLA4C8LaHltGGGWZiSj_zTynIOSSf0Cr9U-wKc2-i5cbwW8qv8RtwWKtXu8/s1600-h/chocolate.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Hoje fui ao <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Lidl </strong></span>e comprei um chocolate de avelãs.</div><br /><br /><br />Lisa </div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982132252115033706noreply@blogger.com0