<?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-10558674</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:14:24.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Start The Riot</title><subtitle type='html'>A Lenda. O Mito. O Pingo Descafeinado.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Riot</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>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10558674.post-8918203755559760391</id><published>2007-09-13T20:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T20:07:01.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my...Last Exit</title><content type='html'>Demos o die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A partir de agora podem-nos encontrar (ou pelo menos alguns resquícios) unicamente por aqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://praestantia.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://praestantia.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-8918203755559760391?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/8918203755559760391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/8918203755559760391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-mylast-exit.html' title='This is my...Last Exit'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-796760015109575291</id><published>2007-07-09T00:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T01:01:49.509+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hora H (já não era sem tempo!)</title><content type='html'>- Eu sou o Anti-Cristo!! Mwhahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;- E eu sou anti aumento das portagens. Cada um com a sua causa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In Hora H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Herman está de volta...e em grande forma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-796760015109575291?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/796760015109575291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/796760015109575291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2007/07/hora-h-j-no-era-sem-tempo.html' title='Hora H (já não era sem tempo!)'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-2143551938745633009</id><published>2007-06-15T00:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T00:45:58.583+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A arte de bem esfaquear</title><content type='html'>Recebi hoje a notícia dum esfaqueamento de um professor da Universidade do Minho por um aluno da mesma instituição. Até aqui tudo bem. O pior é que, segundo é dito na notícia, a faca em questão estava "pouco afiada" e os cortes foram meramente "superficiais".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O professor em questão já deu uma reprimenda ao aluno: "foi um esfaquemento fraco", afirmou. "Dá para um 8 na parte prática, mas vai ter que fazer melhor na parte teórica".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É este o ensino que temos em Portugal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-2143551938745633009?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/2143551938745633009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/2143551938745633009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2007/06/arte-de-bem-esfaquear.html' title='A arte de bem esfaquear'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-6232109104749240823</id><published>2007-04-01T01:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T01:01:34.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Deus é cor-de-laranja</title><content type='html'>É mentira. E não só o é, como até é o seu dia. Um dia dedicado à mentira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sendo a mentira (e por conseguinte tudo o que lhe é associado) um dos grandes males da sociedade, é no mínimo irónico que exista um dia em sua horna. Já estou mesmo a ver daqui a pouco a criarem coisas como o Dia da Corrupção ou o Dia da Imbecilidade Atroz e até o Dia do Cigano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está perdido este Mundo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-6232109104749240823?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/6232109104749240823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/6232109104749240823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2007/04/deus-cor-de-laranja.html' title='Deus é cor-de-laranja'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-4397795997144700850</id><published>2007-02-26T00:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-26T00:57:09.522Z</updated><title type='text'>Ouch...</title><content type='html'>É um dos lemas da Liga Inglesa. Só nunca pensei que fosse levado tão a sério:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's kick racism out of football."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ht0Vnpexx5w/ReIvDcYtF4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/_ZQSkdK0f4k/s1600-h/Terry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035639069559560066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ht0Vnpexx5w/ReIvDcYtF4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/_ZQSkdK0f4k/s400/Terry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Já agora, o que raio está o Julio Baptista a fazer lá atrás? Está a fazer o aquecimento a meio do jogo ou a dançar?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-4397795997144700850?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/4397795997144700850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/4397795997144700850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2007/02/pela-igualdade.html' title='Ouch...'/><author><name>Riot</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ht0Vnpexx5w/ReIvDcYtF4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/_ZQSkdK0f4k/s72-c/Terry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10558674.post-8443072190485391776</id><published>2007-02-11T22:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-08T03:03:21.872Z</updated><title type='text'>Boa estratégia</title><content type='html'>Percebe-se que a Joana Amaral Dias e Odete Santos tenham defendido o "Sim" no Referendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto porque à primeira ninguém consegue dizer "Não", e a segunda é o próprio aborto a defender-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há oposição que resista.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-8443072190485391776?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/8443072190485391776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/8443072190485391776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2007/02/boa-estratgia.html' title='Boa estratégia'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-117030523389816011</id><published>2007-02-01T04:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-01T04:47:13.926Z</updated><title type='text'>1/02/2007</title><content type='html'>Um bolo de arroz, uma ogiva nuclear, um cruzamento com via sem prioridade, um balde de massa. E 110 metros barreiras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Start The Riot faz 2 anos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-117030523389816011?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/117030523389816011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/117030523389816011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2007/02/1022007.html' title='1/02/2007'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-116874311520113046</id><published>2007-01-14T02:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-14T02:51:55.300Z</updated><title type='text'>Doutor preciso de ajuda</title><content type='html'>O Start The Riot adianta, em primeira mão, os 3 participantes da próxima semana do já popular programa da TVI "Doutor preciso de ajuda".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles são Miccoli, Mantorras e Rui Costa, que conseguiram desesperadamente fugir do Departamento Médico do Benfica num Citroën Saxo conduzido por Luisão, que se prontificou a ajudar os seus colegas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-116874311520113046?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/116874311520113046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/116874311520113046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2007/01/doutor-preciso-de-ajuda.html' title='Doutor preciso de ajuda'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-116812952287286410</id><published>2007-01-07T00:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-07T00:25:22.893Z</updated><title type='text'>Assis</title><content type='html'>Confirma-se a suspensão do camisola 25 do Benfica, devido a um controlo anti-doping positivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que durante os próximos 6 meses, Nuno Assis ver-se-á forçado a mudar de nome para Nuno Assis&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...aos jogos na bancada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-116812952287286410?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/116812952287286410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/116812952287286410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2007/01/assis.html' title='Assis'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-116809334441223124</id><published>2007-01-06T14:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-06T14:22:24.433Z</updated><title type='text'>Inaceitável</title><content type='html'>Pois é, os cientistas prevêm que 2007 será o ano mais quente desde que há registos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vergonhoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não chegava o aumento do pão, o aumento das portagens, o aumento dos combustíveis...agora até a temperatura vai aumentar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o salve-se quem puder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-116809334441223124?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/116809334441223124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/116809334441223124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2007/01/inaceitvel.html' title='Inaceitável'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-116697274679150811</id><published>2006-12-24T15:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-24T15:05:46.806Z</updated><title type='text'>Impreterivelmente, é Natal</title><content type='html'>Pois é. Confirmam-se as previsões iniciais. Este ano também vai haver Natal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num país mergulhado numa crise económica, insiste-se num projecto utópico de haver Natal todos os anos. Absurdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o pior é que depois não há orçamento para o Ministério das Temperaturas, e depois surgem situações vergonhosas como temperaturas negativas e afins. Mesmo depois do Governo ter prometido temperaturas de, pelo menos, 8 a 10 graus centígrados já para 2006, assim como aumentos para 2007 ao nível da inflação. Uma vergonha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim, e visando o Decreto-Lei nº74-A/76430 que compele todos os cidadãos a desejarem Feliz Natal a toda a gente, mesmo aqueles conhecidos que são chatos como um raio e ninguém gosta deles, aqui vai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o 2006º Natal já realizado seja, enfim, o melhor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-116697274679150811?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/116697274679150811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/116697274679150811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/12/impreterivelmente-natal.html' title='Impreterivelmente, é Natal'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-116636385139400864</id><published>2006-12-17T13:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-17T18:43:08.816Z</updated><title type='text'>Sim Carolina ó i ó ai...sim Carolina ó ai meu bem!</title><content type='html'>Então não é que eu fui comprar o livro "Eu, Carolina", e quando comecei a ler é que reparei que tinha trazido para casa o "Tu, Pinto da Costa"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele há coisas que não têm explicação!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-116636385139400864?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/116636385139400864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/116636385139400864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/12/sim-carolina-i-aisim-carolina-ai-meu.html' title='Sim Carolina ó i ó ai...sim Carolina ó ai meu bem!'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-116448688302384405</id><published>2006-11-25T20:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-25T20:34:43.036Z</updated><title type='text'>7</title><content type='html'>Se uma imagem vale mais do que mil palavras, o que valerão sete golos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1487/348/1600/928033/7-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1487/348/400/957948/7-0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O 7 a 0 faz 7 anos. Turdó, Karpin, Juanfran, Makelele e Mostovoi...muito, muito obrigado a todos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-116448688302384405?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/116448688302384405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/116448688302384405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/11/7.html' title='7'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-116337837112921287</id><published>2006-11-13T00:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:39:31.143Z</updated><title type='text'>Rato: espécie em extinção</title><content type='html'>Li uma entrevista do Bill Gates em que ele dizia que daqui a 10 anos deixaremos de utilizar o rato nos PCs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O rato e o teclado abrirão caminho para as ordens transmitidas verbalmente, através do tacto ou gestos com a mão, prevê o fundador da Microsoft em declarações publicadas na edição de hoje do jornal britânico The Observer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«O ritmo de inovação nos próximos dez anos será muito mais rápido que o registado até agora», afirmou Gates."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora deixa cá ver. Em termos de interface, nos últimos 20 anos, passamos de um rato com 2 botões para um rato com 2 botões e uma rodinha no meio. Mas daqui a 10 já estaremos a falar com o computador e fazer gestos no ar para interagir dinamicamente com o sistema operativo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-116337837112921287?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/116337837112921287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/116337837112921287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/11/rato-espcie-em-extino.html' title='Rato: espécie em extinção'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-116303440230391742</id><published>2006-11-09T01:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-09T01:06:42.316Z</updated><title type='text'>Arte urbana</title><content type='html'>Irrestistível momento de humor que me foi enviado por e-mail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ferrari despede equipa de mecânicos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O anúncio surgiu de surpresa no dia de ontem quando a equipa fez saber à comunicação social que pretendia contratar um grupo de jovens do Bairro da Cova da Moura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A decisão surgiu depois dos responsáveis da equipa terem assistido a um documentário na RTP África, em que se mostrava que um grupo de jovens do bairro era capaz de remover 4 pneus em menos de 6 segundos usando ferramentas básicas, ao contrário da actual equipa de mecânicos da Ferrari que apenas consegue fazer 8 segundos contando com milhões de euros de equipamento de ponta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta decisão audaz pode tornar-se como um dos momentos decisivos do campeonato, já que actualmente muitas das corridas são ganhas nas boxes, e pode-se tornar uma vantagem em relação ás outras equipas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto a equipa de F1 acabou por ter algumas surpresas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No primeiro treino a nova equipa de mecânicos, não só foram capazes de mudar os pneus em 6 segundos como também repintaram o carro, mudaram o número de série e venderam-no à Mclaren por 8 grades de cerveja, um saco de ganza e algumas fotos da mulher do Raikonen no chuveiro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-116303440230391742?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/116303440230391742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/116303440230391742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/11/arte-urbana.html' title='Arte urbana'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-116242322833503936</id><published>2006-11-01T23:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-01T23:20:28.346Z</updated><title type='text'>O Benfica ganhou?? De três e zero?!</title><content type='html'>Só o calendário pode justificar tamanho absurdo: 1 de Novembro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando (Dia de Todos os) Santos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só com a ajuda deles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-116242322833503936?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/116242322833503936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/116242322833503936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/11/o-benfica-ganhou-de-trs-e-zero.html' title='O Benfica ganhou?? De três e zero?!'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-116120535627935952</id><published>2006-10-18T21:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T22:02:36.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se calhar...vou ganhar o Euromilhões</title><content type='html'>Filipe Soares Franco, presidente do Sporting, afirmou hoje que "Se calhar o Sporting vai ganhar o Campeonato, a Taça e a Liga dos Campeões."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois do jogo desta noite, eu afirmaria também que o Sporting, se calhar, também vencerá a Taça Libertadores, a Liga dos Campeões Africanos, o Mundial de Construtores de F1 e a Regata America's Cup 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-116120535627935952?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/116120535627935952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/116120535627935952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/10/se-calharvou-ganhar-o-euromilhes.html' title='Se calhar...vou ganhar o Euromilhões'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-116014494923472642</id><published>2006-10-06T15:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T15:29:09.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Por amor de deus ó Sócrates!</title><content type='html'>José Sócrates afirmou hoje que o Ministro da Ciência, Mariano Gago, tinha uns "lindos olhos".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora, para além de confirmar o rumor sobre a sua homossexualidade, José Sócrates demonstra que percebe tanto de beleza masculina como de política.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estive seriamente tentado a por aqui no blog uma foto do Sr.Gago, mas olhar para ela provocou-me, perdoem-me a crueza da expressão, asco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O homem parece uma alforreca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-116014494923472642?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/116014494923472642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/116014494923472642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/10/por-amor-de-deus-scrates.html' title='Por amor de deus ó Sócrates!'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-115827094881185867</id><published>2006-09-14T22:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T22:55:48.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vit.Setúbal 0-3 Heerenveen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1487/348/1600/VIII%20Ex??rcito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1487/348/400/VIII%20Ex%3F%3Frcito.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentes de Setúbal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já perderam 7 exércitos e mesmo assim não desistem??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quem lhe chame bravura, eu chamo-lhe masoquismo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contra os canhões marchar, marchar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-115827094881185867?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115827094881185867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115827094881185867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/09/vitsetbal-0-3-heerenveen.html' title='Vit.Setúbal 0-3 Heerenveen'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-115797932891230234</id><published>2006-09-11T13:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T13:55:28.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Serviço de 20 em 20 minutos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1487/348/1600/9-11%20Plane%20Hit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1487/348/400/9-11%20Plane%20Hit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malta...isto da hora de ponta é lixado...e realmente a ideia de ir de avião para o escritório parecia boa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-115797932891230234?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115797932891230234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115797932891230234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/09/servio-de-20-em-20-minutos.html' title='Serviço de 20 em 20 minutos!'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-115791569722738417</id><published>2006-09-10T20:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T20:14:57.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Notícia de última hora: Tromba de água cai em Freixo de Espada À Cinta.</title><content type='html'>Vários populares afirmaram que, apesar de tudo, estavam satisfeitos pelo facto do resto da orquestra não ter vindo atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As previsões iniciais apontavam para um contrabaixo de àgua, que proporcionaria consequências mais devastadoras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-115791569722738417?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115791569722738417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115791569722738417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/09/notcia-de-ltima-hora-tromba-de-gua-cai.html' title='Notícia de última hora: Tromba de água cai em Freixo de Espada À Cinta.'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-115722472147197932</id><published>2006-09-02T20:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T20:18:41.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma nova Liga?</title><content type='html'>Luís Filipe Vieira, apelou hoje ao fim da Liga de Clubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfilam-se como candidatos à sua sucessão a Liga de Cobre e a Liga de Aço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1487/348/1600/Liga%20de%20Cobre.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1487/348/1600/Liga%20de%20A??o.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1487/348/200/Liga%20de%20A%3F%3Fo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1487/348/1600/Liga%20de%20Cobre.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1487/348/200/Liga%20de%20Cobre.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1487/348/1600/Liga%20de%20Cobre.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1487/348/1600/Liga%20de%20Cobre.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-115722472147197932?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115722472147197932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115722472147197932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/09/uma-nova-liga.html' title='Uma nova Liga?'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-115705250998375369</id><published>2006-08-31T20:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T20:28:30.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Sr.Vicente na 2ª?</title><content type='html'>Malta, encontrei o culpado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1487/348/1600/Gil%20Vicente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1487/348/400/Gil%20Vicente.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gil, rapaz, que foste tu fazer?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-115705250998375369?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115705250998375369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115705250998375369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/08/o-srvicente-na-2.html' title='O Sr.Vicente na 2ª?'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-115654301238271409</id><published>2006-08-25T22:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T22:56:52.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mateus: o incompreendido?</title><content type='html'>Tanto barulho que se tem feito com o caso Mateus, que até o presidente do Leixões já se meteu ao barulho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na sequência, também o presidente do Benfica, Luís Filipe Vieira, chegou a interpor recurso, tendo desistido quando lhe foi comunicado que o Mateus em questão não era Rosé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já o antigo presidente do Benfica, Manuel Vilarinho, terá afirmado: "Um Mateus que não é Rosé, é como um céu que não tem estrelas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica registado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-115654301238271409?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115654301238271409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115654301238271409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/08/mateus-o-incompreendido.html' title='Mateus: o incompreendido?'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-115642943876853567</id><published>2006-08-24T15:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T15:46:35.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Size does matter!</title><content type='html'>Pois é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plutão foi expulso do sistema solar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pior que isso, foi apelidado de "planeta anão" pela comunidade científica. Ora isto é duma discriminação vergonhosa. É uma falta de respeito dizer "anão". São "pessoas pequenas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturalmente que Plutão já apresentou recurso nos tribunais civis, tendo endereçado uma proposta conjunta com o Gil Vicente, numa campanha contra "a discriminação e rejeição dos pequenos".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recorde-se que Plutão, nome latino para o deus grego Hades, era um popular destino turístico com o seu slogan: "Hades cá vir, hades."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-115642943876853567?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115642943876853567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115642943876853567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/08/size-does-matter.html' title='Size does matter!'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-115638134732556545</id><published>2006-08-23T01:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T15:21:41.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TCP/IP?</title><content type='html'>Ora bem, estava eu a jogar em rede com os meus amigos e o que me acontece?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apanhei um cardume de sardinhas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-115638134732556545?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115638134732556545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115638134732556545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/08/tcpip.html' title='TCP/IP?'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-115592089642942291</id><published>2006-08-18T18:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T18:08:16.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vrumm?</title><content type='html'>E este cenário?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um condutor a fazer uma barulheira monumental, ultrapassagens à maluca, a zigzaguear pelo meio do transito, a não parar nos vermelhos, a não parar nos stops, com o seu carro artilhado com uns brutos neons que se vêem a mais de 100 metros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um Zé do Boné no seu Saxo Cup Tupperware Edition? Nem por sombras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um condutor de ambulância em marcha de emergência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feita a analogia, só me resta dizer que parece que fui a primeira pessoa a arranjar alguma utilidade para os Zés Tuning da nossa praça. Às pessoas que dizem: "era po-los a roçar mato!" eu contraponho: "era po-los a conduzir ambulâncias".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-115592089642942291?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115592089642942291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115592089642942291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/08/vrumm.html' title='Vrumm?'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-115551719361351211</id><published>2006-08-14T01:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T02:00:46.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow</title><content type='html'>Alguém viu ontem o filme "Batman Returns"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É de facto um filme genial, realizado pelo não menos genial Tim Burton, mas é outro o motivo que me leva a enuncia-lo neste blog: uma frase absolutamente genial dita pelo vilão da história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, o Pinguim encontra a deliciosa CatWoman e profere a seguinte afirmação:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Just the pussy I was looking for!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-115551719361351211?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115551719361351211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115551719361351211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/08/meow.html' title='Meow'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-115534607372632686</id><published>2006-08-12T02:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T02:27:53.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O ar é de todos</title><content type='html'>Já repararam como o ar que se respira dentro das Universidades é mais puro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o chamado ar do &lt;em&gt;campus&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-115534607372632686?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115534607372632686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115534607372632686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/08/o-ar-de-todos.html' title='O ar é de todos'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-115474305217935958</id><published>2006-08-05T02:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T02:57:32.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Broeiros</title><content type='html'>Acabou de ser lançado no mercado um livro dedicado a esse belo alimento, a broa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nome? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Código D'Avintes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-115474305217935958?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115474305217935958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115474305217935958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/08/broeiros.html' title='Broeiros'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-115435470093020775</id><published>2006-07-31T14:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T15:05:00.940+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Palmas (de Maiorca)</title><content type='html'>E o que é esta mania de bater palmas quando o avião aterra??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já estou a imaginar o Comandante a dizer pelo intercomunicador: "Senhores passageiros, muito obrigado pelas palmas, foi um bom espectaculo, mas antes de irem embora quero cantar só mais uma..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quem serão os próximos? Os motoristas dos autocarros? Vai um gajo do Fontaínho até Santo Amaro do Penagião (localidades fictícias) a fazer a "hola" e ao chegar ao destino levamos o motorista em ombros?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E os condutores dos taxis? Se for um viagem praí de 800 metros também batemos palmas? Quantas palmas? E se for uma viagem de 5 kilometros? Já batemos mais palmas? E se for Tarifa 2? Existem palmas inter-urbanas? E a gorjeta? Podemos pagar em palmas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-115435470093020775?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115435470093020775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115435470093020775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/07/palmas-de-maiorca.html' title='Palmas (de Maiorca)'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-115344473164517738</id><published>2006-07-21T02:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T02:18:51.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zidane</title><content type='html'>Até podem dizer que eu estou a bater no ceguinho, a chover no molhado, a tocar no pífaro (não, espera lá, isso é outra coisa...)...mas a verdade é que vou voltar a falar do Zidane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que a FIFA decidiu castigar o Zidane pela agressão ao Materazzi, aplicando-lhe uma pena de 3 jogos de suspensão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora bem...o Zidane já avisou os amigos para esquecerem a peladinha no pavilhão e a futebolada na praia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-115344473164517738?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115344473164517738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115344473164517738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/07/zidane_21.html' title='Zidane'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-115344455936006835</id><published>2006-07-21T02:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T16:22:24.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Materazzi</title><content type='html'>Marco Materazzi já reagiu ao castigo de 3 jogos de suspensão imposto a Zidane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O jogador italiano revelou-se desiludido, tendo afirmado que efectivamente gostaria de ver Zidane suspenso...mas era com uma corda, pelos tomates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-115344455936006835?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115344455936006835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115344455936006835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/07/materazzi.html' title='Materazzi'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-115299278675744692</id><published>2006-07-15T20:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T20:52:26.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coup de boule</title><content type='html'>Este Zidane agora não quer outra coisa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1487/348/1600/Zidane%20Chirac.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1487/348/320/Zidane%20Chirac.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1487/348/1600/Zidane%20Chirac.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao que parece, Jacques Chirac terá confundido Zidane com outro jogador francês, tendo exclamado: "Ribery!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-115299278675744692?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115299278675744692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115299278675744692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/07/coup-de-boule.html' title='Coup de boule'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-115247828387085968</id><published>2006-07-09T21:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T23:38:35.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Itália X França</title><content type='html'>Podemos dizer sobre este jogo que a Itália, &lt;em&gt;Grosso&lt;/em&gt; modo, mereceu ganhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não sei quem é o numero 13, mas o que não faltava era gente a gritar: o treze é gay, o treze é gay...vá se lá saber porquê...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: E aquilo lá é penalty?? O Materazzi &lt;em&gt;malouda&lt;/em&gt; na perna do jogador francês!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-115247828387085968?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115247828387085968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115247828387085968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/07/itlia-x-frana.html' title='Itália X França'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-115210508905433122</id><published>2006-07-05T14:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T14:11:29.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Portugal X França</title><content type='html'>Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité, Vancifodé...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-115210508905433122?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115210508905433122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115210508905433122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/07/portugal-x-frana.html' title='Portugal X França'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-115196126278264482</id><published>2006-07-03T22:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:14:22.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ó Raquel, eu contigo fazia-me à strada!</title><content type='html'>Já repararam nesta nova tendência?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As miúdas jeitosas que têm aparecido na televisão Portuguesa, andam com uns nomes muito curiosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro foi a Daniela Ruah, depois a Raquel Strada...e agora vai ser quem? A Isabel Rotunda? A Josefina Avenida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto dá que pensar. Ai não que não dá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-115196126278264482?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115196126278264482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115196126278264482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/07/raquel-eu-contigo-fazia-me-strada.html' title='Ó Raquel, eu contigo fazia-me à strada!'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-115188148994341267</id><published>2006-07-02T23:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T00:04:49.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one bites the dust!</title><content type='html'>Ora bem, desta vez foi Inglaterra que foi com os porcos. E a equipa Portuguesa demonstrou ser, na minha opinião, Pauleta e mais 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 gajos a jogar futebol e o Pauleta...coiso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notícia de última hora: Pauleta fez questão de entregar uma proposta à FIFA no sentido do próximo Mundial ser jogado com fatias, e não com bolas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-115188148994341267?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115188148994341267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115188148994341267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-one-bites-dust.html' title='Another one bites the dust!'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-115144212735443109</id><published>2006-06-27T21:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T22:02:07.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Resumo da bola</title><content type='html'>Pois é. Hoje houve mais dois jogos do Mundial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por um lado, o Brasil &lt;em&gt;Pappoe&lt;/em&gt; o Gana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na outra face, a Espanha esteve com uma &lt;em&gt;Pernía&lt;/em&gt; nos Quartos de Final...mas a França é que acabou por ganhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Termino agradeçendo aos dois lateriais esquerdos que me permitiram escrever estas piadas. Sem eles nada disto seria possível.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-115144212735443109?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115144212735443109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115144212735443109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/06/resumo-da-bola.html' title='Resumo da bola'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-115127411946562223</id><published>2006-06-25T23:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T23:23:54.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Portugal 1 - 0 Holanda</title><content type='html'>Pois é...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van Persie, Van Nistelrooy, Van Bronckhorst, Van der Sar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van todos com o caralho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-115127411946562223?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115127411946562223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115127411946562223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/06/portugal-1-0-holanda.html' title='Portugal 1 - 0 Holanda'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-115030108192478178</id><published>2006-06-14T16:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T14:21:43.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma história de inspiração para a Humanidade</title><content type='html'>A vida é bonita. Muito bonita. Há histórias da vida que realmente nos comovem e nos inspiram para o futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Uma dessas histórias foi-me enviada por e-mail...&lt;br /&gt;Ele relata-nos a carta duma velhinha. Velhinha essa que foi convidada, juntamente com outros velhinhos, para um almoço numa escola. Durante esse almoço foram distribuidos presentes, e a velhinha acabou por ganhar um radio.&lt;br /&gt;A velhinha mandou assim um carta para a escola, que passo a transcrever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Caros alunos e membros da direcção,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus Vos abençoe pelo lindo rádio que ganhei durante o almoço em homenagem aos idosos! Eu tenho 84 anos e moro num lar de velhinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a minha família já faleceu, eu não tenho mais parentes. Por isso, foi muito reconfortante saber que existem pessoas que ainda pensam em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha companheira de quarto tem 95 anos de idade e ela teve um rádio durante muitos anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de eu ganhar este, ela nunca permitiu que eu ouvisse o rádio dela, mesmo quando ela estava a dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, há uns dias atrás, o rádio dela caiu da mesinha de cabeceira e espatifou-se no chão. Foi muito triste e ela chorou muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, ela pediu-me para ouvir o meu rádio, e eu disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Nem que te fodas toda, sua puta do caralho!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por me proporcionarem essa oportunidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gumercinda Alves de Souza."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta história é uma homenagem para a humanidade e para a grandeza do ser Humano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-115030108192478178?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115030108192478178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/115030108192478178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/06/uma-histria-de-inspirao-para.html' title='Uma história de inspiração para a Humanidade'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-114973441898089313</id><published>2006-06-08T03:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T03:42:34.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Por uma cabine telefónica, por um Credifone, por um sonho...</title><content type='html'>A verdade é só uma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde que acabou o Credifone, nunca mais fui o mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias pergunto a mim mesmo: Porquê? Porquê??? Não é justo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOLTA CREDIFONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-114973441898089313?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114973441898089313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114973441898089313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/06/por-uma-cabine-telefnica-por-um.html' title='Por uma cabine telefónica, por um Credifone, por um sonho...'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-114935713181079786</id><published>2006-06-03T18:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T18:52:11.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai...é amô...aiaiai é amô...é amô...</title><content type='html'>Ora bem, o nosso muy nobre seleccionador nacional, Felipão Scolari, disse numa entrevista recente que "Os jogadores da Selecção têm muito amor para dar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ó colega, isso do amor já eles deram no Mundial da Coreia e Japão. E tanto quanto se sabe, até pagaram para o dar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se na altura não resultou, duvido que agora também resulte...mas o que percebo eu de futebol?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-114935713181079786?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114935713181079786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114935713181079786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/06/ai-amaiaiai-am-am.html' title='Ai...é amô...aiaiai é amô...é amô...'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-114825611257983096</id><published>2006-05-22T00:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T01:01:52.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O argumento que faltava</title><content type='html'>Ora bem, estive aqui a ver um site da internet que reune opiniões e apelos de alguns musicos Portugueses, no sentido de combater a pirataria informatica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os bons rapazes dos D'zrt disseram algo deveras interessante:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Roubar a música é matar a música. Sempre que sacas uma música estás a contribuir para que os nossos concertos acabem."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, senhores e senhoras, vamos ser solidarios:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Liguem a porra dos Emules, Btugas, Azureus, Edonkeys, Kazaas e afins a noite inteira. Vamos sacar musicas como se não houvesse amanhã.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-114825611257983096?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114825611257983096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114825611257983096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/05/o-argumento-que-faltava.html' title='O argumento que faltava'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-114808314888462058</id><published>2006-05-20T00:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T20:40:20.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Virus Alert</title><content type='html'>Ah e tal, isto é um virus informático criado pelo Start The Riot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, não percebo corno de informática. Não sei tão pouco distinguir um sistema operativo dos cortinados da sala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, caro utilizador, seja simpático. Facilite-nos a vida eliminando um ficheiro importante q.b. do seu computador. Faça deste vírus o mais temível e destruidor desde os tempos áureos do José Cid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-114808314888462058?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114808314888462058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114808314888462058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/05/virus-alert.html' title='Virus Alert'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-114730102209578835</id><published>2006-05-10T23:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T23:43:42.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns Ariza</title><content type='html'>Hoje disputou-se a final da Taça Uefa, tendo o Sevilha vencido o "Boro" pela chapa 4, sem resposta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De destacar na formação Sevilhana, a prestação do ex-Português Makukula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bela exibição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito activo e dinâmico nos festejos, revelou ainda grande oportunismo quando tirou a taça das mãos do Enzo Maresca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-114730102209578835?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114730102209578835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114730102209578835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/05/parabns-ariza.html' title='Parabéns Ariza'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-114687701262601582</id><published>2006-05-06T01:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T01:56:52.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Greve de fome</title><content type='html'>Estive a pensar e tal, e decidi fazer greve de fome durante 2 semanas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vou conseguir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante 2 semanas, não vou passar fome! Nem um único momento com fome! Greve é greve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por um ideal!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-114687701262601582?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114687701262601582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114687701262601582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/05/greve-de-fome.html' title='Greve de fome'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-114670002179669963</id><published>2006-05-04T01:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T01:08:06.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1:23 de 04/05/06</title><content type='html'>São precisamente 1:23 de 04/05/06.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto quer dizer uma de duas coisas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou quer dizer que chegou a hora do Juízo Final e todos nós pagaremos os nossos pecados com o surgimento do Apocalipse...ou quer dizer que tenho relógio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muita gente teme ainda que aconteça aquilo que aconteceu no longíquo ano de 1006, ou seja, precisamente nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 2:34 de 05/06/07 cá estaremos...caso o Apocalipse não aconteça agora claro.&lt;br /&gt;Ou então adia-se isso do Apocalipse para as 3:45 de 06/07/08...até porque é suposto num fim do Mundo que se preze um gajo arder a bem arder, logo convém que seja no Verão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro que isto desde logo levanta outros problemas, tipo no Hemisfério Sul é Inverno, logo o Apocalipse deles será manifestamente fraco.&lt;br /&gt;E aí surgem os processos em tribunal por discriminação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É do caralho isto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ainda sou do tempo em que os Apocalipses eram tipo Mundiais de Futebol...a união de todos os povos, a familia toda junta a ver pela televisão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje em dia é tudo interesses. E a culpa é dos políticos! Só pode!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-114670002179669963?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114670002179669963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114670002179669963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/05/123-de-040506.html' title='1:23 de 04/05/06'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-114643121413515417</id><published>2006-04-30T22:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:06:54.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Piada historico-política</title><content type='html'>Um amigo meu estava-me a perguntar se eu prefiro ser tratado por tu ou por você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao que eu lhe respondi: eu prefiro ser Tratado de Tordesilhas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-114643121413515417?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114643121413515417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114643121413515417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/04/piada-historico-poltica.html' title='Piada historico-política'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-114633611218389241</id><published>2006-04-29T19:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T19:41:52.203+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É um verdadeiro record na escala de palhaçada</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;28 de Abril&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capa do Record: Scolari de malas feitas - Seleccionador vai para Inglaterra após Mundial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29 de Abril&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em letras pequenas (lá para um cantinho...) - Scolari recusa Inglaterra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-114633611218389241?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114633611218389241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114633611218389241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/04/um-verdadeiro-record-na-escala-de.html' title='É um verdadeiro record na escala de palhaçada'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-114600036227402228</id><published>2006-04-26T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T22:41:10.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabens Chernobyl</title><content type='html'>...hoje é dia de festa, cantam as nossas almas, à menina Chernobyl, uma salva de palmas (para quem tiver nascido com elas!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo para a tua irmã Playmobil!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-114600036227402228?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114600036227402228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114600036227402228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/04/parabens-chernobyl.html' title='Parabens Chernobyl'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-114467127929419260</id><published>2006-04-10T13:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T13:14:39.310+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Marketing caseiro</title><content type='html'>Esta foi um amigo meu que inventou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um belo dum slogan para o tráfico ilegal de armas: - "Uzi e abuzi."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-114467127929419260?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114467127929419260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114467127929419260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/04/marketing-caseiro.html' title='Marketing caseiro'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-114304431024470907</id><published>2006-03-22T16:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-22T16:18:30.266Z</updated><title type='text'>Circo das celebridades...</title><content type='html'>Ó Sara, anda cá que eu não te Aleixo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-114304431024470907?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114304431024470907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114304431024470907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/03/circo-das-celebridades.html' title='Circo das celebridades...'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-114245225081248092</id><published>2006-03-15T19:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-15T19:57:17.603Z</updated><title type='text'>Vaselina e água benta, cada qual toma a que quer</title><content type='html'>"Vamos ter que levar com ele até ao final da época!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by José Veiga &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-114245225081248092?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114245225081248092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114245225081248092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/03/vaselina-e-gua-benta-cada-qual-toma.html' title='Vaselina e água benta, cada qual toma a que quer'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-114210830956109547</id><published>2006-03-11T20:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-11T20:21:13.043Z</updated><title type='text'>Há muitos há...</title><content type='html'>Pois é. Acabei de ver uma notícia sobre um homem-bomba, que, como o nome indica, explodiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho simplesmente lamentavel alguém fazer atentados desta natureza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o pior não é um homem bomba ter rebentado. &lt;br /&gt;O pior é que&lt;strong&gt; ha mas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-114210830956109547?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114210830956109547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114210830956109547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/03/h-muitos-h.html' title='Há muitos há...'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-114183279153156939</id><published>2006-03-08T15:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-08T15:46:31.556Z</updated><title type='text'>Chopp?</title><content type='html'>E a nova publicidade da Sagres Chopp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah e tal, pede-se a cerveja e quem a vem trazer é a Ivete Sangalo e umas meninas do samba muito jeitosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece-me tudo muito bonito, mas deve dar uma despesa do caraças pagar a este pessoal todo. Vá lá que pelo menos o gajo pediu 5 cervejas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu pus-me a pensar, e se o gajo só pedisse 1 cerveja? O mais certo era já não virem as meninas do samba e a Ivete Sangalo.&lt;br /&gt;Na melhor das hipoteses viria um grupo de prostitutas brasileiras desdentadas e a Simara...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-114183279153156939?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114183279153156939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114183279153156939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/03/chopp.html' title='Chopp?'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-114096827768607273</id><published>2006-02-26T15:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-26T15:37:57.710Z</updated><title type='text'>Latinada</title><content type='html'>Ok. Situação hipotética.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um grupo de bebés, na Roma Antiga, à hora de almoço. &lt;br /&gt;O que é que eles dizem quando o almoço chega?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habemus Papa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-114096827768607273?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114096827768607273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114096827768607273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/02/latinada.html' title='Latinada'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-114004411937436831</id><published>2006-02-15T22:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-15T22:57:57.696Z</updated><title type='text'>Chineses...</title><content type='html'>É pá, há uns dias recebi um e-mail engraçado. Dizia que não havia registos de funerais de Chineses. Questionava portanto, o que era feito aos Chineses que iam morrendo (supondo que eles, de facto, morrem).&lt;br /&gt;A sugestão avançada é que a carne que andamos a comer nos restaurantes Chineses é mais chinesa do que se possa imaginar. Ou seja, é a carne dos próprios Chineses que lá vão morrendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu pensei para mim, estes gajos não têm mais nada que fazer e andam praí a inventar tretas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas então lembrei-me de uma coisa...em quase todos os restaurantes Chineses há sempre um prato chamado &lt;strong&gt;Família Feliz&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canibalismo à parte, até nem ponho dúvidas que é uma familia...agora, feliz não está de certeza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom apetite...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-114004411937436831?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114004411937436831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/114004411937436831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/02/chineses.html' title='Chineses...'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-113952147909959586</id><published>2006-02-09T21:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-09T21:44:39.123Z</updated><title type='text'>Mas...porquê?</title><content type='html'>Predio do Vasco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Por si só, a mera enunciação deste "programa"(?) de televisão seria motivo para ficarmos horas a rir. Mas maus programas há em todo o lado e não é por isso que vale a pena falar deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é realmente engraçado é o sketch com os pretos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que o raio dos pretos passam a vida com a roupa toda suja e a cabeça toda cagada mas a porcaria do andaime está sempre limpo e a brilhar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-113952147909959586?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113952147909959586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113952147909959586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/02/masporqu.html' title='Mas...porquê?'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-113934310403037030</id><published>2006-02-07T20:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-07T20:11:44.043Z</updated><title type='text'>O meu primeiro takeover</title><content type='html'>Ó shôr Belmiro, era um bolo de arroz e a Portugal Telecom, se faz favor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-113934310403037030?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113934310403037030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113934310403037030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/02/o-meu-primeiro-takeover.html' title='O meu primeiro takeover'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-113888732686376790</id><published>2006-02-02T13:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-02T13:35:26.876Z</updated><title type='text'>Associação de Drogados e Afins</title><content type='html'>Eh pah, acabei de saber que sou sócio duma associação de drogados!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então não é que chega um drogado à minha beira e me diz: "Ó sócio, arranja aí uns trocos..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tipo, já não devo pagar quotas há muito tempo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-113888732686376790?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113888732686376790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113888732686376790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/02/associao-de-drogados-e-afins.html' title='Associação de Drogados e Afins'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-113875756922175239</id><published>2006-02-01T01:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-02-01T01:32:49.236Z</updated><title type='text'>1 de Fevereiro de 2006</title><content type='html'>O blog faz hoje 1 ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não pusemos fim à fome no mundo, não encontramos a cura para o cancro, não establecemos a paz no Mundo e não acabamos com o Benfica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas prometo que neste próximo ano faremos isso e muito mais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivam os elefantes cor-de-rosa!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-113875756922175239?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113875756922175239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113875756922175239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/02/1-de-fevereiro-de-2006_01.html' title='1 de Fevereiro de 2006'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-113795295964039527</id><published>2006-01-22T18:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-22T18:02:39.653Z</updated><title type='text'>O 7º Candidato</title><content type='html'>Afinal há 7 candidatos ás eleições presidenciais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu perguntei a um amigo meu em quem é que ele tinha votado e ele respondeu-me: votei em Consciência!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E também já ouvi hoje muita gente a apelar para as pessoas votarem em Consciência! É uma clara violação das regras eleitorais!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-113795295964039527?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113795295964039527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113795295964039527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/01/o-7-candidato.html' title='O 7º Candidato'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-113759670050890500</id><published>2006-01-18T15:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-18T15:05:00.536Z</updated><title type='text'>Bruno Aguiar assina pelo Hearts</title><content type='html'>Bruno a guiar assina pelo Hearts???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não percebi como é que esse tal de Bruno conseguiu assinar um contrato enquanto guiava!! E o código da estrada?? Não é para se cumprir??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-113759670050890500?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113759670050890500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113759670050890500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/01/bruno-aguiar-assina-pelo-hearts.html' title='Bruno Aguiar assina pelo Hearts'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-113651059514339584</id><published>2006-01-06T01:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-06T01:24:18.336Z</updated><title type='text'>O fim</title><content type='html'>Pois é, o Estoril acabou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois do Farense,  o Algarve perde mais um clube...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Vocês sabem do que é que eu estou a falar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-113651059514339584?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113651059514339584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113651059514339584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/01/o-fim.html' title='O fim'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-113621150696942781</id><published>2006-01-02T14:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-02T15:11:46.993Z</updated><title type='text'>Sem testemunhas</title><content type='html'>Pois é, hoje foi assaltada a sede da ACAPO, em plena luz do dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por incrível que pareça, ninguém viu nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-113621150696942781?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113621150696942781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113621150696942781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/01/sem-testemunhas.html' title='Sem testemunhas'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-113613779029780404</id><published>2006-01-01T17:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-01T17:49:50.310Z</updated><title type='text'>Para variar, um post sério</title><content type='html'>É só para desejar um ano fantástico a toda a gente que estiver a ler isto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais difícil que possa ser, tentem manter sempre, mas mesmo sempre, um espírito positivo.&lt;br /&gt;As coisas más só servem para darmos verdadeiramente valor às coisas boas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que 2006 seja, efectivamente, em grande.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-113613779029780404?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113613779029780404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113613779029780404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2006/01/para-variar-um-post-srio.html' title='Para variar, um post sério'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-113590495841481995</id><published>2005-12-30T01:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-30T01:09:18.426Z</updated><title type='text'>Este post é para partir a Louça toda!</title><content type='html'>Ora, o Excelso Professor Doutor Francisco Louçã decidiu candidatar-se à Presidência da República, com o claro objectivo de sair em representação de várias minorias nacionais. &lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, ele próprio é meio preto, meio cigano, meio monhé, meio xungoso e meio homossexual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-113590495841481995?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113590495841481995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113590495841481995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/12/este-post-para-partir-loua-toda.html' title='Este post é para partir a Louça toda!'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-113581560201601336</id><published>2005-12-29T00:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-29T00:20:02.046Z</updated><title type='text'>Zé Pipoca</title><content type='html'>Eu só vos digo: puta que pariu o Zé Milho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valha-nos Jesus Crista!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-113581560201601336?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113581560201601336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113581560201601336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/12/z-pipoca.html' title='Zé Pipoca'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-113555535525202219</id><published>2005-12-25T12:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-26T00:06:59.040Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal!</title><content type='html'>"I'm dreaming of a White Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;Just like the ones I used to know..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os Ku Klux Klan desejam a todos os leitores deste blog um Feliz Natal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-113555535525202219?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113555535525202219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113555535525202219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal!'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-113543104164561851</id><published>2005-12-24T13:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-24T13:30:41.663Z</updated><title type='text'>Solos</title><content type='html'>Estava aqui a pensar para mim sobre quais seriam os melhores solos de bateria e guitarra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora, dado o peso elevado da bateria, eu recomendaria um solo granítico.&lt;br /&gt;Já a guitarra, mais leve, necessitaria apenas de um solo arenoso ou calcário.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-113543104164561851?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113543104164561851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113543104164561851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/12/solos.html' title='Solos'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-113530476808506883</id><published>2005-12-23T02:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-23T02:26:08.100Z</updated><title type='text'>Tantum Verde</title><content type='html'>É pá, era Tantum, mas Tantum Verde, e fui logo encontrar um vermelho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-113530476808506883?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113530476808506883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113530476808506883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/12/tantum-verde.html' title='Tantum Verde'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-113517177943095260</id><published>2005-12-21T13:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-21T13:29:39.456Z</updated><title type='text'>SaPatos</title><content type='html'>Alguém sabe qual é a semelhança entre uma sapataria e um forno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que numa sapataria há sapatos, e um forno também assa patos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-113517177943095260?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113517177943095260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113517177943095260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/12/sapatos.html' title='SaPatos'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-113482557428572913</id><published>2005-12-17T13:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-17T13:19:34.313Z</updated><title type='text'>Altura de compras</title><content type='html'>Ah e tal como é quase Natal, anda o pessoal todo nos Shoppings a fazer compras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso esta é uma péssima altura para fazer compras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, para mim a melhor altura para fazer compras é praí um metro e setenta seis, um metro e setenta e oito...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-113482557428572913?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113482557428572913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113482557428572913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/12/altura-de-compras.html' title='Altura de compras'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-113468310531033362</id><published>2005-12-15T21:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-15T21:45:05.326Z</updated><title type='text'>Mudar o Mundo</title><content type='html'>Ainda hei de mudar o Mundo! Desde que não seja para muito longe de casa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-113468310531033362?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113468310531033362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113468310531033362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/12/mudar-o-mundo.html' title='Mudar o Mundo'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-113430601917433764</id><published>2005-12-11T12:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-11T13:00:19.193Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu é mais bolos</title><content type='html'>Gostas de peixe, palhaço?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cuidado com as vírgulas pessoal...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-113430601917433764?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113430601917433764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113430601917433764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/12/eu-mais-bolos.html' title='Eu é mais bolos'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-113390599483775860</id><published>2005-12-06T21:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-06T21:53:14.850Z</updated><title type='text'>Ó Artemedia, Petrzalka-mos!</title><content type='html'>E só usaram a Artmedia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se decidissem usar a Artmáxima ia ser bonito...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-113390599483775860?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113390599483775860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113390599483775860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/12/artemedia-petrzalka-mos.html' title='Ó Artemedia, Petrzalka-mos!'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-113381114499264941</id><published>2005-12-05T19:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-05T19:32:25.003Z</updated><title type='text'>Acidentes...</title><content type='html'>Ok, toda a gente sabe que miúdos no banco de trás do carro podem causar acidentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que menos gente sabe é que "acidentes" no banco de trás do carro podem causar miúdos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-113381114499264941?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113381114499264941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113381114499264941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/12/acidentes.html' title='Acidentes...'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-113371258377770219</id><published>2005-12-04T16:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-04T16:09:43.790Z</updated><title type='text'>O humor é cego...</title><content type='html'>Hoje vou contar-vos uma piada sobre um cego...bah, esqueçam, não tem nada a ver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-113371258377770219?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113371258377770219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113371258377770219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/12/o-humor-cego.html' title='O humor é cego...'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-113363072129781281</id><published>2005-12-03T17:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-03T17:25:21.310Z</updated><title type='text'>I believe I can fly...</title><content type='html'>Ideia estúpida Nº1: por coletes salva-vidas nos aviões em vez de pára-quedas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-113363072129781281?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113363072129781281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113363072129781281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-believe-i-can-fly.html' title='I believe I can fly...'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-113337558133439013</id><published>2005-11-30T18:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-30T18:36:02.310Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque será?</title><content type='html'>É a já mítica dúvida existencial:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que as Trident Morango sabem a morango mas as Trident Kids nao sabem a miúdos?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-113337558133439013?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113337558133439013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113337558133439013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/11/porque-ser.html' title='Porque será?'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-113310951594426772</id><published>2005-11-27T16:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-27T16:38:35.960Z</updated><title type='text'>Dicionário</title><content type='html'>Definição de&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;otário: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indivíduo que quer construir um aeroporto na OTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-113310951594426772?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113310951594426772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113310951594426772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/11/dicionrio.html' title='Dicionário'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-113296890840930305</id><published>2005-11-26T01:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-26T01:37:50.296Z</updated><title type='text'>George Best</title><content type='html'>Para recordar o genial jogador George Best, deixo aqui uma frase dele:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Em 1969 desisti das mulheres e do álcool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram os piores 20 minutos da minha vida."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além de ser bom de bola ainda tinha piada o raio do homem. Deixa saudades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-113296890840930305?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113296890840930305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113296890840930305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/11/george-best.html' title='George Best'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-113295824193500970</id><published>2005-11-25T22:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-25T22:37:21.950Z</updated><title type='text'>Notícia de última hora</title><content type='html'>4 alunos madeirenses tiveram um fim trágico ao morrerem afogados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A causa provável terá sido a campanha publicitaria: "O regresso às aulas é no Continente".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start The Riot is back!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-113295824193500970?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113295824193500970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/113295824193500970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/11/notcia-de-ltima-hora.html' title='Notícia de última hora'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-111370549321960541</id><published>2005-04-17T03:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T03:38:13.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Here</title><content type='html'>"I swear, I died inside that night&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still here&lt;br /&gt;And small&lt;br /&gt;So small…how could this struggle seem so big?&lt;br /&gt;So big...&lt;br /&gt;While the palms in the breeze still blow green&lt;br /&gt;And the waves in the sea still absolute blue&lt;br /&gt;But the horror…&lt;br /&gt;Every single thing I see is a reminder of her&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I'd curse the day I met her&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I imagine in a month...or twelve&lt;br /&gt;I'll be somewhere having a drink&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at a stupid joke&lt;br /&gt;Or just another stupid thing&lt;br /&gt;And I can see myself stopping short&lt;br /&gt;Drifting out of the present&lt;br /&gt;Sucked by the undertow and pulled out deep&lt;br /&gt;And there I am, standing&lt;br /&gt;Wet grass and white headstones all in rows&lt;br /&gt;And in the distance there's one, off on its own&lt;br /&gt;So I stop, kneel&lt;br /&gt;My new home...&lt;br /&gt;And I picture a sober awakening, a re-entry into this little bar scene&lt;br /&gt;Sip my drink til’ the ice hits my lip&lt;br /&gt;Order another round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it for now…&lt;br /&gt;Sorry…&lt;br /&gt;Never been too good at happy endings..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie Vedder (Pearl Jam)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este blog acabou hoje. Foi bom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-111370549321960541?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/111370549321960541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/111370549321960541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m Still Here'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-111367769440631474</id><published>2005-04-16T19:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T19:54:54.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frize...a água que Deus quize...</title><content type='html'>Eh pah, uma vez uma rapariga telefonou-me e disse-me com uma voz sensual:&lt;br /&gt; - Hoje não está ninguém em casa...queres cá vir?&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui...e não estava mesmo ninguém em casa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-111367769440631474?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/111367769440631474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/111367769440631474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/04/frizea-gua-que-deus-quize.html' title='Frize...a água que Deus quize...'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-111357604931538975</id><published>2005-04-15T15:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T15:40:49.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma do grandioso Pedro Ribeiro</title><content type='html'>Eh pah, e o que é que perguntaram ao Keanu Reaves quando ele se foi inscrever na tropa?&lt;br /&gt;- Então, é de Keanu, Reaves?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-111357604931538975?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/111357604931538975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/111357604931538975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/04/mais-uma-do-grandioso-pedro-ribeiro.html' title='Mais uma do grandioso Pedro Ribeiro'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-111351447784977687</id><published>2005-04-14T22:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T22:34:37.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Este sim, era um Senhor...</title><content type='html'>“Temos que analisar os pós e os contras." - Zé Maria (BigBrother)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-111351447784977687?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/111351447784977687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/111351447784977687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/04/este-sim-era-um-senhor.html' title='Este sim, era um Senhor...'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-111339889951214237</id><published>2005-04-13T14:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T14:28:19.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Piada húmida</title><content type='html'>Ah e tal, tão dois peixes a falar e não sei quê, e diz um para o outro:&lt;br /&gt;- Então, o que faz o teu pai?&lt;br /&gt;E diz o outro:&lt;br /&gt;- Nada...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-111339889951214237?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/111339889951214237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/111339889951214237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/04/piada-hmida.html' title='Piada húmida'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-111331301047064608</id><published>2005-04-12T14:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T14:37:32.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Puf...e fez-se Chocapic...</title><content type='html'>Sabem o que diz uma mãe Palestiniana quando vê o seu filho a entrar num autocarro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lá vai o meu rebento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-111331301047064608?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/111331301047064608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/111331301047064608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/04/pufe-fez-se-chocapic.html' title='Puf...e fez-se Chocapic...'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-111322424906939590</id><published>2005-04-11T13:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T13:57:29.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A bela da anedota xenófona (santinho!)</title><content type='html'>Eh pah, vai um ucraniano ao oftalmologista que lhe lhe mete estas letras á frente para testar a visão dele:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Y U R H K L O G S A W Z T”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E então pergunta-lhe o oftalmologista: Consegue ler ?&lt;br /&gt;E responde o urcaniano: Ler?? Eu conheço o gajo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-111322424906939590?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/111322424906939590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/111322424906939590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/04/bela-da-anedota-xenfona-santinho.html' title='A bela da anedota xenófona (santinho!)'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-111316726213441790</id><published>2005-04-10T22:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T22:07:42.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Batman</title><content type='html'>Porque é que o Batman mete o Batmobil na Batcaverna?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque tem medo que lho Robin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-111316726213441790?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/111316726213441790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/111316726213441790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/04/batman.html' title='Batman'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-111300169751447425</id><published>2005-04-09T00:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T00:08:17.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Secção de Classificados...</title><content type='html'>Vende-se paraquedas: Usado só uma vez. Nunca abriu. Como novo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-111300169751447425?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/111300169751447425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/111300169751447425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/04/seco-de-classificados.html' title='Secção de Classificados...'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-111296529728527481</id><published>2005-04-08T13:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T14:01:37.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Newcastle</title><content type='html'>Pois é, ontem o Sporting lá perdeu com o Newcastle. Não sei se repararam, mas o Newcastle trocou de guarda-redes ao intervalo.&lt;br /&gt;Ora, o guarda-redes titular, vira-se para o suplente que ia entrar e diz-lhe: "tem cuidado que o Sporting tem um avançado muito bom, o Liedson.&lt;br /&gt;E o suplente responde-lhe: "eu Shay Given"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-111296529728527481?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/111296529728527481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/111296529728527481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/04/newcastle.html' title='Newcastle'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-111282914055517954</id><published>2005-04-07T00:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T00:26:16.940+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah e tal...</title><content type='html'>Toda a gente morre uma vez, mas a Alanis Morrissete...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Um original do SINHORE Pedro Ribeiro)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-111282914055517954?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/111282914055517954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/111282914055517954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/04/ah-e-tal.html' title='Ah e tal...'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-111280462672485592</id><published>2005-04-06T17:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T17:23:46.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um conselho...</title><content type='html'>Se conduzires, não bebas.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda passas por cima duma lomba e entornas a cerveja toda...cruzes credo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-111280462672485592?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/111280462672485592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/111280462672485592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/04/um-conselho.html' title='Um conselho...'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-111272603234797164</id><published>2005-04-05T19:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T20:14:39.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Assim não! Assim não!</title><content type='html'>Li hoje no jornal uma notícia com este título: "São esperados 2 milhões de pessoas para o funeral do Sumo Pontífice".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu pergunto? Mas que é isto?? 2 milhões?? E quantas pessoas foram ao funeral do Sumo de Laranja Natural?? E ao do Suminho de Kunami Fresquinho??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, parece que uns são filhos, outros são enteados...bah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-111272603234797164?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/111272603234797164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/111272603234797164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/04/assim-no-assim-no.html' title='Assim não! Assim não!'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-111261664953809285</id><published>2005-04-04T13:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T13:10:49.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Piada meteorologica</title><content type='html'>Ora bem, esta é mais uma piada que não é minha, mas que tem que ser dita! É que não há pai para uma piada destas. Ora cá vai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão dois gajos a conversar, e um olha para o céu e diz: Vai chover...&lt;br /&gt;E responde o outro: Vai tu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Isto é lindo...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-111261664953809285?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/111261664953809285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/111261664953809285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/04/piada-meteorologica.html' title='Piada meteorologica'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-111254680597925766</id><published>2005-04-03T17:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T17:46:45.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu e tu, tu e eu...</title><content type='html'>Ah e tal, e esta frase de engate: Olha, perdi o meu número de telemovel. Podes-me dar o teu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-111254680597925766?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/111254680597925766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/111254680597925766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/04/eu-e-tu-tu-e-eu_111254680597925766.html' title='Eu e tu, tu e eu...'/><author><name>Riot</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-10558674.post-111246671071510859</id><published>2005-04-02T19:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T19:31:50.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jovem!</title><content type='html'>Jovem! Queres servir o teu país? Junta-te ao exército! Viaja pelo Mundo, entra em contacto com novas culturas, conhece gente interessante...e mata-a!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, esquerda, direita...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10558674-111246671071510859?l=starttheriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/111246671071510859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10558674/posts/default/111246671071510859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starttheriot.blogspot.com/2005/04/jovem.html' title='Jovem!'/><author><name>Riot</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></feed>
