maio 05, 2004

MARIA, TRAZ-ME O TECLADO QUE EU TENHO DE ESCREVER UM POST SOBRE ISTO!

Posted at maio 5, 2004 12:53 PM in Fetos Diversos .

Pensando bem, escreve-o tu, Maria, depois de acabares de lavar a loiça que eu tenho de acabar de coçar o umbigo.

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E depois de morrers queixas-te.

Vá vai dar a volta com o cão!

Posted by João Norte at maio 5, 2004 02:23 PM

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom. chuck They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.

Posted by chuck at dezembro 2, 2004 09:35 AM

He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. trevor No, 'tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world.

Posted by trevor at dezembro 2, 2004 09:35 AM

O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day! martha Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.

Posted by martha at dezembro 2, 2004 09:36 AM
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