<?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-3931014</id><updated>2011-07-14T21:41:16.877-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gelatoboy</title><subtitle type='html'>Demencias di gratis!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Andrei</name><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>455</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931014.post-113068393456943914</id><published>2005-10-30T12:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T12:52:14.580-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Marcos Thanus sem a sua mulher!!!! Fodeu!!!!!é isso aí! To sem mulher de domingo a terça e de sexta a domingo. Já estou desesperado e pensando em suicídio!!!!Amigos: SOCOOOOORROO!!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/113068393456943914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/113068393456943914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_10_30_archive.html#113068393456943914' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-113019173825716615</id><published>2005-10-24T20:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T20:08:58.286-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O que é sucesso? Aos 04 anos... sucesso é não urinar nas calças. Aos 12 anos... sucesso é ter amigos. Aos 18 anos... sucesso é ter carta de motorista. Aos 20 anos... sucesso é fazer sexo. Aos 35 anos... sucesso é dinheiro. Aos 50 anos... sucesso é dinheiro. Aos 60 anos... sucesso é fazer sexo. Aos 70 anos... sucesso é ter carta de motorista. Aos 75 anos... sucesso é ter amigos. Aos 80 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/113019173825716615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/113019173825716615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_10_23_archive.html#113019173825716615' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801482337403879774</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-3931014.post-112966405610901417</id><published>2005-10-18T17:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T17:34:16.116-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bolsa caindo 3%, só tristeza. Forum da corretora tenso, vem junto também piadas para relaxar. Que beleza...Joaozinho, qual é o seu problema? &gt;- Sou muito inteligente para estar no primeiro ano. Minha irma está no &gt;terceiro ano e eu sou mais inteligente do que ela. Eu quero ir para o &gt;terceiro ano também! &gt; &gt;A professora, vendo que nao vai conseguir resolver este problema, o manda &gt;para a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/112966405610901417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/112966405610901417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_10_16_archive.html#112966405610901417' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801482337403879774</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-3931014.post-112603715578569290</id><published>2005-09-06T16:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T17:05:55.803-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Por que o Marcos odeia tanto o Jardim BotânicoLi a coluna do Vitor Paiva no Jornal do Brasil. Dizia o poeta hoffner bass que o Rio tem um lance meio Semana de Arte Moderna, meio Malhação. Eu nunca vi um episódio da malhação. Nenhuma tiração de onda envolvida: eu não vejo televisão. Comecei para fazer um tipo, aie me acostumei e quando vi, tudo que passava na TV, menos a Globo News e similares </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/112603715578569290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/112603715578569290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_09_04_archive.html#112603715578569290' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-112317138284239028</id><published>2005-08-04T12:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T13:05:24.896-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sobre uma semana que mal começouEssa semana está acabando. Está  acabando pq é quase Quinta, quata 21:20 e porque a semana acaba na madrugada de sexta e pq agora, tudo que falta até acabar é já fato sabido e quase que já foi.A Segunda (Sábado e Domingo não é semana) foi sono, aniversário de mãe e conversa na cama. Da cama foi pra frente, pra vida, pra minha e pra dela. Agora, depois, tudo mudou. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/112317138284239028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/112317138284239028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_07_31_archive.html#112317138284239028' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-112224186640534188</id><published>2005-07-24T18:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T18:51:06.410-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pra porra!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/112224186640534188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/112224186640534188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_07_24_archive.html#112224186640534188' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564182194429077640</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-3931014.post-111810901240675283</id><published>2005-06-06T22:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T22:50:12.410-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Como um MutanteO grande dilema de ser alguém É começar a acreditar em si mesmoNão depender da opinião dos outrosOu da aprovação de quem te conhece (ou não)O grande mistério da vidaÉ como um sussuro que o vento faz na brisa da manhãÉ como o abrir de porta na hora do recreioOu até como o som que sai do alto-falante do rádio do seu carroMesmo um carro sem rádioMerece receber música quando estamos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/111810901240675283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/111810901240675283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111810901240675283' title=''/><author><name>Andrei</name><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-3931014.post-111729732334981321</id><published>2005-05-28T13:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T13:22:03.353-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu fui ao paraiso e voltei! Estive lá e chorei. Pensei, ouvi, vi, venci. Este texto não é uma música da Sônia Rocha... cheia de rimas loucas, mas é sim uma declaração de amor.Amor, oh coisa boa que se instaura no nosso peito, percorre nosso corpo, enche nossa alma. Amor, intransitivo segundo Drummond, chama que arde para Vinicius, em uma curva da estrada de Santos para Roberto... esse amor que a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/111729732334981321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/111729732334981321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111729732334981321' title=''/><author><name>Andrei</name><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-3931014.post-111705273755733458</id><published>2005-05-25T17:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T17:25:37.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Adiado o Churrasco para Sábado!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/111705273755733458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/111705273755733458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111705273755733458' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-111681375503903398</id><published>2005-05-22T22:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:02:35.046-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Churrasco na Nova CasaÉ bicho... na quarta feira iniciam-se as mudanças para o novo ap. Os companheiros Marcos Thanus, Pedro Freire e Walter, o cara legal, têm o prazer de convidar os gelados para um churrascão na Quinta Feira, às 16:00.Tragam cerva (long neck skol no Zona Sul ? R$0,98) e vai ter tb uma graninha para cobrir a carne. A organização vai tentar fazer uma parada bem baratinha, já que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/111681375503903398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/111681375503903398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111681375503903398' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-111559068332135551</id><published>2005-05-08T19:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T19:18:03.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Atendendo a pedidosNoites de bebedeiras a fio. Várias delas. Noites de solidão. Noites de desespero. Noites de diversão à caça que sejam... as noites tem sido diferentes para os colegas gelados.Mas as noites diferentes não dizem nada. Não se comparam aos dias diferentes. Dias onde todos os percebem diferentes. Mais doces? Pode ser. Mais leves? Os amigos têm escutado frases do tipo: Vc está super </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/111559068332135551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/111559068332135551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111559068332135551' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-111513294439032482</id><published>2005-05-03T12:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T12:09:04.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meus amigos, convido-lhes com toda a alegria do mundo!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/111513294439032482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/111513294439032482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111513294439032482' title=''/><author><name>Andrei</name><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-3931014.post-111505969735769043</id><published>2005-05-02T15:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T15:48:17.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tremendões no Rival, novo Ap e em breve festa no novo Ap, Gordo, baixista dos Massa no Rio e Lista: Coisas que eu gosto em ter uma namorada. Bicho, hoje tem os Tremendões no Teatro Rival, com mil e uma participações especiais. Não sei se vou hoje ou amanhã ( ou Matemático).Sim!!! Em breve o Gordo, baixista dos Massa estará no Rio. Segundo Uncle Massa Claus ele chegaria no dia 2 (amanhã). Falei </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/111505969735769043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/111505969735769043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111505969735769043' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-111439415420504766</id><published>2005-04-24T22:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T22:55:54.206-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Enquanto isso eu tava na minha última noite em fortaleza aparafusando o meu último resquício de coração numa cama de hotel. As cearenses são maravilhosas. Com certa ingenuidade, cheias de tempero, quando se entregam fazem o nosso gélido jeito globalizado de ser se derreter e ferver até as nuvens. Escrevo no plural porque são muitas, então em muitas sempre aparece aquela que...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/111439415420504766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/111439415420504766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111439415420504766' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801482337403879774</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-3931014.post-111429763283998147</id><published>2005-04-23T19:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T20:07:12.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lista ? Os melhores discos dos anos noventaOntem os amigos gelados foram pro Diagonal e o Marcos como sempreu encheu a cara forte. Mais de 50 pratas foram engolidas a goles largos, muita merda foi falada, conhecemos a namorada do Andrei e foi foda. Tava precisando rolar isso. Saudades fortes de todos.Guitarras de novas faixas do Rã Solo foram gravadas à tarde na casa do Marcelo. Som de linha </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/111429763283998147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/111429763283998147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111429763283998147' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-111380449484573746</id><published>2005-04-18T02:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T03:08:14.850-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tive a oportunidade de ver o Pavement ao vivo. Foi foda. Foi foda mesmo. Na época eu tinha 19 aninhos e Pavement estava bem longe de ser uma das minhas bandas preferidas.Eu cheguei na Inglaterra e na época eu escutava muito Blur e muito Pulp. Comprei o Different Class e fiquei cada vez mais fã do Jarvis Coker. Lia muito as revistas de rock e os dois semanários. Li o cara do Blur (Grahan Coxon)  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/111380449484573746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/111380449484573746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111380449484573746' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-111358910235534675</id><published>2005-04-15T14:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T16:55:28.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meus amigos que acham a instituição do ?Bar de Merda? do caralho Eu sou meio intelectual, meio de direita e gosto de bares bons (não com petit gateaue, mas onde se come bem, se é bem atendido e se cobra um preço justo). Fico puto da vida com aquela merda de ?Adega da Velha? que serve uma bosta de um choop e ganha de longe o rótulo da PIOR comida nordestina do Rio de Janeiro, além de ser caro pra </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/111358910235534675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/111358910235534675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_04_10_archive.html#111358910235534675' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-111273542861368227</id><published>2005-04-05T17:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T18:10:28.613-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quero saber quem entendeu o que se passou na noite de ontem?? Hein??Afortunados foram os que presenciaram aquele momento lindo, aquela celebração da grandiosidade humana!!!! O que rolou foi mais que uma festa, foi a união de todos os povos do globo terrestre no segundo andar da Casa da Matriz. Ali na pista 2, que naquele momento podia ser rebatizada de Arca de Noé, vimos e ouvimos todo o swingue </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/111273542861368227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/111273542861368227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111273542861368227' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564182194429077640</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-3931014.post-111142892021414143</id><published>2005-03-21T14:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T15:15:20.226-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sobre a misteriosa produção de ovos, esquilos, escola de música, etc...Um dos meus fins de noite mal sucedida com a mulherada preferidos é chegar na Letras &amp; Expressões para folhear minhas duas revistas favoritas: Mojo e The Wire. Não tenho dinheiro pra comprar nenhuma das duas. Tenho dois exemplares da Mojo (a do Smile do Brian Wilson e uma que comprei em Londres, do Nick Drake) e nenhum da The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/111142892021414143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/111142892021414143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_03_20_archive.html#111142892021414143' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-111104260966313266</id><published>2005-03-17T01:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T03:56:49.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eletrônica AnalógicaIsso mesmo!!! Entrei nessa. Faz um tempo chamei o Ricardo para montarmos um pequeno grupo de estudos de Processamento de Sinal Digital a fim de unirmos os nossos úteis interesses por Matemática aos nossos agradáveis interesses por experimentação sonora.Apesar de me garantir na parte Matemática (que não é muito mais do que um mísero curso de Cálculo 1), eu teria alguma </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/111104260966313266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/111104260966313266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111104260966313266' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-111059111672848202</id><published>2005-03-11T22:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T22:31:56.726-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu, Gabriel e Ricardo vimos o Lanny Gordin tocar ao vivo:FODAFODAFODAFODAFODAFODAFODAFODAFODA!!abs</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/111059111672848202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/111059111672848202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_03_06_archive.html#111059111672848202' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564182194429077640</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-3931014.post-110990250261614216</id><published>2005-03-03T22:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T23:15:02.620-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Respostas dadas pelos estudantes nos recentes vestibulares de Música pelo Brasil afora:Bach está morto desde 1750 até os dias de hoje.Agnus Dei é uma famosa compositora que escreveu música para igreja.Handel era meio alemão, meio italiano e meio inglês.Beethoven escreveu música mesmo surdo. Ele ficou surdo porque fez música muito alta. Ele caminhava sozinho pela floresta e não escutava ninguém, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110990250261614216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110990250261614216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#110990250261614216' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801482337403879774</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-3931014.post-110980313172981326</id><published>2005-03-02T18:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T19:38:51.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Venenos dos Sixties, Desculpas, Sun Ra no Sábado, etc...Estou embasbacado com dois discos: Eu, Gabriel, Raissa e Pedro Urso estávamos na Tetas &amp; Depressões. Raissa e Papai Urso, vivos que só eles desbravavam as estantes de livros que nós punks do Recreio dos Bandeirantes não conseguimos compreender enquanto Gabriel e eu ficamos restritos a revistas de rock.Saiu na última MOJO uma lista com os 50 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110980313172981326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110980313172981326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#110980313172981326' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-110944282449555765</id><published>2005-02-26T15:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T15:33:44.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anônimo, Lola, Nestor sem Dor, nossos leitores  e o Buraco do Jabor + O cara do quarto de empregada, Sem grana, Ensaio e Dica de DiscoNosso espaço de babaquices virtuais tem algumas caracteristicas bastante peculiares:Existem, oficialmente dois leitores: Uma tal de Laura e um tal de Medinha (é verdade que esse cara é de Porto Alegre? Maneiro... ele tem alguma coisa a ver com aquela banda "Os </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110944282449555765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110944282449555765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_02_20_archive.html#110944282449555765' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-110912474462828686</id><published>2005-02-22T23:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T23:12:24.633-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BOM PRA CARALHO!!! Vem aí a alvorada dos severinos.Vamos botar a bola no chão: o Severino não é uma verruga maligna surgindo na cara da política nacional. As verrugas são outras. Há dois governos, tentamos impor ao Brasil uma modernidade que ele não aceita. A era-FHC trouxe um pacote renovador com a crítica-prática às idéias da velha esquerda, com uma visão de ?processo? e não de ?solução?, e nos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110912474462828686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110912474462828686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_02_20_archive.html#110912474462828686' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-110899962502090085</id><published>2005-02-21T11:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T12:27:05.023-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                                              Eu que não estava mais aqui! Andei sumido desse espaço: Culpa do Orkut, da minha falta de saco de escrever e da incansável busca da felicidade.  Pois bem, parei em frente ao portão e dei de caras com vcs, meus amigos.  Quantas baboseiras maravilhosas nesse espaço do espaço invisível.  Escrevi muito por aqui. Muita merda, muita verdade e alguns "causos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110899962502090085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110899962502090085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_02_20_archive.html#110899962502090085' title=''/><author><name>Gustavo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008830244879476701</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-3931014.post-110891145223390349</id><published>2005-02-20T11:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T12:02:02.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Videos dos Massa e Festival RuidoEntre no site do Diego Medina e baixem os sensacionais videos dos Massa. Confiem em mim!!!!O festival Ruído deste ano manteve a tradição dos festivais de música independente brasileira e veio repleto de porcarias insuportáveis. O destaque ficou com o incansável Quick que fez uma inimaginável seqüência de "covers" da nata underground passando por Ludov e Bia </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110891145223390349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110891145223390349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_02_20_archive.html#110891145223390349' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-110882265746037792</id><published>2005-02-19T12:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T12:20:11.756-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GELATOCASA IIFODA-SE (pra virar um costume!) hahahaTambém tenho pensado muito na Gelatocasa! Não consigo mais ler jornal sem ver a parte de "Imóveis - aluguel" nos classificados! E ai, podíamos nos reunir para pensar nesse projeto... ao menos para tentar torná-lo um projeto mais projeto.... é obvio que tem que rolar cerva e derrepente pizza como combustível dessa reunião... será que rola nesta </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110882265746037792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110882265746037792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110882265746037792' title=''/><author><name>Andrei</name><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-3931014.post-110826303788727586</id><published>2005-02-13T00:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T00:50:37.890-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gelatocasa            FODA-SE!             Temos que fazer isso! Muitos dos amigos gelados já sabem do que eu estou falando... Pois é. Não há brincadeira envolvida aqui. Estou realmente falando muito sério sobre isso. Bom... Para nossos três leitores externos e para algum gelatoboy desavisado aqui vai um resumo da coisa toda:FODA-SE! Vamos todos morar em uma casa em Santa Tereza.            </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110826303788727586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110826303788727586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110826303788727586' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-110770207564371351</id><published>2005-02-06T13:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T13:01:15.643-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PORRA! Agora vai rolar! LEVEM SEUS INSTRUMENTOS: caixas, surdos, timbales, marimbas, gameboys, panelas, gabinetes e tudo o mais!Ass: Leão de Nova Iguaçu</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110770207564371351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110770207564371351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_02_06_archive.html#110770207564371351' title=''/><author><name>Andrei</name><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-3931014.post-110746841473237820</id><published>2005-02-03T20:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T20:06:54.733-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fotos da Pizza na casa da Laura... que rolou em algum dia de janeiro. Sábado tem Charanga 3D... (e segunda também)!Abraços,Zapiromba</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110746841473237820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110746841473237820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_01_30_archive.html#110746841473237820' title=''/><author><name>Andrei</name><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-3931014.post-110686968180603017</id><published>2005-01-27T21:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T21:48:01.806-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E o poquer do mal!!!??? hein hein????Quero mais!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110686968180603017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110686968180603017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_01_23_archive.html#110686968180603017' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564182194429077640</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-3931014.post-110653096355484736</id><published>2005-01-23T23:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T23:42:43.553-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2004 - Escondida - Jolie Holland    Seguindo a serie " os melhores de 2004", nao percam o disco  Escondida de Jolie Holland.  Americana, Jazzy,  decadente,  merda  de vida,  autodestruicao,  fim de noite,  escuridao,  morte  lenta...  saudades  de alguem que a comia, mas mora longe.  Morfina  (gimme  that  old fashioned  morphine/  that was good enough to my grandfather/ it is good enough to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110653096355484736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110653096355484736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_01_23_archive.html#110653096355484736' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-110594646685792133</id><published>2005-01-17T05:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T05:21:06.856-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me imaginei saindo da biblioteca do Instituto de Economia UFRGS agora depois de ter feito alguns exercicios de "Espacos Metricos", andando pela Oswaldo Aranha e depois tomando garrafas e mais garrafas de Polar na Lancheria do Parque... Pensei numa menina de cabelo preso, morena, de oculos, sentada sozinha olhando o movimento. Eu era timido... o que deveria  fazer?Eu amo meu RIO DE JANEIRO!!!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110594646685792133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110594646685792133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110594646685792133' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-110558082621029619</id><published>2005-01-12T23:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T00:04:32.243-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Will to Death, Triologia Suja de Havana, a Prova da ANP, um Massa no Rio e dias felizesGelados,estou embasbacado e caido de joelhos agradecendo a Exu Caveira pelo disco Will to Death do hero guitar Jon Frusciante. LIIIINNNNNNDDOOO!!! Deixa na humilde opini~ao deste que vos fala tudo antes por ele feito no chinelo de dedo arrebentado. Acabei de ouvir e, seguindo a regra de Jarvis Cocker, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110558082621029619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110558082621029619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_01_09_archive.html#110558082621029619' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-110514148471651191</id><published>2005-01-07T21:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T21:44:44.716-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PIZZA DA LAURA AGORA!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110514148471651191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110514148471651191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110514148471651191' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-110504683866534213</id><published>2005-01-06T19:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T19:27:18.666-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>baixem theoretical girls agoraessa banda do No Wave de NYC tornou-se a minha favorita. Mr Branca eh um cara genial. Estou viciado nisso. Bem melhor que DNA e Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. Lembra muito o Sonic Youth quando estava comecando a ficar mais audivel (Bad Moon Rising).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110504683866534213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110504683866534213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110504683866534213' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-110494694606521594</id><published>2005-01-05T15:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T15:42:26.066-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>o que se conclui dessa zorra toda?1 - Somos misticos, feministas, poetas, conservadores fundamentalistas, bichinhas, suicidas, artistas plasticos, plantadores de arroz e vivemos juntos tao bem porque nao nos levamos a serio.2 - Chalub, Tia Lube e Seu Madruga sao a mesma pessoa.3 - Na falta de mulher vai Domingas!!!4- Ricardo eh magro pra caralho!!!5 - Pedro Freire eh um urso.6 - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110494694606521594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110494694606521594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110494694606521594' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-110486534166549870</id><published>2005-01-04T17:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T17:02:21.666-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MAUÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110486534166549870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110486534166549870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110486534166549870' title=''/><author><name>Andrei</name><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-3931014.post-110420027074779875</id><published>2004-12-28T01:16:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T00:17:50.746-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hasta la vista amigos! Mauá me espera!Vamos que vamos! :)Feliz 2005 pra quem fica por aqui!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110420027074779875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110420027074779875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110420027074779875' title=''/><author><name>Andrei</name><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-3931014.post-110404172458116105</id><published>2004-12-26T04:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T04:15:24.580-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Faltam quatro horas pra alegria!!!Sim, gelados a postos pra mais um momento de confraternizacao da galera. O que eh mais maneiro eh que se caisse uma bomba e explodisse a porra toda (menos Mauah, eh claro), os sobreviventes nao perderiam tanta coisa.Quase todo mundo relevante vai estar lah!!!(Marcelo, Laurette e outros sao o motivo do quase).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110404172458116105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110404172458116105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110404172458116105' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-110401482664319560</id><published>2004-12-25T20:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T20:47:06.643-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2005 - CASA NOVA!Gelatosite saiu do HPG e foi pro UOL: agora essa parada deslancha!Continuem visitando este blog e agora também o gelatosite:http://gelatoboy.sites.uol.com.br/E temos algumas fotos também:Mais fotos do Medina's Churras (as que eu tirei)Fotos da festa de Johnes Santos Sá na segunda-feira - 30/11 e no sábado - 05/12!Aproveitem! Feliz Natal e um 2005 fodasso!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110401482664319560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110401482664319560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110401482664319560' title=''/><author><name>Andrei</name><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-3931014.post-110359714396022216</id><published>2004-12-21T01:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T00:45:43.960-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fotos do show do Tequila/ Diego MedinaDivirtam-se amigos!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110359714396022216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110359714396022216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110359714396022216' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-110251842550701598</id><published>2004-12-08T13:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T15:18:24.110-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fotogramas e GelatositeAs fotos tão no meu computador (pelo menos as que eu tirei) só que realmente não tenho condições de colocá-las agora no site. Este mestrado está me matando... tenho 5 dias para escrever 3 trabalhos já que me enrolei muito com tudo neste final de semestre. O layout deste blog está uma merda, as fotos não carregam mais... o HPG xisnoveia os arquivos que colocamos lá. Vou </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110251842550701598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110251842550701598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110251842550701598' title=''/><author><name>Andrei</name><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-3931014.post-110251901406863994</id><published>2004-12-08T13:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T13:16:54.070-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Invenção das TradiçõesNão sei se alguém se deu ao trabalho de perceber, mas no último dia 4 este blog fez 2 anos de vida! Vejam os primeiros posts  que rolaram aqui...-------------Quarta-feira, Dezembro 04, 2002 Somos a comunidade de especuladores imobiliários da demência nacional!!!! Viva o bumba meu boi seu Mário!!! Que Mário?! - domingos, 14:26 -Ah só pra não ir esquecendo... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110251901406863994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110251901406863994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110251901406863994' title=''/><author><name>Andrei</name><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-3931014.post-110210852294443716</id><published>2004-12-03T19:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T19:15:22.943-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>meio burocra, mas legal - guitarrada no cocadaboa, confiram!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110210852294443716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110210852294443716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110210852294443716' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564182194429077640</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-3931014.post-110064743884241756</id><published>2004-11-16T21:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T21:23:58.843-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Medina in Rio e a semana de comemoraçõesOs amigos gelados já sabem que a semana que vem vai ser só alegria!!!! A lista de  eventos a serem comemorados estava assim:   Casamento do casal Bornai-Lampadinhas Domingas e Roberto no culto pagão de Tanatus.   Aniversário do Ricastro.   Lançamento do novo disco de Jumento van Basten: Jumento interpreta o funk carioca.     Despedida da Laura Poços de</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110064743884241756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110064743884241756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110064743884241756' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-110062034066941144</id><published>2004-11-16T13:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T13:52:20.670-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Imran, I'm nenhum doutor, mas mim teve splints do shin por algum tempo há, e aparte de retirar dias, lá isn't realmente um "cure" para eles. Tendem a mostrar acima quando you've começou empurrar seus limites demasiado far/too rapidamente, isto é, umas distâncias mais longas ou umas velocidades mais rápidas. O acontecimento de What's é seu tibia está afetando o tendon que funcionamentos ao lado </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110062034066941144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110062034066941144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110062034066941144' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801482337403879774</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-3931014.post-110037461768376029</id><published>2004-11-13T16:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T17:36:57.683-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nem tudo está perdido...Baixem o som Bitches Brewiano do Sunburned Hand of the Man. Levação de som  foda cheia de névoas que as vezes lembram Tangerine Dream e outras germanices (agora por exemplo o cara mandou uma frase extremamente Can).Mas tem uns vocais gritados doentes e o guitarrista manda umas bluesices tb. tem umas congas, bongos...foda mesmo.entrem no meu hd via soulseek</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110037461768376029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110037461768376029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#110037461768376029' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-110036961597558703</id><published>2004-11-13T16:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T16:13:35.976-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Doiseu disse:também não acho o secret machines grande coisa. não é uma bosta de banda, mas não é tudo isso não. sei lá se tô ficando velho e cada vez mais me distanciando do que a molecada anda ouvindo ou se hoje em dia a crítica resolve eleger qualquer porcaria como a salvação do mundo.Medinha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110036961597558703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/110036961597558703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#110036961597558703' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-109993157576001117</id><published>2004-11-08T14:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T14:32:55.760-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IT'S ALIVE! IT'S ALIVE!!!Não paga IPTU nem IPVA, mas funciona dentro do possível:http://www.gelatoboy.hpg.ig.com.br/gelato.htmlContém 1g de fotos da Pizza, explore e acharás!Precisamos de outro hospedeiro, lumbricoides magnésium de HPG insere banners imbecilóides que não podem ser removidos.Deixe aqui seus comentários sobre esta belezura!Abraços,Acrósticos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109993157576001117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109993157576001117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#109993157576001117' title=''/><author><name>Andrei</name><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-3931014.post-109979358371078530</id><published>2004-11-06T23:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T00:13:03.710-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Secret MachinesNa boa, todo mundo ta recomendando essa porra dessa banda...Fraquinho, extremamente fraquinho...  é cheio de  guitarras-néveoa,  filtros  absurdos, efeitos mil, mas é pop no sentido mais nojento da palavra. Cheguei a sentir um certo cheirinho fedido de Radiohead.Mais uma banda pra agradar crítico. Só isso.Nesse mundo fodido de superficialidade extrema é isso ai... vc vai ao</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109979358371078530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109979358371078530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109979358371078530' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-109943780852800829</id><published>2004-11-02T21:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T21:23:28.530-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wander agoraEstou com os pés pra cima, ouvindo Aphex Twin e tomando coragem pra tomar um banho na certeza de que as próximas horas serão muito boas.A trilha da última hora foi:Sly - I want to take u higherFela Kuti - ZombieJames White and the black - White DevilStereo Total - wir tanzen im 4-eckProjeto Ohio - PinballMoog Cookbook - Rock n' Roll all NightDNA - Lionelpra não deixar de</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109943780852800829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109943780852800829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109943780852800829' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-109935587379964404</id><published>2004-11-01T20:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T21:37:53.800-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Canastra, o Primo Pobre do Kassin e Barangolando na MatrizCaros Gelatos,era quinta feira e eu tava com um puta saco cheio do caralho e precisando de umas cervas e de dar uns pegas numa mulher pra punheta de fim de noite correr mais inspirada. Liguei pro Felipe, amigo meu com cara de galã de desenho animado, e expus meus planos.Ele disse que tinha um maluco ex-dono da merda da Sister Moon (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109935587379964404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109935587379964404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109935587379964404' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-109881426483898363</id><published>2004-10-26T15:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T15:11:04.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A coisa mais engraçada que o orkut já produziu, bom até o final:http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=507965&amp;tid=2371476</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109881426483898363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109881426483898363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109881426483898363' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801482337403879774</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-3931014.post-109877607564722487</id><published>2004-10-26T04:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T04:38:41.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Provinha amanhãamanhã tem provinha (quer dizer hj) e estou virando a noite. não fazia isso tem um certo tempo. lembrei de como isso era comum no colégio... ficávamos eu e Diel estudando física até quase a hora da prova e dando apenas umas leves descançadas pra não morrer.Perdi o hábito muito mais por ter ficado mais veio e menos resitente a tamahas demências do que por qualquer outro motivo. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109877607564722487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109877607564722487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109877607564722487' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-109860483579296953</id><published>2004-10-24T04:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T05:00:35.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forum das melhores (e mais dementes) letras da história do Rock n' Rollvou começar homenageando mais uma vez os grandes Ramones.  Basicamente  todas as letras do primeiro disco são fodonas vou escolher uma... acho que chega a ser óbvio a que eu TENHO que escolher.Essa é a hitória de um viciado em heroína que fazia ponto na esquina pra comprar pico. Como ele era feio pra caralho, era sempre a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109860483579296953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109860483579296953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109860483579296953' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-109726429077753230</id><published>2004-10-08T16:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T16:38:10.776-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O Joãozinho entra no quarto e pega seu pai colocando uma camisinha. Seu pai, muito embaraçado, tenta esconder a sua ereção e camisinha,abaixando-se para olhar embaixo da cama.Joãozinho diz: - O que voce está fazendo, papai?O pai responde: - Eu acho que eu vi um rato embaixo da cama.Joãozinho retruca: - E o que que você vai fazer pai, comer o cu dele?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109726429077753230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109726429077753230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109726429077753230' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564182194429077640</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-3931014.post-109700508459660270</id><published>2004-10-05T16:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T16:38:04.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vi isso num sitio na internet: "A melhor frase do século (até segunda ordem):O único Marx que eu acredito é o Groucho.MEM - Colunista do Cocadaboa."O pior é que não sei se inventei esta frase ou ouvi de alguém.......bem acho que fui eu mesmo!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109700508459660270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109700508459660270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109700508459660270' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564182194429077640</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-3931014.post-109691428065349115</id><published>2004-10-04T15:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T15:24:40.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Resultado da pesquisa do MEM depois de mais de 200 e-mails recebidos e apurados com muito carinho: http://www.cocadaboa.com/archives/004000.php .</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109691428065349115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109691428065349115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109691428065349115' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564182194429077640</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-3931014.post-109686683518730170</id><published>2004-10-04T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T02:16:06.813-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tudo acabou em pizzaCaros Gelatos,hoje não estava sendo exatamente um dos melhores dias da minha vida. Mas a pizza arrebentou sério. Teve meu amigo fashion Felipe, Marcelo, Ricardo, Tetê, Giba (gente fina), Rosa Branca, Liz (é assim que se escreve?) e participação especial do Jonas.Falou-se mal pra caralho de um monte de coisas que nego ama, teve conversa (construtiva) sobre maus momentos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109686683518730170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109686683518730170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109686683518730170' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-109659282450626664</id><published>2004-09-30T22:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T22:07:04.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um dos motivos que me fazem continuar a usar o Orkut:http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=289786Esse maluco merece :)Bjo na alma,Alborghetti</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109659282450626664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109659282450626664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109659282450626664' title=''/><author><name>Andrei</name><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-3931014.post-109654550278164465</id><published>2004-09-30T08:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T08:58:22.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ontem nao contive as lagrimas no documentario END OF THE CENTURY. Caros Gelatos,as vezes a vida nao nos da opcao. Somos o que somos e nada pode ser feito quanto a isso. Uns seres humanos sao plenamente adaptados a acordar cedo, ir pro trabalho, parar para almocar no comida a quilo, voltar pra casa e dormir depois do Jo Soares.Tem outros caras que nao. Joey era torto, feio, sem futuro, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109654550278164465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109654550278164465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109654550278164465' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-109629537212982448</id><published>2004-09-27T11:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T11:29:32.130-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amigos, olhem ( http://blog.cocadaboa.com/) e mandem suas respostas para mim.Agradeço a colaboração.abs</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109629537212982448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109629537212982448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109629537212982448' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564182194429077640</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-3931014.post-109538332038681316</id><published>2004-09-16T21:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T22:08:40.386-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Set list dos shows do Kraftwerk no Brasil:intro - man machine - expo 2000 - tour de france 03 - vitamin - tour de france - autobahn - the model - neon lights - radioactivity - trans europe expressBIS - numbers - computerworld - homecomputer - pocket calculator BIS 2 - the robots BIS 3 - elektrokardiogramm - aerodinamik - music non stop ---Isso vai ser bom, extra bom!Caravana Gelato </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109538332038681316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109538332038681316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109538332038681316' title=''/><author><name>Andrei</name><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-3931014.post-109529861094031167</id><published>2004-09-15T22:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T22:36:50.940-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aconteceu em Princeton Esse textinho foi mandado por um doutorando de Princeton amigo meu...Nobuhiro Kiyotaki é o Mestre Yoda da ordem dos cavaleiros Jedis da London School of Economics. O pequeno samurai é um dos mais respeitados macroeconomistas, sendo talvez a pessoa dentro do mainstream que conseguiu chegar na melhor explicação de o que é e para que serve moeda. Mestre Kiyotaki agora </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109529861094031167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109529861094031167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109529861094031167' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-109498046592118881</id><published>2004-09-12T06:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T17:48:15.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pra variar...essa letra horrível (portanto maravilhosa) é a conversa de um pai branco com seu filho preto. Happy Mondays é bom pra caralho.Kynky AfroSon, I'm 30I only went with your mother 'cause she's dirtyAnd I don't have a decent bone in meWhat you get is just what you see yeahI should so I take it free yeahAnd all the bad preserves be things that feed meI never help or give to the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109498046592118881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109498046592118881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109498046592118881' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-109485602622406486</id><published>2004-09-10T19:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T19:40:26.226-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fala,esta porra desse blog está parado pra caralho. Vou contar uma estorinha pra boi dormir...Um dia quando eu era garoto (e como) estávamos todos de férias em Iguaba Grande (mais classe média impossível).Um amigão meu estava com um visita deliciosa. A  menina chamava-se Paula e era linda. Ela tinha enormes olhos azuis e era baixinha e metidinha a inteligente. Essa era a imagem que ela </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109485602622406486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109485602622406486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109485602622406486' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-109474166587281878</id><published>2004-09-09T11:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T11:57:01.896-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NOVA FASE DE MARCOS THANUSGrandes amigos,não está 100% certo (uns 90%, no entanto), mas estou me mudando para o Flamengo, mais precisamente para Rua Marquês de Abrantes quase de frente para Pão de Açucar, para um apartamento com dois malucos do Ceará, um de Brasília e um de Cabo Verde (a parada tem cinco quartos). O principal objetivo dessa nova empreitada é me concentrar mais nos estudos (os</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109474166587281878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109474166587281878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109474166587281878' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-109448071008114352</id><published>2004-09-06T11:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T11:25:10.080-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>60 anos de Dona Ivone - mais uma grande festança com os membros da confraria gelatolusitana e os djs Vintage Babangidas !!! até a proxima...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109448071008114352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109448071008114352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109448071008114352' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564182194429077640</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-3931014.post-109413980922893434</id><published>2004-09-02T12:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T12:43:29.226-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Depois de quase 9500 (!!!!) acessos, peço que respondam as seguintes perguntas:1 - Gostou das fotos da festa? Ah, não viu ainda? O quê, você não foi? Então veja o que perdeu!2 - To pensando em mudar o layout desse blog. Alguma sugestão de tema para um novo layout?3 - Vai ter pizza neste domingo ou todos vão viajar?4 - Vai dar praia neste feriadão?5 - Eu vou conseguir estudar tudo que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109413980922893434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109413980922893434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109413980922893434' title=''/><author><name>Andrei</name><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-3931014.post-109405471421583786</id><published>2004-09-01T13:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T13:05:14.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>texto novo no cocada: "quando fui grosso com as mulheres....e elas gostaram"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109405471421583786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109405471421583786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109405471421583786' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564182194429077640</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-3931014.post-109328347831334502</id><published>2004-08-23T14:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T14:51:18.313-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que Festança maravilhosa!!!Do caralho!!!Qual é a próxima??!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109328347831334502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109328347831334502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109328347831334502' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564182194429077640</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-3931014.post-109224290857740456</id><published>2004-08-11T13:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T13:48:28.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Orkut e os meus amigosVoltei da Medinaland com uma puta saudade de meus amigos. Que tal um Plebeu na sexta? Tem churrasco no IMPA, mas to muito mais na pilha de chegar no Plebeu com a galera.O Orkut, coisa do demo, quase matou o nosso Gelatoblog. Que tal os amigos ararem com a viadice e começarem a postar com freqüência? com amor,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109224290857740456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109224290857740456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109224290857740456' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-109180732881320024</id><published>2004-08-06T12:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T12:48:48.813-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do fundo do baú, mas ainda na pilha:"HolaDeseariamos informarle que tenemos nuestra representacion en Rio de Janeiro , la agencia que nos representa es Sun Coast, ahi puede contactar al Sr. Victor o a la Sra. Ana, el telefono de ellos es el : 021 2484 3175/AV OLEGARIO MACIEL,451 SALA 207 BARRA TOP BARRA DA TIJUCASUNCOAST@IIS.COM.BRCon ellos puede obtener los precios promocionales con salidas</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109180732881320024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109180732881320024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109180732881320024' title=''/><author><name>Andrei</name><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-3931014.post-109164449817852235</id><published>2004-08-04T15:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T15:38:47.296-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EU ODEIO O CÉSAR MAIANão aguento mais a incompetência da prefeitura em (des)organizar o trânsito da cidade. Já não basta a CET-Rio ser composta por idiotas que não resolvem nada, agora a Sec. de Obras resolveu tapar as crateras das ruas (num trabalho porco, que não resolverá o problema por muito tempo) no horário comercial ao mesmo tempo em que a Fundação Parques e Jardins corta árvores nos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109164449817852235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109164449817852235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109164449817852235' title=''/><author><name>Andrei</name><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-3931014.post-109025003148469967</id><published>2004-07-19T12:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T12:17:07.636-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Algumas considerações:1 - Entrevista com Kraftwerk na FSP2 - Benjão, MEM e eu faremos uma festa de aniversário fodassa, aguardem!3 - Ótima festa no sábado... e meu domingo foi totalmente teatral!4 - Cadê os outros gelatos que não escrevem aqui?5 - Cadê as pessoas que liam esse blog e nos abandonaram?6 - Eu quero comer pizza na casa do meu amigo Santoz!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109025003148469967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/109025003148469967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109025003148469967' title=''/><author><name>Andrei</name><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-3931014.post-108871666715146295</id><published>2004-07-01T17:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T18:17:47.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OBITUÁRIO:Declaro que às sete horas e dez minutos da manhã de quinta-feira, primeiro dia do mês de julho do ano 2004 da era comum a pessoa automobilística Ford Verona GLX 1.8 de alcunha "Lagoa Azul" faleceu vítima da distração de seu condutor, tendo como causa mortis um poste da RioLuz situado na rua Emilio Wolf, nesta cidade. O incidente se deu sem maiores gravidades para o condutor. Apesar de</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108871666715146295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108871666715146295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108871666715146295' title=''/><author><name>Andrei</name><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-3931014.post-108692341247596655</id><published>2004-06-11T00:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T00:10:12.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ray Charles é cego+ O amor é cegoRay Charles é amor+ Deus é amor= Ray Charles é Deus!!!Bom, ele pode até não ser Deus, mas hoje ele está mais perto Dele com certeza!O "Clube dos Pianistas Cegos" está de luto!Adios, bom de ver e bom você não ter visto... nem precisou, era mestre de qualquer jeito![]sStevie Wonder</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108692341247596655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108692341247596655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108692341247596655' title=''/><author><name>Andrei</name><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-3931014.post-108654618536529904</id><published>2004-06-06T15:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T15:30:49.706-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Porque não botar a sua foto na internet:http://matt.unitedhosting.co.uk/why/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108654618536529904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108654618536529904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108654618536529904' title=''/><author><name>Gustavo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008830244879476701</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-3931014.post-108603976278950615</id><published>2004-05-31T18:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T18:42:42.790-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The party was great!ASS: Hrundi Baksi</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108603976278950615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108603976278950615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108603976278950615' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564182194429077640</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-3931014.post-108584944445370546</id><published>2004-05-29T13:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T13:50:44.453-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes, Rock Progressivo, Marcelo Nova e os caras do Rio Grande do SulVou fazer uma grande revelação aos amigos: "eu queria muito, muito mesmo ser fã de YES". Não iria ser muito foda eu doidão no Plebeu falando que Rick Wakeman é gênio, que o Chris Squire é um grande ícone do baixo? Por isso, tenho me esforçado muito... quer dizer tenho me esforçado ligeiramente pra gostar daquela merda.MERDA!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108584944445370546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108584944445370546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108584944445370546' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-108571343289285219</id><published>2004-05-27T23:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T00:03:52.893-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Franz FerdinandNuma boa. Só tem porcaria... eu não acredito na inexorável decadência dos tempos, mas realmente tá foda. Não nada acontecendo que realmente vale a pena perder tempo ouvindo. Franz Ferdinand é Talking Heads pra caralho (que por si só é um mérito) e ao mesmo tempo faz umas coisas que lembram bandas menores dos oitenta (tipo Talk Talk) só que melhorado. que porra de disco foda é </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108571343289285219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108571343289285219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108571343289285219' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-108552463075627866</id><published>2004-05-25T19:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T19:47:41.586-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Merda de textoachei uma merda o texto do MEM no Cocadaboa. Certamente o pior por ele escrito... muito mal selecionadas as citacoes (pelo menos as minhas). ficou parecendo que eu soh falo de politica, privatizacao, entreguismo e neoliberalismo!!! me recuso a ser reduzido um chotoloide politiqueiro!!! posso ser bebado, pedofilo, babuino, cego, vagabundo, mal jogador de xadres, canalha, pessimo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108552463075627866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108552463075627866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108552463075627866' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-108532429097489785</id><published>2004-05-23T11:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T11:58:10.973-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A demenciável leveza do serÓtimo texto-compilação de MEM - já está disponível para leitura no célebre Cocadaboa. Nada melhor do que acordar num domingo de Sol, ver o Schumacher se fuder no GP de Mônaco, ouvir Ween em seu excelente show em Stubbs para depois se divertir e rir com a coluna do irmão MEM. Quiçá também daqui a pouco ver o Mengão ganhar e depois - espero - encontrar os bons e velhos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108532429097489785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108532429097489785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108532429097489785' title=''/><author><name>Andrei</name><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-3931014.post-108499801967172284</id><published>2004-05-19T17:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T17:20:19.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Caras tomei a liberdade de homenagea-los em meu novo texto do Cocadaboa ("amigos"). Peguei algumas coisas que vcs escreveram aqui no Blog e pus lá. É claro que creditei tudo direitinho, mas com seus pseudonimos: Kronis Kraskoier, Gabrimanuel, Benjãomim e Chanel de Copá. O texto ainda não está no ar, mas em breve estará. Também indiquei discos relacionados com vcs de alguma forma.Espero que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108499801967172284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108499801967172284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108499801967172284' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564182194429077640</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-3931014.post-108444945529586214</id><published>2004-05-13T08:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T08:59:24.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quando o governo finacia os vagabundosTo feliz pra caralho... recebi a notícia que dois alunos aqui do IMPA já se foderam e perderam a bolsa (nego aqui é mau que nem o pica pau. nem acabou o período!!!). A parada é que os sobreviventes bolsistas da CAPES vão ganhar duas bolsas esse mês, recebendo o retroativo de março. Como diria o poeta: "Meu... caguei!!! To milhonário!!!!" Braco Mello</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108444945529586214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108444945529586214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108444945529586214' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-108436382439847497</id><published>2004-05-12T08:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T09:10:24.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Homenagem ao Mussum:Daqui da franca te bate uma saudade da terrinha, e nao é lenda nao.Primeiro que essa merda de teclado nao tem til.Segundo meus amigos estao todos ai.E terceiro, pra finalizar, aqui pode ser do caralho, tudo funcionando, nem tanto agora com a comunidade européia, mas nunca num pais europeu um negao gordo cachaceiro e do morro seria idolo de uma geracao de criancas.Quando o</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108436382439847497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108436382439847497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108436382439847497' title=''/><author><name>Gustavo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008830244879476701</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-3931014.post-108422613203303112</id><published>2004-05-10T18:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T18:55:32.033-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mandaram isto aqui para mim por correio eletrônico(foi publicado na revista zero):"Só se fala de Senna, dos 10 anos da morte do ídolo da F1, DVD do Senna, Caderno Especial Ayrton Senna, Globo Repórter, de sei-lá-o-quê... QUANDO ALGUÉM VAI LEMBRAR QUE FAZ 10 ANOS QUE O MESTRE MUSSUM PARTIU DESTA PRA MELHOR TAMBÉM???MUSSUM, A ZERO MANDA O RECADO: SANTIFICADIS SEJIS O VOSSO NOMIS!"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108422613203303112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108422613203303112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108422613203303112' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564182194429077640</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-3931014.post-108419812257643107</id><published>2004-05-10T11:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T11:10:23.136-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sinceramente (prefácio): não acho Pixies grande coisa...e não pagaria (tanto que nem paguei) os tubos pra viajar e ver um show deles. Marcos, vc foi pra Curitiba ver o show?Sinceramente (vol. 2): não achei Kill Bill um filme FODASSO como alguns andam dizendo aqui. Achei bom, e ponto. Gostei muito da trilha, essa sim é foda. Não gostei dessa toskeria sanguinolenta... não achei as cenas de luta </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108419812257643107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108419812257643107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108419812257643107' title=''/><author><name>Andrei</name><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-3931014.post-108405701415641874</id><published>2004-05-08T19:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T20:01:17.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To indo ver Kill Bill... aqui na barra, neste sábado noturno. Quem pilhar e ler isso a tempo, me ligue. Veremos se eu vou concordar com Laura, MEM e Santoz após ter visto o filme... em breve digo! Inté mais, preciso comprar a pipoca e pegar um bom lugar.Saludos,Blake Edwards</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108405701415641874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108405701415641874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108405701415641874' title=''/><author><name>Andrei</name><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-3931014.post-108402933952848432</id><published>2004-05-08T12:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T12:20:01.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everything that you are, that you'd like to be... Will come in three, my friend:Benjão em suas aventuras pela Europa! Orgulho de ser seu amigo, meu caro!A saudade é grande, e a alegria em ver tais e tais fotos também é!Não deixe de anunciar a exata data de sua volta (quando souber)!Beijo na alma,Boognish---MEM: MELIGUEPRANOSFALARMOSURGENTEMENTE! :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108402933952848432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108402933952848432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108402933952848432' title=''/><author><name>Andrei</name><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-3931014.post-108362394050665422</id><published>2004-05-03T19:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T19:43:00.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Direito de Respostas - Vamo lá:Micheal - é obvio ululante que o Thriller é o Melhor! É um longa metragem merce Oscar. Aquela coreografia, aquela risada no final, aqueles monstros....todos que foram crianças nos 80 sabem do que falo. Comprei meu primeiro vinil graças a isto. REM - concordo que vários fodas, mas o que escolhi apesar da música sser pior, me agrada muito aquela bagunça que me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108362394050665422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108362394050665422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108362394050665422' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564182194429077640</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-3931014.post-108352291642281811</id><published>2004-05-02T15:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T15:39:30.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vcs dois ñ sabem de nada:Michael Jackson : "We're the World". Porra...o neguinho tá neguinho, e ainda tá do lado do Ray charles e do Stevie Wonder.REM : "Crush the Eyeliner".  tem um japa dublando a parada.Beastie Boys: "You Got to Fight for your Right to party!". É isso aí bicho. Conexao Japeriiiiiiii !!!!!Madonna: "Take a Bow". Quem sabe, sabe! Olé!!!Slayer: "Season in the Abyss". Meu</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108352291642281811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108352291642281811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108352291642281811' title=''/><author><name>Gustavo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008830244879476701</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-3931014.post-108345523875059865</id><published>2004-05-01T20:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T20:51:52.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MEM desafiou... então lá vai:1- Michael Jackson - Till you get enouth - muito foda o clip, anos oitenta at? o cu, Motown pra caralho!!!2- REM - It?s the end of the world as we know it - varios do REM s?o fodas. escolhi esse pq al?m de ser muito melhor do que o que o MEM escolheu, a id?ia ? absolutamente genial.3- Beastie Boys - Sabotage - eu tinha que concordar com alguma coisa.4 - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108345523875059865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108345523875059865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108345523875059865' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-108335728338252908</id><published>2004-04-30T17:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T17:39:17.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MEM ficando gagáEsse tal de MEM além de não estudar econometria com os amigos que lhe estendem a mão e de ter um péssimo gosto pra videoclip, errou feio...confundiu o clip dos Paralamas "A Novidade", filmado nas barcas, com Alagados. Como disse a própria figura, velho é uma merda!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108335728338252908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108335728338252908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108335728338252908' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-108334261226169587</id><published>2004-04-30T13:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T13:34:23.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bela frase:"O erro do Maradona foi ter esticado demais a carreira..."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108334261226169587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108334261226169587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108334261226169587' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564182194429077640</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-3931014.post-108327758288556320</id><published>2004-04-29T19:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T19:31:07.250-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alo alo Teresinha, é um barato a sopinha do guguinha!Alo Alo Seu Zé, quem usa sandalia de couro sabe bem o que há no pé!Alo Alo Carlota, Mas que cara de Marmota!Alo Alo Gigi, é um barato o metro de Madrid!Alo Alo MEM, tu é capeta como ninguem!Alo Alo Channel, Mete a cara nos Papel!Alo Alo Dodo, tá mole do coco?Alo alo Joni Bravo, tu fizeste um baita estrago!Alo Alo Andrei, lá no Tirol eu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108327758288556320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108327758288556320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108327758288556320' title=''/><author><name>Gustavo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008830244879476701</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-3931014.post-108302324956992542</id><published>2004-04-26T20:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T20:51:35.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Prova de Analise 1Faltam 10  dias pra minha prova de Analise 1 e, como Regina Duarte, sinto medo. Nunca senti isso com tanta antecedência. Três dias e medo, pode soar estranho, mas dez dias e medo é quase uma contradição em si mesmo!!!!! bom, tem coisa pra caralho pra estudar. e fora isso o professor é maluco (sério mesmo, doido, demente).estudei nada hj (duas horas). vou pra casa dormir </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108302324956992542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108302324956992542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108302324956992542' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16434932718141997779</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-3931014.post-108301624793465940</id><published>2004-04-26T18:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T18:54:59.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>N1 - Tem axé, brega, lambada, glitter, 60's, 50's, samba-rock, hard-core, ska......................................................aguardem a volta do Esporro Man.N2 - O que fazem aí parados? Kill Bill espera por vocês!N3 - Andrei, bora encher a cara um dia desses! Faz um século que não lhe vejo porra!!N4 - Gustavo, lá na Espanha procure o Ronaldinho e diga a ele pra devolver meu vinil do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108301624793465940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931014/posts/default/108301624793465940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelatoboy.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108301624793465940' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564182194429077640</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>
