<?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-5573344</id><updated>2011-07-15T01:35:10.425+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BOTA BRITA!!! </title><subtitle type='html'>"PUEARCO, MAS ALIBIA!!!" - Liver-te o Bussal que ha em Ci!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botabrita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573344/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botabrita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Naundo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02878718811291992636</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573344.post-110234356410778974</id><published>2004-12-06T14:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-06T14:32:44.106Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bota o quem???Eu meto-me em cada uma...Ai ai!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573344/posts/default/110234356410778974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573344/posts/default/110234356410778974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botabrita.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110234356410778974' title=''/><author><name>fooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14293360995239275631</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573344.post-110226430264015847</id><published>2004-12-05T16:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-05T16:31:42.640Z</updated><title type='text'>"A PIÇA": TODO UM POEMA NEO-ROMÂNTICO</title><summary type='text'>Grossa, curta, grande ou finaNão vale por sua dimensãoDesde qu’o tocador qu’ a trinaTenha bom diapasão.Tem foles, mas não s’abufa,(chucha, quem for gulosa).Instrumentália curiosaQue é baqueta mas não rufa.Será então de percussão?Pois com ela se bat’em pel' esticada,E se houver mama em condição,Samba logo espanholada!Instrumento multifacetado,Tem no vinho grande vilão:Na hora h, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573344/posts/default/110226430264015847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573344/posts/default/110226430264015847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botabrita.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110226430264015847' title='&quot;A PIÇA&quot;: TODO UM POEMA NEO-ROMÂNTICO'/><author><name>Naundo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02878718811291992636</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573344.post-1084386749224030</id><published>2004-05-12T19:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T19:32:29.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>josé joão olé.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573344/posts/default/1084386749224030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573344/posts/default/1084386749224030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botabrita.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#1084386749224030' title=''/><author><name>Turra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09707847034726351057</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573344.post-105807251780422506</id><published>2003-07-13T06:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T06:01:57.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É PUEARCO MAS ALIBIA, CÁRÁLHO!!!Senhoras e Senhores, meninas e meninos, finalmente o blog por que todos esperavam:                              BOTA  BRITA !!!"Bota Brita" é um espaço originalíssimo, nunca visto até hoje, sem igual na internet e no mundo bloguístico, que consiste em um gajo vir para aqui dizer as boçalidades que lhe apetecer e que eu deixar, porque o blog é meu! Mas, como </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573344/posts/default/105807251780422506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573344/posts/default/105807251780422506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botabrita.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105807251780422506' title=''/><author><name>Naundo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02878718811291992636</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573344.post-105807045076084379</id><published>2003-07-13T05:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T05:48:55.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AS GAIJAS E O MEDO DAS PILASSe há coisa que me irrita é que o gaijedo tenha a mania de fingir - porque se é a sério, então ainda me irrita mais - que tem medo às pilas da malta.Desde puto que tenho a imagem, marcada para todo o sempre, de um tipo qualquer na escola primÃ¡ria de gaita de fora e as meninas todas a fugir histéricas como o Diabo da cruz! Cum caralho, a cruz ao Mafarrico ainda deve</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573344/posts/default/105807045076084379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573344/posts/default/105807045076084379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botabrita.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105807045076084379' title=''/><author><name>Naundo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02878718811291992636</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></entry></feed>
