<?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-11054638</id><updated>2012-02-01T22:45:03.881+02:00</updated><category term='cedry2k'/><category term='jip hop romanesc'/><category term='spate'/><category term='sarkozy'/><category term='cafe deko'/><category term='noul val'/><category term='simulare'/><category term='berlusconi'/><category term='doggy'/><category term='teo'/><category term='injuraturi'/><category term='becali'/><title type='text'>poante</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;DE ROMANI DATE, PENTRU OCHII SI PENTRU MINTEA ROMANILOR DEOPOTRIVA&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br&gt; glume bancuri haz voie buna veselie humor umor voie buna pastile cioace caterinca</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1495</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-216811815864155961</id><published>2012-02-01T22:45:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T22:45:03.971+02:00</updated><title type='text'>politice, de ieri pana azi</title><content type='html'>&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:13px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:13px;margin-left:0px;font-family:&amp;#39;Lucida Grande&amp;#39;,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:12px;line-height:21px;text-align:left;background-color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; - Nu va suparati&amp;hellip; Puteti sta putin mai la dreapta, sa-l vad si eu mai bine&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt; pe Basescu? &amp;hellip;&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt;- Sigur. Nu vreti sa va dau binoclul meu? &amp;hellip;&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt; - Nu, multumesc, am luneta la pusca!&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt; Intrebare: Daca Boc boceste, Basescu ce face?&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;..&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt; I: Ce spui daca-l vezi pe Basescu ingropat pana la gat in ciment?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:13px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:13px;margin-left:0px;font-family:&amp;#39;Lucida Grande&amp;#39;,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:12px;line-height:21px;text-align:left;background-color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; R: Mai trebuie ciment!&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt; La al 200-lea congres al PDL, Basescu, girbovit de ani si plictisit de&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt;povara puterii, se adreseaza participantilor:&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt; - Drragii mei, eu..eu m-am hotarit sa renunt. Propun sa fie aleasa in locul&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt; meu prietena mea, Elena!&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt;- Huooo! Huooo!&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt; - Atunci propun sa ma inlocuiasca la presidintie prietenul meu, Boc.&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt;- Huooo! Huooo!&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt; - Smecherilor! Stiam eu ca tot pe mine ma vreti!!!&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt; Basescu si Boc intr-o barca in largul marii infuriate.&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt;Un val puternic rastoarna barca.&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt; Intrebare:&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt;- Cine scapa?&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt; Raspuns:&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt;- Romania!&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt; &amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt;Scrisoare catre conducerea tarii:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:13px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:13px;margin-left:0px;font-family:&amp;#39;Lucida Grande&amp;#39;,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:12px;line-height:21px;text-align:left;background-color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; Draga domnu&amp;rsquo;presedinte,&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt;Io&amp;rsquo; as vrea sa-ti cad-un dinte&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt; (fie maseaua de minte!)&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt;Iara pentru domnu&amp;rsquo; Boc,&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt; Sa-si ia traista cu &amp;ldquo;noroc&amp;rdquo;&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt;Si sa plece-n lumea larga,&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt; Sa-si caute o talanga&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt;Si sa si-o puna de gat&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt; Ca sa fie-un bou complet&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt;(Sa fie talanga cu flacara violet!)&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt; &amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt;Boc către Băsescu.&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt; -Şefu, dacă nu câştigăm alegerile anul viitor ce facem ?&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt;-PUŞCĂRIE !!!&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt; &amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;.&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt;O baba surda se urca in tramvai ,la un moment dat vine controlorul&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt; -biletul la control va rog!&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt;-ce zici maica?&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt; -biletul la control !&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt;baba se intoarce catre o tanara si intreaba:&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt; -ce zice fa maica ?&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt;-zice biletul la control pentru ca dansul e controlor.&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt; baba se intoarce suparata catre controlor si zice&lt;br style="padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px"&gt;-si eu sunt contra lor maica dar ce dracu sa le faci!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-216811815864155961?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/216811815864155961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/216811815864155961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2012/02/politice-de-ieri-pana-azi.html' title='politice, de ieri pana azi'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-7027080604881825251</id><published>2012-01-30T16:07:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T16:07:56.875+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Si pentru astfel de momente in care citesti asa ceva, merita sa fii profesor:</title><content type='html'>Geografie-scris: Scrie 5 orase importante din Romania&lt;br&gt;-Bucureshti&lt;br&gt;-Iashi&lt;br&gt;-Timishoara&lt;br&gt;-Constantza&lt;br&gt;-Clujna-Poca&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;(ce face internetul din om...)&lt;p&gt;1. Marea Neagra este o mare foarte mare care contine mult petrol de&lt;br&gt;unde ii vine numele de marea neagra deoarece petrolul este negru.In&lt;br&gt;marea neagra traiesc multi pesti precum rechinii delfinii si calutii&lt;br&gt;de mare precum si cel mai important peste balena renumit pentru&lt;br&gt;grasimea sa de care se bucura tara noastra pt ca untura de balena e&lt;br&gt;foarte scumpa si din ea se face renumitul ulei de balena cunoscut pe&lt;br&gt;plan mondial.&lt;p&gt;2. Poetul canta satul de care nu te mai poti desparti odata ce l-ai parasit.&lt;p&gt;3. O padure virgina este o padure in care mana omului n-a pus&lt;br&gt;niciodata piciorul.&lt;p&gt;4. Dupa moartea parintiilor sai, Creanga si-a trait viata in&lt;br&gt;continuare pana in ultimii ani ai vietii lui.&lt;p&gt;5. Toma Alimos se razbuna pe boierul&amp;#160;Manea care l-a ranit mortal pe la&lt;br&gt;spate cu ajutorul lasitatii..&lt;p&gt;6. Caragiale este autorul schitelor si nuvelelor sale, ca sa nu mai&lt;br&gt;vorbim de teatru.&lt;p&gt;7. in fabula autorul descrie releatiile sexuale intretinute de oameni.&lt;br&gt;insa el foloseste animalute in descriere. in fabula bivolul si&lt;br&gt;cotofana el arata cum o pasarica si un bivol faceau sex, iar un caine&lt;br&gt;pofticios din fire vrea si el dar bivolul nu era homosexual asa ca nu&lt;br&gt;accepta , iar catelul se oftica....................(scrisa la simulare&lt;br&gt;2006) = SIMULARE DE BACALAUREAT.&lt;p&gt;8.&amp;#160;Stefan cel mare&amp;#160;era un barbat bine imbracat la costum venea de la&lt;br&gt;un razboi cu o mana in ghips pt ca cazuse de pe cal&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;9. Profesoara:&amp;#39;Sa scrieti cu majuscule&amp;#39;.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;Eleva:&amp;#39;Daca nu avem majuscule putem sa scriem cu pixu...&amp;#39;:)&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;10. ... in timpul razboiului secular care a durat 30 de ani&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;11. personaje Toma Alimos:&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;toma alimos-personaj principal&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;Manea-personaj secundar&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;calul(murgul)-personaj animalic&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;12.Haiducii din doine, balade si idile erau liberi si fericiti ca&lt;br&gt;pasarile, animalele si pestii care zburda prin codri. De cum venea&lt;br&gt;primavara, haiducii cei harnici plecau in padure.Acolo ei cintau&lt;br&gt;suflind din frunza si lasindu-i pe boieri cu buza umflata.&lt;p&gt;13. Cand eroul muri impuscat de nemti pe camp, simti miros de marar si&lt;br&gt;de patrunjel.&lt;p&gt;14. Metoda folosita de Ion pentru a pune mana pe pamantul Anei este insarcinarea&lt;p&gt;15. Descoperirea Americii s-a produs ntr-un moment de neatentie a&lt;br&gt;pazei de coasta.&lt;p&gt;16. Nilul este un fluviu ramas de pe vremea faraonilor.&lt;p&gt;17. Si tunarul ochi bine si lovi avionul cu teava tunului.&lt;p&gt;18. In &amp;quot;Amintiri&amp;quot; apare copilaria fericita a puiului de taran Crenguta Ionel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-7027080604881825251?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/7027080604881825251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/7027080604881825251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2012/01/si-pentru-astfel-de-momente-in-care.html' title='Si pentru astfel de momente in care citesti asa ceva, merita sa fii profesor:'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-1384593678368787023</id><published>2012-01-30T15:39:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T15:39:47.610+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrisoare catre MOS CRACIUN 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oJV-O_xTReI/TyadpBqYveI/AAAAAAAAGq0/B1ZIAn3jUXQ/s1600/scrisoare_mos_craciun-787611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oJV-O_xTReI/TyadpBqYveI/AAAAAAAAGq0/B1ZIAn3jUXQ/s400/scrisoare_mos_craciun-787611.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703419306257726946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="background:white"&gt;&lt;font face="&amp;#39;Bookman Old Style&amp;#39;, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-1384593678368787023?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/1384593678368787023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/1384593678368787023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2012/01/scrisoare-catre-mos-craciun-2012.html' title='Scrisoare catre MOS CRACIUN 2012'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oJV-O_xTReI/TyadpBqYveI/AAAAAAAAGq0/B1ZIAn3jUXQ/s72-c/scrisoare_mos_craciun-787611.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-1062926783431402974</id><published>2012-01-30T15:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T15:34:21.889+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Azi mi-am concediat asistentul! De ce am făcut-o? ....&lt;br&gt;Era ziua mea. &amp;#206;mplineam 37 de ani şi, să zicem, nu mă simţeam chiar&lt;br&gt;aşa de bine. ..&lt;br&gt;&amp;#206;n acea dimineaţă, c&amp;#226;nd m-am trezit, am mers la bucătărie să beau o&lt;br&gt;cafea, aştept&amp;#226;ndu-mă ca soţul meu să &amp;#238;mi spună: &amp;quot;La mulţi ani,&lt;br&gt;iubito!&amp;quot;...&lt;br&gt;Dar nu mi-a zis nici măcar bună ziua... (ce dobitoc). Mi-am zis: &amp;quot;Na,&lt;br&gt;ăsta-i bărbatul pe care-l merit!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;Mă g&amp;#226;ndeam: &amp;quot;Copiii sigur &amp;#238;şi vor aminti&amp;quot;, dar c&amp;#226;nd au cobor&amp;#226;t la&lt;br&gt;micul dejun, nici unul nu a zis nimic.&lt;br&gt;Aşa că, am ieşit din casă destul de supărată, dar m-am simţit un pic&lt;br&gt;mai bine c&amp;#226;nd am intrat &amp;#238;n birou şi asistentul meu mi-a zis: &amp;quot;Bună&lt;br&gt;ziua, şefa.La mulţi ani!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#206;n sf&amp;#226;rşit! Cineva şi-a adus aminte... Am lucrat p&amp;#226;nă pe la ora două,&lt;br&gt;c&amp;#226;nd asistentul meu a intrat la mine &amp;#238;n birou spun&amp;#226;ndu-mi: &amp;quot;Ştii,&lt;br&gt;şefa, e o zi superbă, şi cum e ziua ta, am putea merge să m&amp;#226;ncăm&lt;br&gt;&amp;#238;mpreună... doar tu şi eu...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Am acceptat şi am mers &amp;#238;ntr-un loc destul de intim. Ne-am simţit&lt;br&gt;foarte bine, am mincat, ne-am amuzat copios şi c&amp;#226;nd să ne-ntoarcem,&lt;br&gt;propuse: &amp;quot;Cum ne-am simţit at&amp;#226;t de bine azi, mai bine nu mai mergem la&lt;br&gt;birou. Hai mai bine la mine &amp;#238;n apartament.. să bem ceva&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Bine!&amp;quot;, am&lt;br&gt;zis... şi am mers la el acasă. &amp;#206;n timp ce serveam un Martini, &amp;#238;mi&lt;br&gt;spuse: &amp;quot;Dacă nu te deranjează, o să merg p&amp;#226;nă &amp;#238;n cameră la mine să mă&lt;br&gt;&amp;#238;mbrac mai comod...&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Bine, cum doreşti&amp;quot;, i-am spus.&lt;br&gt;După aproximativ 5 minute, ieşi din cameră cu un tort imens, cu 37 de&lt;br&gt;lum&amp;#226;nărele, urmat de soţul, fiii, prietenii mei, şi toţi colegii de la&lt;br&gt;birou, c&amp;#226;nt&amp;#226;ndu-mi: &amp;quot;Mulţi ani trăiască... mulţi ani trăiască...&amp;quot; Şi&lt;br&gt;acolo eram eu: goală, &amp;#238;ntinsă pe canapeaua din sufragerie,&lt;br&gt;aştept&amp;#226;ndu-l pe dobitocul asta! Ei... şi l-am concediat. Aşa ceva nu&lt;br&gt;se face!!!...&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-1062926783431402974?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/1062926783431402974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/1062926783431402974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2012/01/azi-mi-am-concediat-asistentul-de-ce-am.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-854211027086918252</id><published>2012-01-30T14:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T14:49:53.822+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...ultimul e pentru premianti</title><content type='html'>I: CUM E CIOBANUL CARUIA LUPUL I-A MANCAT O OAIE ????&lt;p&gt;R: OAIERLESS !!!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leana s-a culcat &amp;#238;n pat şi şi-a desfăcut picioarele:&lt;p&gt;- Ioane, &amp;#238;nţelegi ce vreau?&lt;p&gt;- Da, Leano, &amp;#238;nţeleg, vrei să ocupi tu tot patul.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stomatologul se adresează către pacient:&lt;p&gt;- Vaaaaai, dle, cred că am greşit şi v-am scos dintele ăla sănătos.&lt;p&gt;Asta e, va trebui să &amp;#238;l scoatem şi pe ăla bolnav acum.&lt;p&gt;Pacientul:&lt;p&gt;- N-are nimic, dle stomatolog, bine că nu sunteţi oftalmolog!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Am auzit că ai intrat &amp;#238;ntr-o formaţie de manele...&lt;p&gt;- Da, nu mi-au ţinut fr&amp;#226;nele...&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doctorul catre pacient;&lt;p&gt;- Fumezi?&lt;p&gt;- Nu.&lt;p&gt;- Consumi alcool?&lt;p&gt;- Nu.&lt;p&gt;- Si nu trebuie sa-mi ranjesti ca un cretin. Oricum gasesc ceva!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dupa ce a nascut nevasta-mea, am intrebat-o pe doctorita:&lt;p&gt;- Si acum, peste cat timp credeti ca vom putea face sex?&lt;p&gt;- In 20 de minute ies din garda; Asteptati-ma in parcare ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-854211027086918252?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/854211027086918252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/854211027086918252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2012/01/ultimul-e-pentru-premianti.html' title='...ultimul e pentru premianti'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-2929940864520824134</id><published>2012-01-25T13:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T13:22:46.462+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperado</title><content type='html'>(Parodie după El Zorab, de George Coşbuc)&lt;p&gt;La vodă vine un arab,&lt;br&gt;cu o figură de asab.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Eu, doamne, şeful de la SMURD,&lt;br&gt;la tine vin, ca la un surd,&lt;br&gt;ajuns astăzi nabab.&lt;p&gt;Rom&amp;#226;nii toţi s-au minunat,&lt;br&gt;c&amp;#226;nd SMURD-ul am &amp;#238;nfiinţat.&lt;br&gt;Sun&amp;#226;nd la unu, unu, doi,&lt;br&gt;prin frig, prin zloată, prin noroi,&lt;br&gt;pe mulţi noi i-am salvat.&lt;p&gt;Dar unora le stau &amp;#238;n g&amp;#226;t,&lt;br&gt;ca un broscoi tare ur&amp;#226;t,&lt;br&gt;cum ar fi spus Ioan Oltean,&lt;br&gt;un mizerabil de curtean,&lt;br&gt;nu zic mai mult de-at&amp;#226;t.&lt;p&gt;Se &amp;#238;ngrozesc rom&amp;#226;nii toţi,&lt;br&gt;că SMURD-ul e vizat de hoţi&lt;br&gt;şi, pupăză peste colac,&lt;br&gt;măria ta le faci pe plac&lt;br&gt;acestor mafioţi.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Tăcu arabul Arafat,&lt;br&gt;căci vodă, prost şi &amp;#238;ng&amp;#226;mfat,&lt;br&gt;sări, ca arsul, de pe tron&lt;br&gt;şi, precum ultimul poltron,&lt;br&gt;se puse pe-njurat.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Să vii &amp;#238;n faţa mea cutezi,&lt;br&gt;şi să acuzi, fără dovezi?&lt;br&gt;&amp;#206;ţi spun aşa, mai voalat,&lt;br&gt;că, de la mine, din palat,&lt;br&gt;te-arunc, de nu te vezi!&lt;p&gt;Azi, pentru mine-i un mister,&lt;br&gt;prezenţa ta &amp;#238;n minister.&lt;br&gt;Chiar n-o fi mai găsit Emil&lt;br&gt;un pedelist c&amp;#226;t mai umil,&lt;br&gt;doar un arab sever?!&lt;p&gt;Tu, venetic &amp;#238;n astă ţară ,&lt;br&gt;mă faci pe mine de ocară?&lt;br&gt;Ia vezi, poate-ţi găseşti de treabă,&lt;br&gt;urgent, &amp;#238;n ţară ta arabă&lt;br&gt;sau alta, bunăoară!&lt;p&gt;Chiar dacă-n două mii şi cinci,&lt;br&gt;c&amp;#226;nd, zice-se, munceai pe br&amp;#226;nci,&lt;br&gt;te-am decorat cu m&amp;#226;na mea,&lt;br&gt;azi dau cu tine de podea,&lt;br&gt;de te mai scoli c-un vinci!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Arabul, st&amp;#226;nd cu ochi uimiţi,&lt;br&gt;strigă, pe c&amp;#226;t putu: &amp;quot;Săriţi,&lt;br&gt;căci pacientul a scăpat&lt;br&gt;de la un medic alopat&lt;br&gt;şi şi-a ieşit din minţi!&lt;p&gt;De munca mea s-alege scrum,&lt;br&gt;bolnavii vor muri, duium,&lt;br&gt;de-acum, de-acum sunt condamnaţi,&lt;br&gt;de-acum nu vor mai fi salvaţi,&lt;br&gt;c&amp;#226;nd vor cădea &amp;#238;n drum.&lt;p&gt;Pe vodă cum să &amp;#238;l &amp;#238;mbun,&lt;br&gt;săracilor ce să le spun,&lt;br&gt;c&amp;#226;nd vor vedea c-au fost lăsaţi&lt;br&gt;&amp;#238;n seama unor &amp;#238;mbuibaţi&lt;br&gt;chitiţi să dea un tun.&lt;p&gt;Ei nu vor aştepta, şirag,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Salvarea&amp;quot; să le vină-n prag,&lt;br&gt;să ia bolnavul la spital.&lt;br&gt;Acest măcel fără egal&lt;br&gt;&amp;#238;l dau eu &amp;#238;n vileag.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Se-ncruntă vodă: &amp;quot;Eşti nebun?&lt;br&gt;Voieşti pe sepepişti să-i pun&lt;br&gt;să te arunce peste zid?&lt;br&gt;E SMURD-ul meu şi te desfid,&lt;br&gt;at&amp;#226;t aş vrea să-ţi spun.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Al tău? Acel care-l făcu,&lt;br&gt;din mai nimic, doar n-ai fost tu!&lt;br&gt;Eşti tu a-toate-făcător,&lt;br&gt;dar n-ai făcut pentru popor&lt;br&gt;nimic. O, vodă, nu!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Dă vodă semn: &amp;quot;Să-l debarcaţi&lt;br&gt;şi SMURD-ul să-l privatizaţi,&lt;br&gt;să nu mai văd niciun dărab&lt;br&gt;din ce-a făcut acest arab,&lt;br&gt;de-ar fi şi să crăpaţi!&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-2929940864520824134?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/2929940864520824134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/2929940864520824134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2012/01/desperado.html' title='Desperado'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-782798343887106115</id><published>2012-01-25T02:42:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T02:42:35.335+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Planificare financiara...</title><content type='html'>&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Steve era burlac , traia acasa cu tatal lui si lucra in&lt;br&gt;„bussiness&amp;quot;-ul familiei.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Cand a aflat ca urma sa mosteneasca o avere de la tatal lui - care&lt;br&gt;era bolnav si urma sa moara curand - Steva s-a gandit ca are nevoie de&lt;br&gt;o sotie cu care sa se bucure de avere.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Intr-o seara, la o intalnire de afaceri, a vazut o femeie frumoasa&lt;br&gt;cum nu mai vazuse pana atunci. Se apropie de ea, se prezinta politicos&lt;br&gt;si-i spune:&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; - Stiu ca arat ca un om obisnuit, dar in scurt timp tatal meu va&lt;br&gt;muri si eu voi mosteni 20 de milioane de dolari.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Impresionata, femeia ii cere adresa si telefonul pe care Steve i&lt;br&gt;le da cu mare placere si cu mare speranta.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Peste o saptamana, femeia visurilor lui Steve devine mama lui vitrega.&lt;p&gt;Concluzia:&lt;p&gt;Femeile sunt mult mai bune cand e vorba de planuri financiare dacat barbatii!!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-782798343887106115?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/782798343887106115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/782798343887106115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2012/01/planificare-financiara.html' title='Planificare financiara...'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-1872645890436492926</id><published>2012-01-25T02:42:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T02:42:02.330+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Grea decizie</title><content type='html'>-Un barbat se trezeste la spital bandajat din cap pana-n picioare.&lt;p&gt;Doctorul ii spune:&lt;p&gt;- Ah, vad ca te-ai trezit. Probabil nu-ti mai amintesti dar ai fost&lt;br&gt;implicat intr-un accident multiplu. O sa te faci bine, dar… s-a&lt;br&gt;intamplat ceva. Incerc sa fiu cat de delicat pot, asta nu schimba&lt;br&gt;faptul ca penisul tau a fost taiat si nu am putut sa-l gasim.&lt;p&gt;Barbatul ofteaza adanc in timp ce doctorul continua:&lt;p&gt;- Vei primi $9.000 de la asigurare. Avem tehnologia sa-ti construim un&lt;br&gt;nou penis ce va functiona la fel de bine ca precedentul, mai bine&lt;br&gt;chiar! Dar costa $1000 pe centimetru. &amp;#160;&amp;#160; Barbatul se ridica si se uita&lt;br&gt;curios la doctor.&lt;p&gt;- Deci, zise doctorul, trebuie sa te decizi cat centimetrii vrei. Dar&lt;br&gt;iti recomand sa discuti decizia asta cu sotia ta. Adica, daca aveai&lt;br&gt;5cm inainte si te decizi sa-l faci de 9, e posibil sa nu-i placa ce-i&lt;br&gt;in plus. Daca il aveai de 9 si il faci de 5 e posibil sa fie&lt;br&gt;dezamagita. Asa ca ea joaca un rol important in decizie.&lt;p&gt;Barbatul este de acord ca trebuie sa discute cu nevasta.&lt;p&gt;A doua zi doctorul se intoarce:&lt;p&gt;- Sa vedem, zise doctorul, ai vorbit cu nevasta ta?&lt;p&gt;- Da, raspunse barbatul.&lt;p&gt;- Si te-a ajutat sa iei o decizie?&lt;p&gt;- Da.&lt;p&gt;- Si la ce concluzie ati ajuns?&lt;p&gt;- Renovam bucataria!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-1872645890436492926?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/1872645890436492926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/1872645890436492926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2012/01/grea-decizie.html' title='Grea decizie'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-2784408369099231502</id><published>2012-01-25T02:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T02:41:08.108+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cate persoane lucreaza in biroul acesta?&lt;p&gt;- Cu sef cu tot, cinci.&lt;br&gt;- Deci, fara sef, patru?&lt;br&gt;- A, nuuuu... fara sef nu lucreaza nimeni!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Omul nu e facut sa munceasca!&lt;br&gt;Dovada: faptul ca oboseste.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Daca tatal tau nu este milionar, nu ai nici o vina.&lt;br&gt;Dar daca nici socrul tau nu este milionar, atunci nu ai nici o scuza!&lt;p&gt;Se spune ca cea mai mare curva de pe Pamant ar fi speranta.&lt;p&gt;Toata lumea traieste cu ea...&lt;p&gt;In vin e puterea.&lt;br&gt;In bere e sanatatea.&lt;br&gt;In coniac e distinctia.&lt;br&gt;.... iar in apa sunt microbii!&lt;p&gt;Cand o femeie nu vorbeste, sa n-o intrerupi pentru nimic in lume!&lt;p&gt;Dragostea e oarba, dar casatoria ii reda vederea.&lt;p&gt;Daca vrei ca sotia sa te asculte cand vorbesti, vorbeste cu alta&lt;br&gt;femeie! O sa fie numai ochi si urechi.&lt;p&gt;Cand esti inteligent si cand esti intelept?&lt;br&gt;Esti inteligent daca nu crezi decat jumatate din ceea ce auzi; esti&lt;br&gt;intelept daca stii care jumatate!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mintile ilustre discuta idei, inteligentele medii discuta evenimente,&lt;br&gt;iar mintile reduse ii discuta pe altii.&lt;p&gt;Oare de ce exista atatea organizatii impotriva hainelor de blana si&lt;br&gt;nici una impotriva hainelor de piele?&lt;br&gt;Probabil pentru ca e mai simplu sa hartuiesti femeile bogate decat&lt;br&gt;gastile de motociclisti.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Un vanator pleaca intr-un safari impreuna cu sotia si soacra. Intr-o&lt;br&gt;seara, dupa ce si-au ridicat tabara, soacra se rataceste si vanatorul&lt;br&gt;impreuna cu sotia sa pleaca sa o caute.&lt;br&gt;Intr-un tufis o gasesc impietrita de groaza in fata unui leu care&lt;br&gt;ragea din toti rarunchii.&lt;br&gt;Vazand asta, sotia intreaba disperata:&lt;br&gt;- Si acum ce facem?&lt;br&gt;- Nimic, raspunde vanatorul, leul s-a bagat singur in treaba asta,&lt;br&gt;lasa-l sa se descurce!!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doi politisti intra intr-un compartiment al trenului:&lt;br&gt;- Arme? Bani? Droguri?&lt;br&gt;- Nu, multumesc. O cafea, va rog...!&lt;p&gt;- Tata, spune-mi, de ce barbatii de la noi nu pot avea mai multe&lt;br&gt;sotii, asa cum e in Africa ?&lt;br&gt;- Esti inca mic, fiule. Cand vei creste, o sa intelegi ca intr-un stat&lt;br&gt;civilizat legea ii apara pe oameni...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dupa un accident rutier, victima, un barbat, se trezeste puternic&lt;br&gt;ametit si intreaba buimac:&lt;br&gt;- Unde sunt? Doar n-am ajuns in Rai?&lt;br&gt;- Nu, dragul meu, doar sunt aici langa tine, ii raspunde linistita&lt;br&gt;nevasta-sa...&lt;p&gt;Un calator ajunge la hanul &amp;quot;Gheorghe si Balaurul&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;Bate la usa, aceasta se intredeschide si o figura feminina intreaba:&lt;br&gt;- Ce vrei?&lt;br&gt;- As dori sa innoptez la han si daca ati avea si o farfurie cu mancare...&lt;br&gt;- N-avem! Si i se tranteste usa in nas.&lt;br&gt;Omul bate din nou la usa, si cand se intredeschide aceeasi figura&lt;br&gt;feminina intreaba:&lt;br&gt;- Si-acum ce mai vrei?&lt;br&gt;- N-as putea sa vorbesc si cu Gheorghe...?&lt;p&gt;Pe o strada, o tiganca batrana vindea seminte cu 5.000 de lei cornetul.&lt;br&gt;Un tanar care trecea in fiecare zi pe acolo ii lasa cei 5.000 de lei,&lt;br&gt;dar nu-si lua niciodata cornetul.&lt;br&gt;Intr-o dimineata, tiganca il opreste, incercand sa-i spuna ceva, dar&lt;br&gt;tanarul merge grabit mai departe, zicand din mers:&lt;br&gt;- Vrei sa ma intrebi de ce nu iau niciodata semintele?&lt;br&gt;- Nuu, nuu... vreau sa-ti spun ca s-au scumpit la 10.000 de lei!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Un barbat suna la pompieri si zice speriat:&lt;br&gt;- Domnule, soacra mea vrea sa se arunce de la etaj!!&lt;br&gt;- Si care e problema?&lt;br&gt;- Nu se deschide fereastra!!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dupa o aventura de doua luni, o tanara il intreaba plina de emotie pe&lt;br&gt;iubitul ei:&lt;br&gt;- Cand o sa ma prezinti rudelor tale?&lt;br&gt;- Draga mea, deocamdata e imposibil. Copiii sunt la tara, iar&lt;br&gt;nevasta-mea e plecata intr-o delegatie!&lt;p&gt;Un ardelean care tusea ca naiba se duce la medic. Doctorul il consulta&lt;br&gt;si il intreaba cu o voce grava:&lt;br&gt;- Fumati? Dupa cateva momente de ezitare, ardeleanul raspunde:&lt;br&gt;- Mai bine as bea ceva!&lt;p&gt;- Sunt foarte ingrijorata: niciodata sotul meu nu a intirziat atata!&lt;br&gt;Cred ca si-a gasit alta femeie?&lt;br&gt;- Vai, tu, de ce te gandesti la ce-i mai rau ! Poate l-a calcat vreo masina.&lt;p&gt;Suna unul la macelarie:&lt;br&gt;-Aveti picioare de porc?&lt;br&gt;-Da!&lt;br&gt;-Si cap de curcan?&lt;br&gt;-Da!&lt;br&gt;-Urat trebuie sa mai aratati...&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;T&amp;#226;nar aratos situatie materiala exceptionala, post&lt;br&gt;de mare raspundere, relatii bune, doua masini, casa&lt;br&gt;vila in Caraibe. Nu caut nimic, doar ma laud.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot; T&amp;#226;nara draguta blonda sexy, fara obligatii, 90-60-90,&lt;br&gt;picioare, 1.70 m , plina de viata, patimasa, exotica,&lt;br&gt;misterioasa, amatoare de senzatii tari, v&amp;#226;nd camion.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Sotul tocmai termina de citit &amp;quot;Barbatul casei&amp;quot;, o carte care ii invata&lt;br&gt;pe barbati cum sa se impuna in relatia cu sotia. Vine direct la&lt;br&gt;nevasta-sa si proptindu-se in fata ei, zice:&lt;br&gt;- De acum inainte sa-ti intre in cap ca eu sunt barbatul in casa asta&lt;br&gt;si cuvintul meu e lege!!! Ai inteles??? Asa. Acum vreau sa-mi prepari&lt;br&gt;cina, sa ma servesti, dupa care vreau ceva la desert. Dupa ce mananc,&lt;br&gt;te duci sa-mi pregatesti baia, ca sa ma relaxez. Si dupa baie, ghici&lt;br&gt;cine ma imbraca si imi face freza!!??&lt;br&gt;Nevasta zice:&lt;br&gt;- Cei de la pompe funebre....&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Gheorghe il intalneste pe Ion si ii spune:&lt;br&gt;- Stii ca ti-a murit soacra?&lt;br&gt;- !!!&lt;br&gt;- Ioane, stii ca ti-a murit soacra?&lt;br&gt;- !!!&lt;br&gt;- Ioane, nu ai auzit, ti-a murit soacra!&lt;br&gt;- Nu ma face sa rad ca am buzele crapate!&lt;p&gt;Femeile sunt ca medaliile olimpice: trebuie sa lupti pentru ele, apoi&lt;br&gt;iti atarna de gat o viata intreaga.&lt;p&gt;Celibatarul este atras de toate femeile, pe cand barbatul casatorit&lt;br&gt;este atras de toate cu exceptia uneia.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soacra vine acasa si spune:&lt;br&gt;- Astazi am fost la coafor.&lt;br&gt;Ginerele, subtil:&lt;br&gt;- Si era inchis?&lt;p&gt;Vine un student in caminul de fete. Paznicul intreaba:&lt;br&gt;- La cine mergeti?&lt;br&gt;Studentul:&lt;br&gt;- La cine ma sfatuiti?&lt;p&gt;O doamna, aflata la volan, vede in fata ei doi barbati catarandu-se pe&lt;br&gt;un stalp de telegraf. Trecand pe langa ei, le striga:&lt;br&gt;-Hei, nu va speriati, am carnet de 10 ani de zile!&lt;p&gt;Singurul martor la accident este un copil.&lt;br&gt;Un politist vine si-l intreaba:&lt;br&gt;- Mai, copile, de ce a cazut omul ala de pe schela?&lt;br&gt;- Pai l-a batut D-zeu.&lt;br&gt;- De ce l-a batut D-zeu?&lt;br&gt;- Ca a injurat...&lt;br&gt;- Si cum a injurat?&lt;br&gt;- Dumnezeii ma-ti de copil, nu mai scutura schela!!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Un betiv, noaptea, s-a ratacit intr-un cimitir... merge el ce merge&lt;br&gt;balabanindu-se si... zduf!, cade gramada intr-un mormant proaspat&lt;br&gt;sapat. Se trezeste din buimaceala si incepe sa strige:&lt;br&gt;- Ajutooor! Ajutooooor!&lt;br&gt;Nimic, nimeni prin preajma... Mai sta ce mai sta si incepe iar:&lt;br&gt;- Ajutoooooooor!&lt;br&gt;Dupa cateva ore, normal, i s-a facut frig tipului...&lt;br&gt;- Ajutoooooooooooooooor! Mi-e frig!!!&lt;br&gt;Dupa nici un minut, apare groparu&amp;#39; cu o lopata in mana si incepe sa&lt;br&gt;toarne pamant peste el:&lt;br&gt;- Pai daca te-ai dezvelit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-2784408369099231502?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/2784408369099231502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/2784408369099231502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2012/01/cate-persoane-lucreaza-in-biroul-acesta.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-1993602364180029661</id><published>2012-01-21T01:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T01:57:30.767+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Din caietul grefierului</title><content type='html'>AVOCATUL : Aceasta astenie grava va afecteaza memoria?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Da.&lt;br&gt;AVOCATUL : In ce fel va afecteaza memoria ?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Uit.&lt;br&gt;AVOCATUL : Uitati ? Ne puteti da un exemplu de ceva pe care l-ati uitat?&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;……………………………………&lt;p&gt;AVOCATUL : Doctore, e adevarat ca daca o persoana moare in somn, ea nu-si va&lt;br&gt;da seama de treaba asta pana a doua zi dimineata?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : E adevarat ca dumneata chiar ai trecut examenul de barou?&lt;p&gt;………………………………………&lt;p&gt;AVOCATUL : Fiul cel tanar, cel de douazeci de ani, ce varsta are?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Are 20, cam cat IQ-ul dumneavoastra…&lt;p&gt;……………………………………..&lt;p&gt;AVOCATUL : Erati de fata cand v-a fotografiat?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Glumiti ?&lt;p&gt;………………………………………&lt;p&gt;AVOCATUL : Deci data conceperii (bebelusului) a fost 8 August.&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Da.&lt;br&gt;AVOCATUL : Si ce faceati dumneavoastra atunci?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Cam ce credeti ca faceam?&lt;p&gt;………………………………………….&lt;p&gt;AVOCATUL : Ea avea trei copii, asa e?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Da.&lt;br&gt;AVOCATUL : Cati din ei erau baieti?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Niciunul.&lt;br&gt;AVOCATUL : Era vreunul din copii fata?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Onorata Curte, cred ca am nevoie de un alt avocat. Pot sa-mi iau&lt;br&gt;un alt avocat?&lt;p&gt;……………………………………………&lt;p&gt;AVOCATUL : Cum s-a incheiat primul dumneavoastra mariaj?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Prin moarte.&lt;br&gt;AVOCATUL : Si prin moartea cui s-a incheiat?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Incercati sa ghiciti !&lt;p&gt;………………………………………………&lt;p&gt;AVOCATUL : Puteti descrie individul?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Cam de inaltime medie si purta barba.&lt;br&gt;AVOCATUL : Era barbat sau femeie ?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : In afara de cazul in care era vreun Circ in oras, as merge pe&lt;br&gt;varianta barbat!&lt;p&gt;………………………………………………..&lt;p&gt;AVOCATUL : Are aparitia dumneavoastra aici vreo legatura cu Nota de&lt;br&gt;Dispozitie pe care am trimis-o avocatului d-stra ?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Nu, asa ma imbrac eu cand merg la serviciu.&lt;p&gt;………………………………………………..&lt;p&gt;AVOCATUL : Doctore, cate din autopsiile pe care le-ai facut au fost pe&lt;br&gt;oameni morti?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Toate. Cei inca vii … se zbat prea mult !&lt;p&gt;……………………………………………….&lt;p&gt;AVOCATUL : TOATE raspunsurile dumneavoastra trebuie sa fie ORALE.&lt;br&gt;Bine? Ce scoala ati urmat?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : ORALE.&lt;p&gt;………………………………………………..&lt;p&gt;AVOCATUL : Va amintiti la ce ora ati examinat trupul?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Autopsia a inceput la ora 8.30 p.m.&lt;br&gt;AVOCATUL : Si D-l. Denton era mort in acel moment?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Daca nu, in mod sigur a fost pana am terminat autopsia!&lt;p&gt;………………………………………………&lt;p&gt;AVOCATUL : Esti calificat sa dai o mostra de urina?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Dar dumneata chiar esti calificat sa pui intrebari??&lt;p&gt;…………………………………………………&lt;p&gt;Si … cireasa de pe tort !!!&lt;p&gt;AVOCATUL : Doctore, inainte sa faci autopsia, ai cautat sa vezi daca&lt;br&gt;mai avea puls?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Nu.&lt;br&gt;AVOCATUL : Ai controlat tensiunea?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Nu.&lt;br&gt;AVOCATUL : Ai verificat daca mai respira?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Nu.&lt;br&gt;AVOCATUL : Deci e posibil ca pacientul sa fi fost inca viu atunci cand&lt;br&gt;ai inceput autopsia?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Nu.&lt;br&gt;AVOCATUL : Cum poti fi sigur, Doctore?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Pentru ca creierul lui statea pe o tavita pe biroul meu.&lt;br&gt;AVOCATUL : Inteleg, dar nu ar fi putut totusi ca pacientul sa fie viu,&lt;br&gt;in ciuda acestui lucru?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Ba da, e posibil sa fi fost viu si sa practice avocatura!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-1993602364180029661?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/1993602364180029661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/1993602364180029661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2012/01/din-caietul-grefierului.html' title='Din caietul grefierului'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-1274454133048942378</id><published>2012-01-21T01:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T01:55:50.333+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ion creşte &amp;#238;ntr-un oraş mic şi-apoi se mută la Bucureşti pentru a urma&lt;br&gt;facultatea de drept. Decide să se mute &amp;#238;napoi &amp;#238;n oraşul natal şi să&lt;br&gt;&amp;#238;şi deschidă propriul birou de avocatură, &amp;#238;nsă afacerile &amp;#238;i merg cam&lt;br&gt;greu la &amp;#238;nceput. &amp;#206;ntr-o zi, vede un om apropiindu-se de uşa biroului.&lt;br&gt;Fiind primul sau client doreşte să &amp;#238;i facă impresie bună. C&amp;#226;nd acesta&lt;br&gt;ajunge la uşă, Ion ridică rapid receptorul telefonului şi &amp;#238;ncepe,&lt;br&gt;făc&amp;#226;ndu-I semn cu m&amp;#226;na să intre:&lt;p&gt;- Nu. &amp;#206;n nici un caz. Spune-le idioţilor că nu mă voi opri p&amp;#226;nă nu&lt;br&gt;primesc un miliard despăgubire. Da. La tribunal am şedinţă m&amp;#226;ine.&lt;br&gt;Spune-i procurorului general că am timp să mă &amp;#238;nt&amp;#226;lnesc cu el numai&lt;br&gt;săptăm&amp;#226;na viitoare c&amp;#226;ndva.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; Şi continuă aşa pentru vreo cinci minute. Omul aşteaptă cu răbdare&lt;br&gt;p&amp;#226;nă Ion termină. Acesta pune jos receptorul şi se &amp;#238;ntoarce către noul&lt;br&gt;venit.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; - &amp;#206;mi pare rău că v-am făcut să aşteptaţi. Sunt foarte ocupat. Cu&lt;br&gt;ce vă pot ajuta ?&lt;br&gt;Omul răspunde:&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; - Sunt de la Romtelecom. Am venit să vă instalez telefonul...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-1274454133048942378?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/1274454133048942378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/1274454133048942378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2012/01/ion-creste-oras-mic-si-apoi-se-muta-la.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-2348342701859415047</id><published>2012-01-17T20:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T20:48:08.063+02:00</updated><title type='text'>n-ar fi prima oara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anditzu/6714129107/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7004/6714129107_988ae4fbc2.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anditzu/6714129107/"&gt;dot&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anditzu/"&gt;Andi Topiczer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sa n-ajunga pe mana lu' Ba'secu ca iar da fuga'n Austria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu de alta, dar poate i se defecteaza elicopterul la Targoviste...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-2348342701859415047?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/2348342701859415047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/2348342701859415047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2012/01/n-ar-fi-prima-oara.html' title='n-ar fi prima oara'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-4894142457558669842</id><published>2012-01-14T15:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T15:50:12.303+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mari Adevaruri</title><content type='html'>C&amp;#226;nd bărbatul are o situaţie proastă, caută o femeie. C&amp;#226;nd situaţia se&lt;br&gt;&amp;#238;mbunătăţeşte, mai caută una.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#206;n dictatură, cineva te foloseşte cum vrea. &amp;#206;n democraţie, ai dreptul să-l&lt;br&gt;alegi pe cel care o să te folosească aşa cum vrea el.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Mai rău dec&amp;#226;t un prost le&amp;#173;neş e un prost cu iniţiativă.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#206;n orice căsnicie, cineva are &amp;#238;ntotdeauna dreptate, iar bărbatul&lt;br&gt;niciodată.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Oamenii cu bani sunt de două feluri: apăraţi de poliţie ori căutaţi de&lt;br&gt;poliţie.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Oric&amp;#226;t te-ai strădui, cineva va munci mai puţin dec&amp;#226;t tine şi va c&amp;#226;ştiga&lt;br&gt;mai mult.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Femeile vor de toate de la un bărbat, iar bărbatul doar una de la toate&lt;br&gt;femeile.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Nu salarile-s mici, lunile sunt prea lungi.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;C&amp;#226;nd iubeşti cu adevărat, nici măcar bigudiurile nu te mai sperie.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Dacă nu ai griji şi duşmani, e po&amp;#173;sibil să nu te fi născut.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Cine mun&amp;#173;ceşte toată ziua nu mai are timp să c&amp;#226;ştige.&lt;p&gt;Viaţa e liniuţa dintre data naşterii şi data morţii.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Un adult e omul care nu mai creşte &amp;#238;n &amp;#238;nălţime şi &amp;#238;ncepe să crească &amp;#238;n&lt;br&gt;lăţime şi grosime.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Prietenii pot fi şi falşi, duşmanii sunt &amp;#238;ntotdeauna autentici.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Un optimist este un om in&amp;#173;su&amp;#173;ficient informat.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Femeile fac din nimic trei lucruri: Salate, coafuri şi drame.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Dacă la o &amp;#238;ntrebare &amp;#238;ţi răspunde un filozof, nu mai &amp;#238;nţelegi ce-ai&lt;br&gt;&amp;#238;ntrebat.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;A doua căsnicie e victoria speranţei asupra experienţei.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Logica este ştiinţa care &amp;#238;i permite bărbatului să nu &amp;#238;n&amp;#173;ţe&amp;#173;lea&amp;#173;gă femeia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-4894142457558669842?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/4894142457558669842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/4894142457558669842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2012/01/mari-adevaruri.html' title='Mari Adevaruri'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-643850809876617217</id><published>2012-01-13T14:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T14:30:20.403+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>După c&amp;#226;ţiva ani de căsnicie, sătur&amp;#226;ndu-se să se tot certe, un cuplu se&lt;br&gt;hotărăşte să apeleze la un consilier. C&amp;#226;nd ajung la cabinetul consilierului,&lt;br&gt;acesta &amp;#238;i &amp;#238;ntreabă direct:&lt;br&gt;- Care este problema?&lt;br&gt;Imediat, soţul face o faţă lungă şi se aşează pe scaun fără a spune nimic.&lt;br&gt;Soţia &amp;#238;ncepe să vorbească non stop, descriind proble sale in căsătoriei. După&lt;br&gt;ce o ascultă 5, 10, 15 minute, consilierul se apleacă peste ea, o ia de&lt;br&gt;umeri, o sărută pasional şi o lasă &amp;#238;napoi pe scaun. După aceasta, soţia&lt;br&gt;stătea &amp;#238;ntr-un colţ, mută de plăcere. Consilierul se uită la soţ, care se&lt;br&gt;uită şi el la ei, fără să-i vină a crede. Consilierul &amp;#238;i spune:&lt;br&gt;- Soţia dvs. are NEVOIE de asta de cel puţin două ori pe săptăm&amp;#226;nă!&lt;br&gt;Soţul se scarpină şi răspunde:&lt;br&gt;- Păi aş putea să o aduc aici &amp;#238;n fiecare marţi şi joi.&lt;p&gt;===============================================================&lt;p&gt;O taxatoare se apropie &amp;#238;ntr-un autobuz de un tip:&lt;br&gt;- Domnule, banii pentru călătorie.&lt;br&gt;Tipul, cam beat, deschiz&amp;#226;nd buzunarul:&lt;br&gt;- Pune aici!&lt;p&gt;===============================================================&lt;p&gt;Publicitate &amp;#238;ntr-un magazin: &amp;quot;Şampon &amp;#39;Amnezia&amp;#39;: uiţi de mătreaţă!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;===============================================================&lt;p&gt;Un somn sănătos nu numai prelungeşte viaţa, dar şi reduce ziua de lucru.&lt;p&gt;===============================================================&lt;p&gt;Se apropie un chelner cu o tavă: - Cafea? Ceai?&lt;br&gt;Clientul: - Cred că, cafea.&lt;br&gt;Chelnerul: - Nu aţi ghicit, ceai.&lt;p&gt;===============================================================&lt;p&gt;Viaţa e tristă, &amp;#238;n schimb salariul e hazliu.&lt;p&gt;===============================================================&lt;p&gt;- Prin ce se deosebeşte soţia de un terorist?&lt;br&gt;- Cu teroristul poţi să mai negociezi.&lt;p&gt;===============================================================&lt;p&gt;Boxerii au fost &amp;#238;ntrebaţi despre pericolul sportului pe care-l practică.&lt;br&gt;10% au spus că boxul este periculos pentru sănătate.&lt;br&gt;90% nu au &amp;#238;nţeles &amp;#238;ntrebarea.&lt;p&gt;===============================================================&lt;p&gt;&amp;#206;n zilele noastre, pietonii sunt numai de două categorii: rapizi şi accidentaţi.&lt;p&gt;===============================================================&lt;p&gt;- Cum explicaţi faptul că v-aţi omor&amp;#226;t soacra cu cinci &amp;#238;mpuşcături de revolver?&lt;br&gt;- După a cincea &amp;#238;mpuşcătură mi s-au terminat cartuşele.&lt;p&gt;===============================================================&lt;p&gt;Tatăl controlează caietul feciorului mai mic:&lt;br&gt;- De ce scrii c&amp;#226;rligele astea aşa de neregulat?&lt;br&gt;- Astea nu sunt c&amp;#226;rlige, sunt integrale.&lt;p&gt;===============================================================&lt;p&gt;Un tip se pl&amp;#226;nge la serviciu că din fereastra lui se vede camera &amp;#238;n&lt;br&gt;care se dezbracă fetele, din care cauză nu poate trăi normal şi lucra.&lt;br&gt;Vine comisia, priveşte&lt;br&gt;pe fereastră şi nu vede nimic.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#206;i spune tipului:&lt;br&gt;- Păi nu se vede nimic!&lt;br&gt;- Dar ia urcaţi pe dulap!&lt;p&gt;===============================================================&lt;p&gt;E bine să ai amnezie.&lt;br&gt;Nimic nu te doare şi &amp;#238;n fiecare zi - numai noutăţi.&lt;p&gt;===============================================================&lt;p&gt;Trece un cortegiu funerar.&lt;br&gt;Un trecător &amp;#238;ntreabă pe o blondă:&lt;br&gt;- Cine e mortul?&lt;br&gt;- Cred că cel din sicriu.&lt;p&gt;===============================================================&lt;p&gt;Trei prieteni se laudă cu nevestele lor.&lt;br&gt;Primul:&lt;br&gt;- Eu am o nevastă, ca un fluture!!!&lt;br&gt;Al doilea:&lt;br&gt;- Nevastă-mea e ca o căprioară!!!&lt;br&gt;Al treilea stă şi se g&amp;#226;ndeşte, la care după 2 minute zice:&lt;br&gt;- Păi... nici a mea nu prea seamănă a om!!!&lt;p&gt;===============================================================&lt;p&gt;Culmea zg&amp;#226;rceniei:&lt;br&gt;Să faci cărţi de vizită şi să nu le dai la alţii.&lt;p&gt;===============================================================&lt;p&gt;Un tip intră &amp;#238;n sala deputaţilor, toţi deputaţii erau lipiţi de tavan, de ce?&lt;br&gt;Aveau &amp;#238;nt&amp;#226;lnire la nivel &amp;#238;nalt.&lt;br&gt;După cinci minute tipul se &amp;#238;ntoarce şi toţi erau pe jos, de ce?&lt;br&gt;Au căzut toţi de comun acord.&lt;p&gt;===============================================================&lt;p&gt;Bulă cu un prieten pe stradă.&lt;br&gt;Bulă &amp;#238;i spune:&lt;br&gt;- C&amp;#226;nd ajung acasă, praf fac chiloţii neveste-mii!&lt;br&gt;- De ce, mă? &amp;#238;ntreabă prietenul.&lt;br&gt;- Cum de ce? Mă str&amp;#226;ng de mor!&lt;p&gt;===============================================================&lt;p&gt;Un inginer vine dimineaţă pe la ora 5 la serviciu, &amp;#238;n pielea goală.&lt;br&gt;Superiorul &amp;#238;l &amp;#238;ntreabă:&lt;br&gt;- Ba, ce-i cu tine? Ai &amp;#238;nnebunit, ce vii &amp;#238;n halul ăsta la serviciu?&lt;br&gt;- Sefuuuu`, am fost cu nevastă-mea la o petrecere şi pe la 3 noaptea&lt;br&gt;au &amp;#238;nceput jocurile de societate.&lt;br&gt;S-au stins luminile şi o voce a strigat:&lt;br&gt;- Să se dezbrace doamnele!&lt;br&gt;După c&amp;#226;teva minute, din nou:&lt;br&gt;- Şi domnii să se dezbrace!&lt;br&gt;Imediat aceeaşi voce a strigat:&lt;br&gt;- Şi acum... la lucru!&lt;br&gt;- Şi???&amp;#160; &amp;#206;ntreabă şeful...&lt;br&gt;- Şi eu &amp;#238;ntr-un sfert de oră am ajuns!!!&lt;p&gt;===============================================================&lt;p&gt;Un tip, rupt de beat, iese dintr-un bar.&lt;br&gt;Se duce &amp;#238;n parcare şi &amp;#238;ncepe să pipăie maşinile pe plafon.&lt;br&gt;Un şofer &amp;#238;l vede şi-l &amp;#238;ntreabă:&lt;br&gt;- Ce faci frate, ce cauţi?&lt;br&gt;&amp;#206;mi caut maşina, zise beţivul, clătin&amp;#226;ndu-se pe picioare!&lt;br&gt;Păi şi de ce le pipăi pe plafon, ce nu sunt toate la fel?&lt;br&gt;- Nu! A mea are girofar...&lt;p&gt;===============================================================&lt;p&gt;Ce trebuie arătat unei femei care conduce 7 ani fără accident?&lt;br&gt;- Cum poate trece si in viteza a doua.&lt;p&gt;===============================================================&lt;p&gt;&amp;#206;ntrebare:&lt;br&gt;- Ce credeţi, cine sunt mai inteligenţi: femeile sau bărbaţii?&lt;br&gt;Răspuns:&lt;br&gt;- Desigur, femeile! Aţi văzut vreodată o femeie care să se&lt;br&gt;căsătorească cu un bărbat numai pentru faptul că&amp;#160;are picioare lungi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-643850809876617217?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/643850809876617217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/643850809876617217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2012/01/dupa-c-ani-de-casnicie-satur-sa-se-tot.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-2379102283676205000</id><published>2012-01-13T12:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T12:14:32.968+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;#160; - Ai tupeu sa vii la ora asta acasa? Te&lt;br&gt;astept de cateva ceasuri cu lumina&lt;br&gt;aprinsa !!&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; - Si eu astept de cateva ceasuri in&lt;br&gt;fata casei sa te culci...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; In ciuda vechiului proverb &amp;quot;Nu luati&lt;br&gt;problemele cu voi in pat&amp;quot;, multi&lt;br&gt;barbati inca continua sa doarma cu&lt;br&gt;sotiile lor.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; Cat de ironica e viata. Cheltuim atat&lt;br&gt;de multi bani pe haine scumpe,&amp;#160; dar cele&lt;br&gt;mai bune momente in viata sunt cele fara&lt;br&gt;haine.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; Un baietel sapa o groapa in spatele&lt;br&gt;casei. Vecina il vede nacajit si&lt;br&gt;nadusit, si i se face mila:&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; - Ce faci ma puiutule?&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; - Imi ingrop pestisoru!&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; - In ditamai groapa?&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; - Da! Pentru ca e-n burta pisicii tale!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; Ministrul Finantelor si Ministrul&lt;br&gt;Economiei servesc un aperitiv la&amp;#160; bufet.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; Dupa un timp, primul zice:&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; - Mai luam ceva?&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; - De la cine??&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Exista trei lucruri pe care le poti&lt;br&gt;privi la nesfirsit: focul, apa si cum&lt;br&gt;parcheaza o femeie!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Vecine, ce-a patit motanul tau,&lt;br&gt;alearga de pe un acoperis pe altul?&lt;br&gt;- Aseara am fost la medicul veterinar cu&lt;br&gt;el, l-am castrat, iar azi isi anuleaza&lt;br&gt;toate intilnirile!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ora de biologie. Profesoara spune:&lt;br&gt;- Copii! stiti ca stamina si pistilul la&lt;br&gt;flori sunt organe de reproducere?&lt;br&gt;Bula din r&amp;#226;ndul din spate:&lt;br&gt;- Sa-mi bag picioarele... si eu le&lt;br&gt;miroseam!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cele mai multe minciuni se spun inainte&lt;br&gt;de alegeri si... dupa pescuit!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;O blonda supravietuieste unui accident&lt;br&gt;cumplit, petrecut pe Autostrada&lt;br&gt;Soarelui. Iese cu chiu cu vai (din&lt;br&gt;fericire nevatamata) din gramada de&lt;br&gt;fiare contorsionate si declara&lt;br&gt;organului :&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; - Mergeam linistita cand, deodata, in&lt;br&gt;fata mea apare un brad. Cotesc stanga,&lt;br&gt;acolo un alt brad, cotesc dreapta, ce&lt;br&gt;credeti ?.. inca un brad. Din cauza&lt;br&gt;manevrelor bruste, m-am dat peste cap de&lt;br&gt;vreo 15 ori.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; - Stimata doamna, suntem pe autostrada&lt;br&gt;si nu este nici un copac pe o distanta&lt;br&gt;de&amp;#160; citeva zeci de km. Ceea ce ati vazut&lt;br&gt;dumneavoastra e odorizantul.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Un preot şi un dascăl stăteau pe&lt;br&gt;marginea şoselei cu o pancartă &amp;#238;n m&amp;#226;nă&lt;br&gt;pe care scria: &amp;quot;Sf&amp;#226;rşitul e aproape.&lt;br&gt;Căiţi-vă!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Pe l&amp;#226;ngă ei treceau maşini şi imediat&lt;br&gt;după fiecare maşină se auzea o buşitură&lt;br&gt;şi o explozie.&lt;br&gt;După o vreme, dascălul &amp;#238;ntreabă:&lt;br&gt;- Părinte, nu ar fi mai bine să scriem&lt;br&gt;pe pancartă &amp;quot;Podul din faţă este rupt&amp;quot;?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ce ai cand seful este neamt?........Ai&lt;br&gt;organizare, civilizatie!&lt;br&gt;Ce ai cand seful este evreu?.........Ai&lt;br&gt;o afacere!&lt;br&gt;Ce ai cand seful este roman?.........Ai&lt;br&gt;grija!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-2379102283676205000?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/2379102283676205000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/2379102283676205000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2012/01/ai-tupeu-sa-vii-la-ora-asta-acasa-te.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-9152718482067883625</id><published>2012-01-11T16:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T16:19:48.497+02:00</updated><title type='text'>bancuri, ca asa e bine sa-nceapa anul</title><content type='html'>Bomba&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doi ardeleni citeau ziarul:&lt;br&gt;- Băi, Ioane, uite ce scrie &amp;#238;n ziar: &amp;quot;O bombă costă 4 milioane de dolari&amp;quot;!&lt;br&gt;- Tulai, de-ar cădea şi &amp;#238;n curtea noastră una!&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;br&gt;Fugind după tren&lt;br&gt;Trei ardeleni fugeau după un tren care tocmai plecase din staţie. Cu chiu cu vai, doi dintre ei reuşesc să se agaţe de scara trenului &amp;#238;n timp ce al treilea răm&amp;#226;ne &amp;#238;n gară, pe linia ferată. Spre surpriza impegatului, ardeleanul care a pierdut trenul a &amp;#238;nceput să r&amp;#226;dă ţin&amp;#226;ndu-se de stomac.&lt;br&gt;- De ce r&amp;#226;zi omule, &amp;#238;l &amp;#238;ntreabă el. Tocmai ce-ai pierdut trenul.&lt;br&gt;- Apăi cum să nu r&amp;#226;d, că eu trebuia să fiu &amp;#238;n tren. Ceia doi numa m-or condus!&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&lt;br&gt;Ardeleanul pălmuit&lt;br&gt;Doi ardeleni stăteau la o masă şi beau bere. La un moment dat, din senin, vine un oltean supărat la masa celor doi şi &amp;#238;i trage unuia o palmă.&lt;br&gt;- Asta o fost &amp;#238;n serios sau &amp;#238;n glumă? &amp;#238;ntreabă ardeleanul.&lt;br&gt;- &amp;#206;n serios, zice olteanul.&lt;br&gt;- Noa, aşe, că mie nu-mi plac glume din astea!&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;br&gt;Un oltean i se laudă unui ardelean&lt;br&gt;Un oltean i se lăuda unui ardelean:&lt;br&gt;- Bre, făcui o palincă de 38 de grade.&lt;br&gt;- Mă omule, interveni ardeleanul, aceia-i febră, nu pălincă.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;br&gt;Un c&amp;#226;ine fioros&lt;br&gt;Badea Ion se pregătea să &amp;#238;ntre &amp;#238;n gospodărie la badea Gheorghe c&amp;#226;nd vede un c&amp;#226;ine mare ciobănesc, cu o faţă fioroasă, că se uita la el din curte. Speriat, renunţă la g&amp;#226;nd şi &amp;#238;l strigă pe badea Gheorghe.&lt;br&gt;- Ce-i, mă? scoate ăsta capul pe geam.&lt;br&gt;- Hai să-mi deschizi poarta că mi frică de c&amp;#226;ne! &lt;br&gt;- Hai, numa, că nu-ţi face nimic!&lt;br&gt;- Nu mă bag că mi frică.&lt;br&gt;- Hai, dacă-ţi spun!&lt;br&gt;P&amp;#226;nă la urmă, badea Ion &amp;#238;şi ia inima &amp;#238;n dinţi şi intră &amp;#238;n curte. Se duce uşurel pe l&amp;#226;ngă perete şi p&amp;#226;nă la urmă ajunge &amp;#238;n casă. După ce &amp;#238;nchide uşa &amp;#238;i zice lui badea Ion :&lt;br&gt;- Bă, Ioane, rău c&amp;#226;ne ai! &lt;br&gt;- Aşe-i cum z&amp;#226;ci - rău tare.&lt;br&gt;- Să uita aşa fioros de am zis că mă scap pă mine. Da, spune-mi, de ce nici nu m&amp;#226;r&amp;#226;ie, nici nu latră, nici nu muşcă, numa să uită&lt;br&gt; aşa&lt;br&gt; ur&amp;#226;t?&lt;br&gt;- Mă, c&amp;#226;nele ăsta-i din ăla care să consumă-n el!...&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;br&gt;Bătut &amp;#238;n gara din Dej&lt;br&gt;Badea Ion către badea Gheorghe:&lt;br&gt;- Bade Gheorghe, am auzit că te-or bătut nişte huligani &amp;#238;n gara din Dej.&lt;br&gt;- Mă, omule, apăi aceia-i gară?&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&lt;br&gt;Un ardelean prin Covasna&lt;br&gt;Pe o bancă, &amp;#238;ntr-un orăşel din Covasna, stăteau un el şi-o ea. Un ardelean care trecea pe acolo &amp;#238;i &amp;#238;ntreabă:&lt;br&gt;- Nu vă supăraţi, nu ştiţi să-mi spuneţi unde-i gara?&lt;br&gt;- Nem tu dom, răsbunde bărbatul.&lt;br&gt;După ce ardeleanul plecă, femeia i se adresează bărbatului:&lt;br&gt;- Măi Pişta, de ce ai fost neam prost şi nu i-ai spus unde-i gara?&lt;br&gt;- Tot se laudă că de doi mii de ani aicea şi nu ştie unde suntem gara?&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#206;ntre ciobani&lt;br&gt;Doi ciobani stăteau sprijiniţi &amp;#238;n b&amp;#226;te pe un deal, de aproape şase ore. Unul dintre ei:&lt;br&gt;- Tu nu te-ai plictisit?&lt;br&gt;- Ba.&lt;br&gt;- Atunci, hai să z&amp;#226;cem ceva.&lt;br&gt;- Ce ză z&amp;#226;cem?&lt;br&gt;- Io ştiu, hai să z&amp;#226;cem ghicitori.&lt;br&gt;- Bine, dară. &amp;#206;ncepe tu primu&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;- Noa, fii atent... Ce-i mic şi negru?&lt;br&gt;- Mă, da mic-mic?...&lt;br&gt;- Mic, dară...&lt;br&gt;- Micuţ, micuţ?...&lt;br&gt;- Aşe, da.&lt;br&gt;- Miculuţ, miculuţ?&lt;br&gt;- Da, mă, miculuţ de tăt.&lt;br&gt;- Mă, călcal-ar, doară nu-i vorba de acidul dezoxiribonucleic?&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;br&gt;Aproape l-am văzut pe tată-tu!&lt;br&gt;Doi ardeleni:&lt;br&gt;- Tu ştii că ieri aproape că l-am văzut pă tată-tu?&lt;br&gt;- Noa, da&amp;#39; ce vorbă-i asta? Ori l-ai văzut, ori nu l-ai văzut? Cum adică aproape?...&lt;br&gt;- Apăi tată-tu nu lucră la gară?&lt;br&gt;- Ba da.&lt;br&gt;- Şi nu are o salopetă cu număru&amp;#39; 44?&lt;br&gt;- Ba da.&lt;br&gt;- Noa... Eu l-am văzut pă 43...&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;br&gt;Ce e bursa?&lt;br&gt;Ion către Gheorghe:&lt;br&gt;- Mă, am tăt auzit la televizor, la radio, am cetit &amp;#238;n ziar despre bursă da&amp;#39; n-am &amp;#238;nţeles ce-i aceea. Tu ştii?&lt;br&gt;- Cum să-ţi explic, zice Gheorghe, să z&amp;#226;cem că &amp;#238;ţi cumperi ouă, că astea fac pui, puii să fac găini, astea fac multe ouă din care tu scoţi mulţi pui care să fac găini şi ţi-i plină curtea... Şi &amp;#238;ntr-o zi vine o apă mare şi neagră şi ţi le ia pe tăte. Şi atunci tu şezi şi cugeţi şi-ţi spui: raţe trebuia să-mi cumpăr. Noa, aşe-i&lt;br&gt; bursa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-9152718482067883625?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/9152718482067883625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/9152718482067883625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2012/01/bancuri-ca-asa-e-bine-sa-nceapa-anul.html' title='bancuri, ca asa e bine sa-nceapa anul'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-3789452692061924460</id><published>2011-12-08T14:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T14:09:28.167+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Un politist legitimeaza, intr-o seara, un trecator.&lt;br&gt;- Cum te numesti ?&lt;br&gt;- Dumitru Constantinescu.&lt;br&gt;- Ocupatia ?&lt;br&gt;- Sunt medic primar.&lt;p&gt;Nedumerit, politistul se gandeste: &amp;quot;Cum medic primar ? Ori e medic ori&lt;br&gt;e primar. Asta e cam dubios..&amp;quot;:&lt;br&gt;- Hai cu mine la sectie, sa vorbim acolo !&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ajunsi la sectie, politistul ii raporteaza superiorului.&lt;br&gt;- Si acum ce fac cu el, dom&amp;#39; sef ?&lt;br&gt;Superiorul, scarpinindu-se la ceafa, ii spune:&lt;br&gt;- Intreaba-l daca are facultatea facuta. Daca are, inseamna ca e&lt;br&gt;medic, daca nu, inseamna ca e primar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-3789452692061924460?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/3789452692061924460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/3789452692061924460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/12/un-politist-legitimeaza-intr-o-seara-un.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-7367185874219406114</id><published>2011-12-08T13:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T13:37:38.425+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ion vine de la padure, si-i surprinde in casa pe Maria si Gheorghe facand sex.&lt;br&gt;- Tu, Marie, tie nu ti-i rusine? Io muncesc ca prostu si-ti aduc de&lt;br&gt;tate, si-ti fac pa plac. Tu, Marie, tu ma faci de rusine. Si tu,&lt;br&gt;Gheorghe, ma, Gheorghe, macar opreste-te cand vorbesc io!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Un bancher discuta cu prietenul sau:&lt;br&gt;- Iti inchipui, m-am indragostit! Ea are 20 de ani, eu 65! Ce crezi,&lt;br&gt;sansele mele vor creste daca ii voi spune ca am 50?&lt;br&gt;- Sansele tale vor creste daca ii vei spune ca ai 80!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-7367185874219406114?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/7367185874219406114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/7367185874219406114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/12/ion-vine-de-la-padure-si-i-surprinde-in.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-3926118074626527400</id><published>2011-12-07T01:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T01:21:32.585+02:00</updated><title type='text'>MARKETING</title><content type='html'>Pentru a stimula pofta clientilor de a face cumparaturi, un&lt;br&gt;supermarket american a recurs la o solutie ingenioasa: cand te apropii&lt;br&gt;de sectorul carne, un dispozitiv emana mirosuri de barbecue si carnati&lt;br&gt;prajiti. In dreptul rafturilor cu oua si produse de pui se aude&lt;br&gt;cotcodacitul gainilor, insotit de o aroma de oua cu sunca sau omleta.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;La fel, la lactate se aude mugetul vacilor si se simte mirosul&lt;br&gt;fanului proaspat cosit.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;De atunci nu mai cumpar hartie igienica de la ei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-3926118074626527400?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/3926118074626527400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/3926118074626527400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/12/marketing.html' title='MARKETING'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-1921509147800488857</id><published>2011-12-07T01:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T01:20:42.387+02:00</updated><title type='text'>GERONTOLOGIE</title><content type='html'>O pereche de pensionari s-au dus la locul unde s-au intalnit prima&lt;br&gt;data,in uema cu 50 de ani.&lt;br&gt;Stand in restaurant batranul zice:&lt;br&gt;- Iti aduci aminte cum ne-am cunoscut acum 50 de ani? Seara am iesit&lt;br&gt;din restaurant si am luat-o pe straduta aia intunecoasa si te-am luat&lt;br&gt;pe la spate...&lt;br&gt;- Bineinteles dragutule,&amp;#160;ca-mi aduc aminte... zice batrana si-i face cu ochiul.&lt;br&gt;- Ei si acum in amintirea vremurilor trecute, hai sa repetam figura.&lt;br&gt;Platesc ei nota de plata si se indreapta spre straduta intunecoasa.&lt;br&gt;Un tanar care statea la masa vecina si auzise conversatia isi zice ca&lt;br&gt;ar fi interesant sa-i urmareasca... Se ridica si se duce dupa ei. Dupa&lt;br&gt;o vreme ii urmareste de la un colt.&lt;br&gt;Batrana isi ridica rochia si isi da jos chilotii si batranul isi&lt;br&gt;scoate pantalonii, o prinde pe batrana de mijloc si ea se tinea de&lt;br&gt;gard.&lt;br&gt;Ce a urmat timp de 40 de minute...&amp;#160;l-a lasat masca, de jur imprejur&lt;br&gt;zburau picioare si maini si asa un sex atletic nu vazuse niciodata.&lt;br&gt;La urma picara lati si nu se miscara o ora.&lt;br&gt;Tanarul socat rau... asa ceva nu vazuse in viata lui - nici un film,&lt;br&gt;nici prietenii nu avusesera asa o experienta si el nici atat...&amp;#160;nu&lt;br&gt;pricepea nimic.&lt;br&gt;Hotarat sa afle cum fac astia de rezista asa de 50 de ani incoa, se&lt;br&gt;hotari sa-i intrebe:&lt;br&gt;- Domnule, in viata mea n-am vazut asa ceva. Cum ati facut de sunteti&lt;br&gt;si la batranete asa de activi???&lt;br&gt;Batranul se uita lung la el si-i spune:&lt;br&gt;- Pai acum 50 de ani,din cate imi amintesc,&amp;#160;in acest gard nu circula&lt;br&gt;curent electric...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-1921509147800488857?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/1921509147800488857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/1921509147800488857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/12/gerontologie.html' title='GERONTOLOGIE'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-5468250473636284505</id><published>2011-12-06T16:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T16:15:20.429+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>________________________________&lt;p&gt;Doua adolescente la dus:&lt;br&gt;- Stii, pe &amp;#39;&amp;#39;maimutica&amp;#39;&amp;#39; mea deja creste parul!&lt;br&gt;- A mea deja... mananca banane!&lt;p&gt;Ce se &amp;#238;nt&amp;#226;mplă c&amp;#226;nd două blonde fug una &amp;#238;nspre cealaltă?&lt;br&gt;Se sparge oglinda!&lt;p&gt;- De ce ai fugit din sala de operaţie &amp;#238;nainte de a fi operat?&lt;br&gt;- Pentru că infirmiera spunea tot timpul:&lt;br&gt;- Curaj, nu vă fie teamă, e o operaţie uşoară!&lt;br&gt;- Păi şi?.. asta nu te-a liniştit?&lt;br&gt;- Nu. Pentru că vorbea cu chirurgul!&lt;p&gt;- Fetelor, va place pestele?&lt;br&gt;- Nu, ca ne bate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-5468250473636284505?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/5468250473636284505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/5468250473636284505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/12/doua-adolescente-la-dus-stii-pe-mea.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-6196983563522679365</id><published>2011-12-03T02:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T02:05:54.707+02:00</updated><title type='text'>NU DISPRETUITI UMORUL RUSESC!</title><content type='html'>&amp;#160;&amp;#160;-Nu-i greu să ademeneşti soţia altuia. Greu e să i-o dai &amp;#238;napoi. -Prietenia care nu cunoaşte hotare se cheamă expansiune. -C&amp;#226;nd vrei să te arunci pentru o femeie de pe bloc, aminteşte-ţi că n-ai aripi, ci coarne.&lt;br&gt; -Oficierea căsătoriei este o formalitate absolut necesară pentru pronunţarea divorţului.-Bărbaţii şi femeile sunt de acord &amp;#238;ntr-o singură privinţă: n-au &amp;#238;ncredere &amp;#238;n femei. -Dacă munceşti din greu şi te remarci opt ore zilnic, ajungi şef şi munceşti şaisprezece&lt;br&gt; ore.-Banii pentru salariile şi pensiile mari ajung &amp;#238;ntodeauna. Nu ajung banii pentru salariile şi pensiile mici. -&amp;#206;n viaţă, e loc şi pentru eroism. Totul e să te ţii departe de el.&lt;br&gt; -Omul care crede că dragostea poate fi cumpărată cu bani n-a avut niciodată c&amp;#226;ine &amp;#238;n casă.-Avem un singur fel de a ne naşte şi milioane de feluri de a muri. -Oglinda este lucrul care o ajută pe femeie să &amp;#238;nt&amp;#226;rzie. -Cei mai buni zece ani din viaţa unei femei sunt &amp;#238;ntre 28 şi 30. -Computerele rezolvă toate problemele pe care nu le-am avea dacă n-ar exista computerele. -Fiecare om are dreptul să trăiască at&amp;#226;t c&amp;#226;t poate. -Furtul ideilor unei persoane e plagiat, iar al mai multor persoane, cercetare ştiinţifică. -Toţi ne naştem uzi, goi şi flăm&amp;#226;nzi. Şi acesta e doar &amp;#238;nceputul. -Copilăria grea nu se termină niciodată. -Un prieten adevărat nu poate&lt;br&gt; fi cumpărat, dar poate fi v&amp;#226;ndut. -Cumpără deodată trei sticle de votcă şi n-o să te trimită nimeni după a doua.-Dacă n-ar pune &amp;#238;ntrebări, co&amp;#173;piii n-ar afla niciodată c&amp;#226;t de puţin ştiu părinţii. -O ţigară scurtează viaţa cu o oră, o sticlă de votcă o scurtează cu trei, iar o zi de&lt;br&gt; muncă o scurtează cu opt -Viaţa se compune din zilele pe care le ţii minte, nu din zilele care au trecut. -De orice fel ţi-ar fi sănătatea, ea &amp;#238;ţi ajun&amp;#173;ge p&amp;#226;nă la sf&amp;#226;rşitul vieţii.-Dacă vrei să ai o nevastă deş&amp;#173;teaptă, frumoasă şi bogată trebuie să te &amp;#238;nsori de trei ori.&lt;br&gt; -Posibi&amp;#173;li&amp;#173;tăţile medicinii sunt nelimitate, li&amp;#173;mi&amp;#173;tate sunt doar posibilităţile pa&amp;#173;cienţilor. -Femeia poate să-l facă repede milionar pe orice miliardar. -&amp;#206;ntre primul şi al doilea pahar, e destul timp ca să mai bei vreo şase. -Nu poţi niciodata &amp;#238;ngenunchea un popor deprins să se t&amp;#226;r&amp;#226;ie. -Ignoranţa e de trei feluri: c&amp;#226;nd nu ştii nimic, c&amp;#226;nd ştii numai prostii şi c&amp;#226;nd ştii ce nu trebuie.&amp;#160;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-6196983563522679365?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/6196983563522679365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/6196983563522679365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/12/nu-dispretuiti-umorul-rusesc.html' title='NU DISPRETUITI UMORUL RUSESC!'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-7037540975632015520</id><published>2011-12-01T04:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T04:10:32.742+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bancul noptii...</title><content type='html'>O tipa se &amp;#238;mbolnaveste si este internata la spital.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#206;n ziua de vizita vine la ea o colega.&lt;br&gt;O &amp;#238;ntreaba daca la birou totul e &amp;#238;n ordine.&lt;br&gt;Colega &amp;#238;i raspunde: &amp;quot; Da, draga, stai fara grija totul e &amp;#238;n ordine la birou,&lt;br&gt;am &amp;#238;mpartit atributiile tale. Adriana face cafeaua, Elena &amp;#238;ti&lt;br&gt;tricoteaza la pulover, Caty &amp;#238;ti face cuvintele &amp;#238;ncrucisate si eu ma&lt;br&gt;culc cu seful! &amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suna telefonul la miezul noptii !&lt;br&gt;Barbatul: &amp;quot;- Daca e pentru mine nu sunt acasa.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Nevasta raspunde: &amp;quot;- E acasa.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Barbatul: &amp;quot;- Ce ti-am spus femeie ???&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Nevasta: &amp;quot;- A fost pentru mine!!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doua blonde mergeau pe strada, iar una dintre ele exclama:&lt;br&gt;- Uita-te la cainele ala cu un ochi!&lt;br&gt;Cealalta blonda isi acopera un ochi si zice:&lt;br&gt;- Unde? Unde?&lt;p&gt;Vine o femeie la cabinet cu nasul umflat ceva de speriat.&lt;br&gt;Doctorul o intreaba:&lt;br&gt;- Ce ati patit?&lt;br&gt;- O albina, raspunde femeia.&lt;br&gt;- S-a pus pe nasul dvs..?&lt;br&gt;- Da.&lt;br&gt;- V-a intepat?&lt;br&gt;- N-a avut timp, ca sotul meu a si lovit-o cu lopata.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Un avion rusesc se prabuseste in Alaska .. Pilotul se salveaza dar il prind&lt;br&gt;americanii. La sediul CIA,interogatoriu:&lt;br&gt;-Bai tavarisci, ce sistem de radiolocatie folositi voi?&lt;br&gt;-!?!&lt;br&gt;-Bai tavarisci, ce sistem de propulsie aveti, bai?&lt;br&gt;-!?!&lt;br&gt;-Bai tavarisci, daca nu ne descrii aparatura de bord ... te fac arsice!&lt;br&gt;Il iau doi malaci la tabacit, dar rusul nimic.&lt;br&gt;Dupa o vreme cand la un schimb de prizonieri ajunge rusul acasa il intreaba&lt;br&gt;colegii:&lt;br&gt;-Ia spune Ivan cum a fost in captivitate la americani?&lt;br&gt;-Bai baieti , puneti mana pe carte si invatati aparatura de bord ca daca va&lt;br&gt;prind americanii si nu stiti, va tabacesc de trei ori pe zi!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Politistul care cerceta un caz de sinucidere, o intreaba pe secretara:&lt;br&gt;- Dragutzo, nu stii de ce s-a aruncat seful tau pe fereastra?&lt;br&gt;- N-am idee, dar era asa un om dragut si atent. Luna trecuta mi-a cumparat o&lt;br&gt;blana, saptamana trecuta mi-a cumparat o masina sport, iar azi dimineata un&lt;br&gt;inel cu diamant! Dupa aceea mi-a spus ca ar vrea sa se culce cu mine si m-a&lt;br&gt;intrebat ce-i cer in schimb.&lt;br&gt;- Si ce i-ai raspuns?&lt;br&gt;- Ca aici, in birou, lumea imi da de obicei 50 de dolari....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-7037540975632015520?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/7037540975632015520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/7037540975632015520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/12/bancul-noptii.html' title='Bancul noptii...'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-8074292570475912805</id><published>2011-12-01T04:06:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T04:06:29.676+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Obama isi cheama americanii la Casa Alba.&lt;p&gt;- Americani, cine este mama voastra ?&lt;p&gt;- SUA&lt;p&gt;- Si cine-i tatal vostru ?&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Obama!&lt;p&gt;- Care este visul vostru ?&lt;p&gt;- Sa fim milionari.&lt;p&gt;A doua zi, Obama da un decret si-i face pe toti milionari.&lt;br&gt;Hu Jintao isi cheama chinezii la Beinjing.&lt;p&gt;- Dragi tovarasi, cine-i mama voastra ?&lt;p&gt;- China!&lt;p&gt;- Si cine-i tatal vostru ?&lt;p&gt;- Hu Jintao!&lt;p&gt;- Care-i visul vostru ?&lt;p&gt;- Sa fim comunisti!&lt;p&gt;A doua zi, Hu Jintao da un decret si-i face pe toti comunisti.&lt;br&gt;Basescu isi chema romanii la Casa Poporului.&lt;p&gt;- Romani, cine-i mama voastra?&lt;p&gt;- Elena Udrea!&lt;p&gt;- Si cine-i tatal vostru ?&lt;p&gt;- Basescu!&lt;p&gt;- Care-i visul vostru ?&lt;p&gt;- SA FIM ORFANI! striga poporu&amp;#39;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-8074292570475912805?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/8074292570475912805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/8074292570475912805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/12/obama-isi-cheama-americanii-la-casa.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-2007699130031024398</id><published>2011-11-30T00:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T00:11:30.664+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ce obtinem daca adresam numai intrebari inchise</title><content type='html'>El: Vrei sa te mariti cu mine?&lt;p&gt;Ea: Ai apartament?&lt;p&gt;El: Nu… !!&lt;p&gt;Ea: Ai BMW ?&lt;p&gt;El: Nu..&lt;br&gt;Ea: Salariu ai ?&lt;p&gt;El: Nu am salariu… dar…&lt;p&gt;Ea: Niciun dar !! Cum pot sa ma marit cu tine c&amp;#226;nd nu ai nimic din ce&lt;br&gt;&amp;#238;mi doresc?&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;El pleaca bolborosind: Am o vila la munte , una la mare, si una in&lt;br&gt;Caraibe . In Bucuresti vila &amp;#160;aia in care locuiesc, am &amp;#160;Porche si&lt;br&gt;Ferrari si Mercedes. E nebuna, de ce sa mai cumpar si un BMW ? De unde&lt;br&gt;salariu.... daca eu sunt bancher?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-2007699130031024398?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/2007699130031024398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/2007699130031024398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/11/ce-obtinem-daca-adresam-numai-intrebari.html' title='ce obtinem daca adresam numai intrebari inchise'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-7847377697118415850</id><published>2011-11-29T17:07:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T17:07:59.672+02:00</updated><title type='text'>noul guvern</title><content type='html'>Boc aduce 9 experti japonezi pentru posturile de ministri.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Deoarece nu se mai poate cu actuala echipa guvernamentala, Primul&lt;br&gt;ministru al Romaniei s-a gandit sa aduca 9 experti japonezi pentru&lt;br&gt;posturile de ministri. Iata numele noilor ministri:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Nimika Nuimoka&lt;p&gt;2. Yaspaga Shidute&lt;p&gt;3. Vreypostu Daybanu&lt;p&gt;4. Undeypliku Katesparg&lt;p&gt;5. Winoakuma Kuosuma&lt;p&gt;6. Furatzara Kutotu&lt;p&gt;7. Bagabany Labayatu&lt;p&gt;8. Totkumita Madeskurk&lt;p&gt;9. Nufurytu Furyo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-7847377697118415850?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/7847377697118415850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/7847377697118415850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/11/noul-guvern.html' title='noul guvern'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-8662061454577453045</id><published>2011-11-22T16:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T16:25:35.180+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ajutor pt recuperarea simtul humorului...</title><content type='html'>Un fotograf pleacă &amp;#238;n delegaţie. El bănuieşte că-l &amp;#238;nşeală nevastă-sa,&lt;p&gt;aşa că pune prin casă nişte camere ascunse. C&amp;#226;nd se &amp;#238;ntoarce,&lt;p&gt;stupefacţie: o tonă de fotografii cu nevasta şi cel mai bun prieten al&lt;p&gt;lui &amp;#238;n ipostaze năucitoare. Superofticat, se duce la prieten şi-i spune:&lt;p&gt;- Băi, Gigele, ia uite ce am aici. Uite!!! Acum, zi tu ce să-ţi fac?&lt;p&gt;- Pai, pe astea fă-mi-le 10/15, iar pe astea doua poster mare, că am&lt;p&gt;ieşit mai bine.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cum poti sa excelezi la birou?&lt;p&gt;Pasul 1: Deschizi un Excel.&lt;p&gt;Pasul 2: Incepi sa &amp;quot;excelezi&amp;quot;!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Un bărbat &amp;#238;n celulă, acuzat de viol, &amp;#238;şi mustră penisul:&lt;p&gt;- Vezi, măi Georgică, unde te-am băgat eu şi unde m-ai băgat tu!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mergeau doi tipi prin desert, unu cara in spate o bicicleta si altu&amp;#39; o&lt;p&gt;cabina telefonica. Se intalnesc cu un al treilea care cara o nicovala.&lt;p&gt;Cel cu nicovala intreaba:&lt;p&gt;- De ce cari ma bicicleta asta dupa tine ?&lt;p&gt;- Cind vin beduinii ma sui pe ea si fug cat pot.&lt;p&gt;- Da&amp;#39; tu de ce cari cabina telefonica?&lt;p&gt;- Cind vin beduinii intru in cabina si dau telefon dupa ajutor.&lt;p&gt;- Dar tu de ce cari nicovala?&lt;p&gt;- Cind vin beduinii o iau la fuga. Si daca vad ca ma ajung, arunc&lt;p&gt;nicovala ca sa fug mai repede!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;La NASA soseste un OZN acoperit complet cu aur. Din el coboara un&lt;p&gt;extraterestru mic, verde, dar cu antenele din aur. Este luat la&lt;p&gt;intrebari, cercetat:&lt;p&gt;- De unde vii tu?&lt;p&gt;- De pe Marte.&lt;p&gt;- Si toti aveti acolo farfurii zburatoare din aur?&lt;p&gt;- Da.&lt;p&gt;- Si toti aveti acolo antene din aur?&lt;p&gt;La care extraterestrul:&lt;p&gt;- Numai noi, tiganii....&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Soţia mea &amp;#238;mi face tot timpul scandal că n-are ce &amp;#238;mbrăca.&lt;p&gt;- Ar trebui să trăiţi la tropice.&lt;p&gt;- N-o cunoşti! Atunci s-ar plange că n-are ce dezbrăca!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Domnule, a venit un om de la garajul auto. Spune să achitaţi&lt;p&gt;reparaţiile, soţia dv. a fost azi cu maşina acolo.&lt;p&gt;- Dar ce s-a reparat la maşină?&lt;p&gt;- Nu de maşină e vorba, ci de reparaţiile garajului.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O barza ducea un batranel in cioc:&lt;p&gt;Batranelul catre barza:&lt;p&gt;- Hai, recunoaste ca ne-am ratacit!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soacra stă de mai multe săptămani la tanărul cuplu. &amp;#206;ntr-o seară, &amp;#238;l&lt;p&gt;&amp;#238;ntreabă pe ginere:&lt;p&gt;- Spune-mi, fiule, nu mai ai nici o carte pe care eu să nu o fi citit?&lt;p&gt;- Da, cum să nu! Mersul trenurilor.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- De c&amp;#238;nd eşti căsătorit?&lt;p&gt;- De cinci ani!&lt;p&gt;- Şi nici o bucurie pană acum &amp;#238;n familie?&lt;p&gt;- Cum să nu fie! Anul trecut am &amp;#238;ngropat-o pe soacră-mea.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Ţi-am spus de o mie de ori, strigă regizorul la actriţa care părea cam&lt;p&gt;plictisită, interpretezi rolul unei femei părăsite, pricepi? Ia&lt;p&gt;g&amp;#238;ndeşte-te, te-a părăsit brusc iubitul. Ce faci?&lt;p&gt;- &amp;#206;mi găsesc altul.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Ioane, hai să ne jucăm!&lt;p&gt;- Şi... cum facem, Mărie?&lt;p&gt;- Păi uite aşa, Ioane: eu mă ascund, dacă mă găseşti mi-o tragi, dacă&lt;p&gt;nu, eu sunt după uşă...&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O doamna merge la staţia de poliţie din vecinătate să reclame că i-a&lt;p&gt;dispărut soţul. Poliţistul cere o descriere:&lt;p&gt;- Are 35 de ani, 1,90 m, ochi negri ad&amp;#238;nci, păr negru ondulat, o&lt;p&gt;constituţie atletică, vorbeşte frumos şi este bun cu copiii...&lt;p&gt;- Dar, doamnă, soţul dv. are 1,60 m, este scund, chel, gras, are o gură&lt;p&gt;spurcată şi este rău cu copiii...&lt;p&gt;- Ştiu, dar cine l-ar vrea pe ăla &amp;#238;napoi?&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;p&gt;!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Un tip se angajeaza v&amp;#226;nzator la un magazin universal.&lt;p&gt;Vine primul client, cere un pachet de cafea, tipul &amp;#238;i tr&amp;#226;nteste pe&lt;p&gt;tejghea cafeaua, clientul plateste si pleaca. Patronul, care &amp;#238;l urmarea&lt;p&gt;din spatele magazinului,izbucnese furios:&lt;p&gt;- Maaa, nu asa se fac v&amp;#226;nzarile! Urmareste-ma pe mine si &amp;#238;nvata! Intra&lt;p&gt;&amp;#238;n magazin o doamna si cere un detergent pentru perdele.&lt;p&gt;Patronull, plin de verva, &amp;#238;ncepe:&lt;p&gt;- Poftiti, avem aici cel mai bun detergent pentru perdele de pe piata,&lt;p&gt;vi le va face imaculat de albe. Iar daca tot spalati perdelele, uitati,&lt;p&gt;avem un detergent excelent pentru geamuri, doar nu puteti lasa geamurile&lt;p&gt;murdare daca va spalati perdelele! Si avem un alt detergent foarte bun&lt;p&gt;pentru pastrarea si &amp;#238;mprospatarea culorilor, ca sa spalati si&lt;p&gt;draperiile.Iar daca tot faceti curatenie generala, va pot comanda o&lt;p&gt;solutie excelenta pentru curatarea tocurilor geamurilor si o alta pentru&lt;p&gt;parchet si mobila. Femeia, impresionata, cumpara tot si pleaca multumita&lt;p&gt;din magazin.&lt;p&gt;- Vezi? Asa se fac v&amp;#226;nzarile! &amp;#238;i spune patronul t&amp;#226;narului proaspat&lt;p&gt;angajat. Acum sa te vad pe tine!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#206;n magazin intra o t&amp;#226;nara domnisoara si cere tampoane O.B. V&amp;#226;nzatorul i&lt;p&gt;le pune pe tejghea si adauga:&lt;p&gt;- Si va mai pot oferi un detergent de geamuri foarte bun.&lt;p&gt;- Dar pentru ce? &amp;#238;ntreaba tipa nedumerita.&lt;p&gt;- Pai... daca tot nu faceti sex...&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In pauza unui meci de box pugilistul isi intreaba antrenorul:&lt;p&gt;- Cum stau?&lt;p&gt;Antrenorul raspunde:&lt;p&gt;- Daca il omori, faci egal!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Un enorias ii zice alarmat predicatorului:&lt;p&gt;- In timpul predicii de azi mi-au furat portofelul si ceasul!&lt;p&gt;- Aleluia! In sfarsit ii atragem pe pacatosi!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bula primeste de la soacra-sa de Craciun doua cravate. Pentru a-i face&lt;p&gt;impresie buna isi pune una la gat. Soacra vazandu-l ii zice acru:&lt;p&gt;- Si cealalta!? Cealalta nu-ti place?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-8662061454577453045?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/8662061454577453045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/8662061454577453045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/11/ajutor-pt-recuperarea-simtul-humorului.html' title='Ajutor pt recuperarea simtul humorului...'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-5898491054311913205</id><published>2011-11-22T16:24:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T16:24:55.237+02:00</updated><title type='text'>RADIO EREVAN</title><content type='html'>La Radio Erevan:&lt;br&gt;Intrebare: Cum trebuie sa fie o femeie serioasa?&lt;br&gt;Raspuns: Femeia serioasa trebuie sa aiba sot si amant.&lt;br&gt;Intrebare: Credeam ca aia e o femeie adultera.&lt;br&gt;Raspuns: Femeia adultera are sot si mai multi amanti.&lt;br&gt;Intrebare: Credeam ca aia e o femeie usoara.&lt;br&gt;Raspuns: Femeia usoara are doar amanti.&lt;br&gt;Intrebare: Credeam ca aia e o femeie pierduta.&lt;br&gt;Raspuns: Femeia pierduta n-are nici sot, nici amant.&lt;br&gt;Intrebare: Credeam ca aia e o femeie singura.&lt;br&gt;Raspuns: Femeia singura e aia care are numai sot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-5898491054311913205?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/5898491054311913205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/5898491054311913205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/11/radio-erevan.html' title='RADIO EREVAN'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-1062977072178732223</id><published>2011-11-22T16:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T16:24:28.836+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>REMEDII CASNICE&lt;p&gt;1. Daca va inecati cu un cub de gheata, nu intrati in panica.&lt;br&gt;Pur si simplu turnati apa clocotita pe gat si problema se va rezolva&lt;br&gt;instantaneu.&lt;p&gt;2. Sunteti neindemanatic si va taiati frecvent atunci cand&lt;br&gt;tocati legume? Pur si simplu rugati pe altcineva sa tina legumele&lt;br&gt;atunci cand le taiati.&lt;p&gt;3. Scandalurile cu sotia referioare la capacul ridicat de la scaunul&lt;br&gt;de toaleta pot fi evitate prin folosirea chiuvetei.&lt;p&gt;4. Pentru hipertensivi: pentru reducerea tensiunii, va puteti taia si&lt;br&gt;sangera pentru cateva minute. NU uitati sa folositi un timer.&lt;p&gt;5. Daca aveti o tuse urata, folositi doze mari de laxative. Astfel, va&lt;br&gt;va fi frica sa mai tusiti!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Nu va suparati, domnule, caut gara.&lt;br&gt;- Nu ma supar. Cautati-o!&lt;p&gt;Un t&amp;#226;năr ziarist ii ia un interviu unui călău:&lt;br&gt;- Domnule, nu va este greu... cu meseria aceasta ?&lt;br&gt;- Ce sa-i faci? Toata lumea trebuie sa traiasca!..&lt;p&gt;La un interviu pt angajare:&lt;br&gt;- Cati ani ati stat la ultimul loc de munca?&lt;br&gt;- Aproape 20.&lt;br&gt;- Si de ce ati plecat?&lt;br&gt;- M-au gratiat...&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Atat de multi bani am strans pentru zile negre, incat le astept cu nerabdare!&lt;p&gt;- Fi-fi-fiti bun, u-u-unde se afla s-s-scoala de-de-de bal-bal-balbaiti?&lt;br&gt;- La ce va mai trebuie? Observ ca va balbaiti foarte bine!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ce face o broasca la biblioteca?&lt;br&gt;Sta in usa .&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Ce faci, domule! M-ai calcat si mi-ai strivit batatura.&lt;br&gt;- Imi pare rau... tineai mult la ea?&lt;p&gt;Anunt la mica publicitate:&lt;br&gt;- Caut un sponsor pentru publicarea cartii &amp;quot;Cum am devenit miliardar&amp;quot;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-1062977072178732223?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/1062977072178732223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/1062977072178732223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/11/remedii-casnice-1.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-1882967986293478428</id><published>2011-11-21T14:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T14:00:33.525+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bancuri cu BOC</title><content type='html'>Intrebare: Cum bate dezastrul la usa?&lt;br&gt;Raspuns: Boc! Boc!&lt;p&gt;Boc s-a sinucis! L-au gasit spanzurat de un bonsai.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;De ce e Boc premier? Noi intotdeauna alegem raul cel mai mic.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ambitia lui Emil Boc fost: &amp;quot;Ori premier, ori nimic!&amp;quot; I-au reusit amandoua!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Basescu si Boc intr-o barca in largul marii infuriate.&lt;br&gt;Un val puternic rastoarna barca.&lt;br&gt;Intrebare: - Cine scapa? Raspuns: - Romania!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Viziunea PDL asupra pensiilor:&lt;br&gt;Oamenii cand imbatranesc dau in mintea copiilor.&lt;br&gt;De aceea Boc va face pensia cat alocatia!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-1882967986293478428?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/1882967986293478428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/1882967986293478428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/11/bancuri-cu-boc.html' title='Bancuri cu BOC'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-2512418654064273575</id><published>2011-11-21T13:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T13:57:14.350+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ierarhie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SU9KmxZEyK8/Tso8msol6fI/AAAAAAAAGnA/g6Cn30dZYaM/s1600/319986_10150370984591268_265841916267_8730111_1521637940_n-734351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SU9KmxZEyK8/Tso8msol6fI/AAAAAAAAGnA/g6Cn30dZYaM/s400/319986_10150370984591268_265841916267_8730111_1521637940_n-734351.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677416915768044018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-2512418654064273575?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/2512418654064273575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/2512418654064273575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/11/ierarhie.html' title='ierarhie'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SU9KmxZEyK8/Tso8msol6fI/AAAAAAAAGnA/g6Cn30dZYaM/s72-c/319986_10150370984591268_265841916267_8730111_1521637940_n-734351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-8126755050738518165</id><published>2011-11-21T13:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T13:55:15.745+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div lang="EN-US" link="blue" vlink="purple"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top" style="padding:0in 0in 0in 0in"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:24.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Dati-mi scris&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;- Domnu doctor sunt foarte, foarte nervoasã.&lt;br&gt;  - Mãritã-te, cucoanã.&lt;br&gt;  - Sunt mãritatã, da&amp;#39; nu-mi ajunge.&lt;br&gt;  - Luati-vã un amant.&lt;br&gt;  - Mi-am luat doi, da&amp;#39; nu-mi ajunge.&lt;br&gt;  - Luati-vã pe al treilea.&lt;br&gt;  - Am, dar tot nu-mi ajunge.&lt;br&gt;  - Doamnã, dar dumneata esti bolnavã !&lt;br&gt;  - Dati-mi in scris, domnule doctor, ca sã nu mai spunã lumea cã-s curvã. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;color:black"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:24.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Câinele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;br&gt;  - Intrã, Natan, intrã, nu-ti fie fricã. Câinele e castrat.&lt;br&gt;  - Da&amp;#39;, ce, mie îmi e cã mã violeazã? Mie îmi e cã mã muşcã!!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;color:black"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:24.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Moritz se întâlneste cu vechiul sãu prieten:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;br&gt;   - Ce mai faci, Moritz?&lt;br&gt;  - Eh, sunt valet la un lord englez.&lt;br&gt;  - Asta-i bine.&lt;br&gt;  - Da, dar el trãieste cu sotia mea.&lt;br&gt;  - Asta-i rãu.&lt;br&gt;  - Da, dar si eu trãiesc cu sotia lordului.&lt;br&gt;  - Asta-i bine.&lt;br&gt;  - Ce bine? Care bine? Eu îi fac lorzi englezi şi el îmi face ... niste pârliti de evrei saraci! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;color:black"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:24.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt; În Germania, într-o redactie de ziar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &amp;gt; - As scrie ceva critic despre Statele Unite.&lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; - Nu, cã se supãrã Bush si ne taie de pe lista invitatilor la Casa Albã.&lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; - As scrie atunci despre arabi.&lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; - Nu, cã se supãrã si ne taie petrolul.&lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; - Poate ceva despre Israel ?&lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; - Nu, cã se supãrã evreii, si cine stie ce ne mai taie şi ãştia, mai ştii ?!  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;color:black"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:24.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;La scoalã, dupã Crãciun&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&amp;gt; - Ionele, cum ati petrecut Crãciunul?&lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; - Am fãcut un pom de Crãciun, l-am umplut cu jucãrii si tare ne-am bucurat!!&lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; - Şi tu, Gigele?&lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; - Am fãcut un pom de Crãciun, am cumpãrat o multime de jucãrii, si tare ne-am bucurat!!&lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; - Dar tu, Nathan?&lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; - Noi avem o prãvãlie cu jucãrii si ne-am uitat la rafturile goale, şi... tare ne-am mai bucurat!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-8126755050738518165?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/8126755050738518165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/8126755050738518165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/11/dati-mi-scris-domnu-doctor-sunt-foarte.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-9093751252986551760</id><published>2011-11-21T13:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T13:54:12.958+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Asa a inceput cearta......</title><content type='html'>Asa a inceput cearta....1. Urmaream in pat, linga nevasta-mea, &amp;quot;Vrei&lt;br&gt;sa fii &amp;#160;miliardar?&amp;quot; M-am intors catre ea si am intrebat-o: &amp;quot;Vrei sa&lt;br&gt;facem dragoste? &amp;quot;Nu&amp;quot;, mi-a raspuns ea. &amp;quot;Asta e raspunsul tau final?&amp;quot;,&lt;br&gt;am intrebat-o. De data asta nici nu m-a privit cind mi-a raspuns ca&lt;br&gt;da. Asa ca am spus: &amp;quot;Atunci as vrea sa sun o prietena&amp;quot;... si atunci a&lt;br&gt;inceput cearta! ........2.Nevasta-mea s-a dus la supermarket. Am&lt;br&gt;rugat-o sa ia si-un bax de Tuborg, de 18 lei. A cumparat in schimb o&lt;br&gt;cutie de L&amp;#39;Oreal DermaGenese de 24 de lei. I-am &amp;#160;spus ca berea ar fi&lt;br&gt;ajutat-o sa arate mai bine in noaptea aia decit crema...si atunci a&lt;br&gt;inceput cearta! 3.Am scos-o pe nevasta-mea la un restaurant. S-a&lt;br&gt;intimplat ca ospatarul sa ia mai intii comanda mea. &amp;quot;Un cotlet mare de&lt;br&gt;vita in singe pe gratar. M-a intrebat: &amp;quot;Nu va pasa de vaca nebuna?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Nu.&amp;quot;, am raspuns. &amp;quot;Poate comanda si singura&amp;quot;...si atunci a inceput&lt;br&gt;cearta!&amp;#160;&amp;#160; 4.Nevasta-mea statea linga mine pe canapea, in timp ce eu&lt;br&gt;schimbam canalele. M-a intrebat: &amp;quot;Ce mai e pe televizor?&amp;quot; I-am&lt;br&gt;raspuns: &amp;quot;Praf&amp;quot;...si atunci a inceput cearta!&amp;#160; 5.Nevasta-mea tot&lt;br&gt;incerca sa-mi &amp;#160;sugereze ce-si doreste pentru urmatoarea aniversare.&lt;br&gt;Mi-a spus: &amp;quot;vreau ceva stralucitor, ce ajunge de la 0 la 100 in trei&lt;br&gt;secunde.&amp;quot; I-am daruit un cintar ...si atunci a inceput cearta! 6.Cind&lt;br&gt;am ajuns aseara acasa, nevasta-mea mi-a cerut sa o duc intr-un loc&lt;br&gt;scump. Am dus-o la o benzinarie...si atunci a inceput cearta! 7.Cind&lt;br&gt;m-am pensionat, m-am dus la Oficiul de Asistenta Sociala sa ma&lt;br&gt;inregistrez. Tipa din spatele biroului mi-a cerut buletinul, sa-mi&lt;br&gt;verifice virsta. Il uitasem acasa. I-am cerut scuze, i-am spus ca ma&lt;br&gt;duc acasa sa-l iau si ma intorc. A fost foarte draguta: &amp;quot;Nu va mai&lt;br&gt;deranjati, descheiati-va la camasa. Parul carunt de pe pieptul meu a&lt;br&gt;convins-o si mi-a inregistrat solicitarea. Incintat de solicitudinea&lt;br&gt;ei, cind am ajuns acasa i-am povestit nevesti-mii. Ea a spus: &amp;quot;Trebuia&lt;br&gt;sa-ti scoti si pantalonii, poate primeai si ajutor pentru&lt;br&gt;dizabilitati&amp;quot;...si atunci a inceput cearta!&amp;#160; 8.Stateam alaturi de&lt;br&gt;nevasta-mea la intilnirea de 30 de ani de la terminarea liceului si&lt;br&gt;ma tot uitam la o tipa bine, dar complet turta, ce-si legana nostalgic&lt;br&gt;intre doua degete paharul, singura la o masa de alaturi. Nevasta-mea&lt;br&gt;m-a intrebat: &amp;quot;O cunosti?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Sigur&amp;quot;, am oftat, &amp;quot;e prima mea prietena&lt;br&gt;din liceu. Am inteles ca s-a apucat de baut imediat dupa ce ne-am&lt;br&gt;despartit, si de-atunci n-a mai fost treaza.&amp;quot;Dumnezeule!&amp;quot; a spus&lt;br&gt;nevasta-mea. &amp;quot;Cine s-ar fi gindit ca o persoana poate sarbatori atita&lt;br&gt;timp?&amp;quot;...si atunci a inceput cearta!&amp;#160; 9.Nevasta-mea statea goala si se&lt;br&gt;privea in oglinda din dormitor. Nu se prea bucura de ce vedea si mi-a&lt;br&gt;spus : &amp;quot;Ma simt oribil! Atit de grasa si de batrina! Am nevoie de un&lt;br&gt;compliment!&amp;quot; &amp;#160;I-am raspuns: &amp;quot;Vederea ti-a ramas perfecta&amp;quot;...si atunci&lt;br&gt;a inceput cearta! 10.Nevasta-mea m-a intrebat daca rochia ii face&lt;br&gt;fundul mare. I-am spus ca nu asa de mare ca rochia de ieri ...si&lt;br&gt;atunci a inceput cearta!&amp;#160; 11.Simbata dimineata m-am strecurat usor din&lt;br&gt;asternut, mi-am facut pachetul si am coborit pe tacute in garaj. Am&lt;br&gt;legat barca la cirlig si am inceput sa dau cu spatele. Abia cind am&lt;br&gt;iesit cu totul din garaj am realizat ca ploua cu galeata si vintul&lt;br&gt;batea cu 100 km/h . Am deschis radioul si am aflat ca vremea avea sa&lt;br&gt;fie la fel toata ziua. Am tras inapoi in garaj si, tiptil, m-am dus&lt;br&gt;inapoi in dormitor. M-am strecurat la loc linga nevasta-mea si i-am&lt;br&gt;soptit: &amp;quot;E o vreme groaznica afara.&amp;quot; Pe jumatate inca adormita, ea a&lt;br&gt;raspuns: &amp;quot;Iti poti imagina ca prostul de barbatu-meu s-a dus la&lt;br&gt;pescuit pe asa o vreme?&amp;quot;...si atunci a inceput cearta! 12.Am&lt;br&gt;intrebat-o pe nevasta-mea unde ar vrea &amp;#160;sa mergem &amp;#160;pentru aniversarea&lt;br&gt;casatoriei noastre. Mi s-a incalzit inima cind am vazut-o topindu-se&lt;br&gt;de bucurie. &amp;quot;Undeva unde n-am mai fost de mult timp...&amp;quot; a spus ea,&lt;br&gt;nehotarita. Asa ca i-am sugerat: &amp;quot;Ce parere ai de bucatarie?&amp;quot;...si&lt;br&gt;atunci a inceput cearta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-9093751252986551760?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/9093751252986551760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/9093751252986551760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/11/asa-inceput-cearta.html' title='Asa a inceput cearta......'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-2511606014316302416</id><published>2011-11-21T13:53:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T13:53:12.985+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Afaceri evreieşti</title><content type='html'>Morris ii spune fiului sau: &amp;quot;Vreau sa te casatoresti cu o fata pe care&lt;br&gt;o aleg eu.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Fiul raspunde: &amp;quot;Imi pare rau, dar imi voi alege singur mireasa.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Morris: &amp;quot;Bine, cum vrei, dar ma gandisem la fiica lui Bill Gates.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Fiul: &amp;quot;Ok atunci, raspunsul meu este da.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Morris se duce apoi la Bill Gates si-i spune: &amp;quot;Am gasit un sot pentru&lt;br&gt;fiica ta.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Bill Gates:&amp;quot; Fiica mea este prea tanara pentru a se casatori.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Morris: &amp;quot;Pacat. Tanarul este vicepresedinte la World Bank.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Bill Gates: &amp;quot;Ok atunci, raspunsul meu este da.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;In final, Morris se duce la presedintele World bank si-i spune:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Cunosc un tanar pe care-l recomand ca vicepresedinte al bancii.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Presedintele: &amp;quot;Dar sunt deja mai multi vicepresedinti decat este&lt;br&gt;necesar.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Morris: &amp;quot;Da, dar acest tanar este ginerele lui Bill Gates.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Presedintele: &amp;quot;Ok atunci, raspunsul meu este da.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Astfel au evreii succes in afaceri.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Strul Leibovici le explica copiilor sai cum trebuie sa se comporte in viata:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Dragii mei, urmati sfaturile mele si copiati-ma in tot, eu cand am&lt;br&gt;zis ca iau, am luat, cand am zis ca dau… am zis&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-2511606014316302416?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/2511606014316302416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/2511606014316302416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/11/afaceri-evreiesti.html' title='Afaceri evreieşti'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-3981440731941507322</id><published>2011-11-21T13:52:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T13:52:09.218+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;Intalniri dupa terminarea studiilor :&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Se organizează &amp;#238;nt&amp;#226;lnirea de 10 ani:&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; - Unde să fie &amp;#238;nt&amp;#226;lnirea de 10 ani?&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; - La restaurantul &amp;quot; Moldova &amp;quot;, acolo sunt nişte&lt;br&gt;chelneriţe&amp;#160;misto, cu fuste mini şi ţ&amp;#226;ţe mari!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Se organizează &amp;#238;nt&amp;#226;lnirea de de 25 ani:&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; - Unde să fie &amp;#238;nt&amp;#226;lnirea de 25 ani?&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; - La restaurantul &amp;quot; Moldova &amp;quot;, acolo se găteşte&lt;br&gt;foarte bine şi&amp;#160;sunt porţiile mari!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Se organizează &amp;#238;nt&amp;#226;lnirea de 35 ani:&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; - Unde să serbăm &amp;#238;nt&amp;#226;lnirea de 35 ani?&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; - La restaurantul &amp;quot; Moldova &amp;quot;, acolo se poate&lt;br&gt;m&amp;#226;nca dietetic&amp;#160;şi au şi meniu vegetarian!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Se organizează &amp;#238;nt&amp;#226;lnirea de 45 ani:&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; - Unde să fie &amp;#238;nt&amp;#226;lnirea de 45 ani?&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; - La restaurantul &amp;quot; Moldova &amp;quot;, acolo este şi rampă&lt;br&gt;pentru&amp;#160;cărucior cu rotile!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Se organizează &amp;#238;nt&amp;#226;lnirea de 50 ani:&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; - Unde serbăm &amp;#238;nt&amp;#226;lnirea de 50 ani?&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; - La restaurantul &amp;quot; Moldova &amp;quot;!&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; - Vai ce bine! Acolo n-am mai fost niciodată!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-3981440731941507322?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/3981440731941507322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/3981440731941507322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/11/dupa-terminarea-studiilor-organizeaza.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-6298723445894122307</id><published>2011-11-21T13:51:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T13:51:25.061+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EL: Iubita mea, vrei sa avem un weekend minunat?&lt;br&gt;EA: DA! Normal!!!&lt;br&gt;EL: Super! Atunci ne vedem luni!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tati, de ce te-ai casatorit cu mama?&lt;br&gt;Sotul catre sotie: -Vezi, pana si copilul e surprins!!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;- Dragule, ai fi dorit sa ma marit cu altul ?&lt;br&gt;- Nu, scumpo, eu nu doresc raul nimanui !&lt;p&gt;Sunt femei care, &amp;#238;n loc să-i facă să sufere pe mai mulţi bărbaţi, aşa&lt;br&gt;cum e firesc, se concentrează asupra unuia p&amp;#226;nă &amp;#238;l extermină. Acestea&lt;br&gt;se numesc &amp;quot;fidele&amp;quot;. &amp;#160;:-)))&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rugaciunea ei:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Doamne, acuma, inainte de a merge la&lt;br&gt;culcare, ma rog cu multa credinta, sa-mi daruiesti un barbat&lt;br&gt;care sa nu fie urat, sa fie inteligent, dragastos, puternic,&lt;br&gt;supus si dragut.&lt;br&gt;De asemeni sa fie compozitor, poet si cu&lt;br&gt;mult umor, din acela pe care eu il inteleg.&lt;br&gt;Sa-i placa familia si prietenii mei, si&lt;br&gt;nu fotbalul.&lt;br&gt;Sa nu sforaie si sa urineze asezat, fara&lt;br&gt;sa stropeasca prin baie.&lt;br&gt;Sa nu ma faca sa astept atunci cand&lt;br&gt;spune ca ma va suna.&lt;p&gt;Sa ajunga la timp acasa, fara sa miroasa&lt;br&gt;a sapun necunoscut.&lt;p&gt;Sa stiu mereu unde este, mai putin cand&lt;br&gt;imi cumpara flori si&lt;br&gt;cadouri, sau sa-mi faca serenade.&lt;br&gt;Sa-mi dea 3 ore sa ma aranjez atunci&lt;br&gt;cand spune ca vom iesi, sa lesine de emotie cand ma vede, sa&lt;br&gt;danseze mai bine decat Fred Astaire .&lt;br&gt;Sa aibe un serviciu foarte bine remunerat.&lt;br&gt;Sa fie generos si cand cheltuiesc banii&lt;br&gt;sa nu se supere.&lt;br&gt;Sa stie sa gateasca si sa-i placa sa&lt;br&gt;ajute la treburile casei.&lt;br&gt;Sa-i placa sa ramana ore intregi&lt;br&gt;ascultandu-ma..&lt;br&gt;Sa gandeasca inainte de a vorbi si sa&lt;p&gt;spuna adevarul, numai adevarul si nimic altceva decat&lt;br&gt;adevarul.&lt;p&gt;Sa-mi traga scaunul cand ma asez la&lt;br&gt;masa, sa-mi deschida portiera la masina si sa stie sa-mi&lt;br&gt;faca masaj pe spate.&lt;br&gt;Sa ma vada slaba mereu, mereu.&lt;br&gt;Sa facem dragoste pana cand ramane &amp;quot;moarta&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;Sa inteleaga durerile mele de cap&lt;br&gt;si sa-mi aduca micul dejun la pat.&lt;p&gt;Aaa!!! Da-mi Doamne un barbat fidel,&lt;br&gt;dragastos, care sa ma iubeasca cu respect si cu pasiune,&lt;br&gt;numai pentru mine si nu pentru marimea sanilor mei.&lt;br&gt;Sa nu aiba ochi pentru nicio alta femeie&lt;br&gt;si sa-mi spuna mereu ce frumoasa ma vede si ce noroc a avut&lt;br&gt;sa ma intalneasca.&lt;br&gt;Te rog Doamne, da-mi barbatul care ma va&lt;br&gt;iubi pana la moarte! A M I N!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Rugaciunea lui:&lt;p&gt;Doamne, te rog, daruieste-mi o blonda, surdo-muta&lt;br&gt;si nimfomana, cu niste tzatze enorme, sa fie fiica unui&lt;br&gt;distribuitor national de bere si sa aiba o casa pe plaja.&lt;br&gt;A M I N!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-6298723445894122307?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/6298723445894122307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/6298723445894122307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/11/el-iubita-mea-vrei-sa-avem-un-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-7375780242907194660</id><published>2011-11-21T13:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T13:50:35.959+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-Domnule doctor, zise femeia, disperata, ati uitat ca de trei minute&lt;br&gt;stau cu limba scoasa?&lt;br&gt;-N-am uitat, dar vreau sa scriu reteta in liniste.&lt;p&gt;Doi politisti intra intr-o librarie. Dupa un moment de&lt;br&gt;ezitare,vinzatoarea ii intreaba:&lt;br&gt;-Ce-i baieti, ploua afara?&lt;p&gt;Inaintea unei operatii, chirurgul isi intreaba pacientul:&lt;br&gt;-Ce varsta aveti?&lt;br&gt;-Peste o luna voi implini 40 de ani.&lt;br&gt;-Bravo, bravo, spune chirurgul, imi place tare mult optimismul dumneavoastra!&lt;p&gt;-Vecine, sunt distrus. Nevasta ma insala! Mi-a zis aseara ca a dormit la Nuti.&lt;br&gt;-Si?&lt;br&gt;-Pai la Nuti am dormit eu!&lt;p&gt;Patru barbati stau de vorba la o sticla de vin. Se ajunge inevitabil&lt;br&gt;la performantele sexuale.&lt;br&gt;Primul: Eu fac sex cu nevasta-mea o data pe luna.&lt;br&gt;Al doilea: Eu de doua ori pe luna.&lt;br&gt;Al treilea: Eu o data pe saptamana.&lt;br&gt;Al patrulea: Eu de doua-trei ori pe saptamana.&lt;br&gt;Primul catre al patrulea: Da&amp;#39; tu nici n-ai nevasta!&lt;br&gt;Al patrulea: Aah, pai nu despre a ta era vorba?&lt;p&gt;Barbatul isi prinde sotia cu amantul:&lt;br&gt;- Ce face individul asta in patul nostru?&lt;br&gt;- Minuni...&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-7375780242907194660?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/7375780242907194660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/7375780242907194660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/11/domnule-doctor-zise-femeia-disperata.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-3581230877700221564</id><published>2011-11-21T03:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T03:32:15.226+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Băsescu la ghicitoare&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Băsescu merge să consulte o vrăjitoare. Vrăjitoarea, foarte&lt;br&gt;concentrată, &amp;#238;nchide ochii şi &amp;#238;i spune :&lt;br&gt;- Vă văd trec&amp;#226;nd pe un bulevard foarte mare, &amp;#238;ntr-o maşină&lt;br&gt;decapotabilă şi lumea strig&amp;#226;nd de bucurie. Băsescu z&amp;#226;mbeste şi o&lt;br&gt;&amp;#238;ntreabă:&lt;br&gt;- Deci mulţimea este fericită?&lt;br&gt;- Da, ca niciodată!&lt;br&gt;- Şi oamenii aleargă după maşină?&lt;br&gt;- Da, aleargă &amp;#238;n jurul maşinii, ca nebunii. Poliţiei &amp;#238;i este foarte&lt;br&gt;dificil să facă loc maşinii.&lt;br&gt;- Sunt şi oameni care poarta drapele?&lt;br&gt;- Da, drapele şi bannere cu cuvinte de speranţă pentru un viitor mai bun.&lt;br&gt;- Chiar aşa? Şi oamenii strigă, c&amp;#226;ntă?&lt;br&gt;- Da, oamenii strigă fraze de speranţă: Oh! De-acum &amp;#238;ncolo totul va fi&lt;br&gt;mai bine! Poporul este &amp;#238;n sărbătoare.&lt;br&gt;- Şi eu, eu cum reacţionez la toate astea?&lt;br&gt;- Nu pot să văd!&lt;br&gt;- Nu?&lt;br&gt;- De ce!?&lt;br&gt;- Coşciugul este &amp;#238;nchis...&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pe muchie de cuţit&lt;p&gt;Un renumit chirug plastician ia masa &amp;#238;ntr-un restaurant select alături&lt;br&gt;de un prieten. După vreo 10 minute, &amp;#238;n restaurant intră o domnişoară&lt;br&gt;superbă. Se apropie de masa lor, &amp;#238;l sărută pe obraz pe chirurg şi-i&lt;br&gt;spune:&lt;p&gt;- Dragul meu, m-ai transformat din răţuşca cea ur&amp;#226;tă &amp;#238;ntr-o adevărată&lt;br&gt;prinţesă. &amp;#206;ţi mulţumesc din suflet.&lt;br&gt;După ce femeia părăseşte localul, prietenul mirat &amp;#238;l &amp;#238;ntreabă pe&lt;br&gt;chirurg cine e superba domnişoară.&lt;br&gt;- Aaa, păi e mama!&lt;br&gt;- Vai, ai făcut o treaba grozavă. Arată de milioane.&lt;br&gt;După c&amp;#226;teva minute &amp;#238;n restaurant &amp;#238;şi face apariţia o altă doamnă, mult&lt;br&gt;mai frumoasă. Se apropie de masa lor, &amp;#238;l sărută pe chirurg şi-i spune:&lt;br&gt;- Iubitule, liftingul facial şi liposucţia au făcut minuni. M-ai făcut&lt;br&gt;să arăt cu 20 de ani mai t&amp;#226;nără. Nu ştiu dacă voi putea să-ţi&lt;br&gt;mulţumesc vreodată!&lt;br&gt;După ce şi această doamnă a părăsit localul, chirurgul &amp;#238;i explică&lt;br&gt;prietenului că doamna respectivă e chiar soţia lui.&lt;br&gt;- Dumnezeule! Dar eşti foarte priceput! Arată ca un fotomodel de top!&lt;br&gt;Nici nu apucă să-şi ducă fraza la bun sf&amp;#226;rşit că uşile restaurantului&lt;br&gt;se deschid şi o femeie superbă, mult mai frumoasă dec&amp;#226;t precedentele,&lt;br&gt;cu un corp ce părea a fi sculptat de perfecţiunea lui Br&amp;#226;ncuşi se&lt;br&gt;apropie cu&lt;br&gt;paşi repezi de masa lor. Toţi ochii din local erau acum &amp;#238;ndreptaţi&lt;br&gt;spre acel &amp;#238;nger de fată. Spre surprinderea tuturor femeia perfectă &amp;#238;i&lt;br&gt;dă o palmă chirurgului şi cu glasul ridicat &amp;#238;i zice:&lt;br&gt;- Ticălosule! Uite ce-ai făcut din corpul meu! Mi-ai distrus viaţa,...&lt;br&gt;cariera!... Sper că o s-o sf&amp;#226;rşeşti &amp;#238;n iad!&lt;br&gt;Toată lumea răm&amp;#226;ne extrem de mirată de atitudinea frumoasei doamne,&lt;br&gt;iar chirurgul zice:&lt;br&gt;- Hai să nu mai vorbim despre asta. Era tata!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-3581230877700221564?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/3581230877700221564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/3581230877700221564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/11/basescu-la-ghicitoare-basescu-merge-sa.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-6054199232399036171</id><published>2011-11-21T03:28:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T03:28:57.934+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;blockquote style="PADDING-LEFT:5px;MARGIN-LEFT:5px"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:#fff;FONT-FAMILY:times new roman,new york,times,serif;COLOR:#000;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:times new roman,new york,times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:times new roman,new york,times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Every Wife is a &amp;quot;Mistress&amp;quot; for her Husband.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;quot;Miss&amp;quot; for one hour &amp;amp; &amp;quot;Stress&amp;quot; for the rest 23 hours!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;There are 2 times when a Man doesn&amp;#39;t understand a Woman.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Before Marriage and After Marriage.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;My Husband And I Divorced Over Religious Differences.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;He Thought He Was God, and I Didn&amp;#39;t.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Marriage Is Like A Public Toilet.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Those Waiting Outside Are Desperate To Get In &amp;amp; Those Inside Are Desperate To Come Out.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Why Were Hurricanes Usually Named After Women?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Because When They Arrive, They&amp;#39;re wet and wild,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;But When They Go, They Take Your House And Car...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;A Man Goes To The Wizard To Ask If He Can Remove A Curse He Has Been Living With For The Last 40 Years.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;The Wizard Says, &amp;quot;Maybe, But You Will Have To Tell Me The Exact Words That Were Used To Put The Curse On You.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;quot;The Man Says Without Hesitation, &amp;quot;I Now Pronounce You Man And Wife.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;Husband Searching Keywords on Google `How to Tackle Wife?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt; Google Search Result, &amp;quot;Still Searching`.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;A Man Goes To A Shrink And Says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt; &amp;quot;Doctor, My Wife Is Unfaithful To Me. Every Evening, She Goes To Larry&amp;#39;s Bar And Picks Up Men. In Fact, She Sleeps With Anybody Who Asks Her! I&amp;#39;m Going Crazy. What Do You Think I Should Do?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Relax,&amp;quot; Says The Doctor, &amp;quot;Take A Deep Breath And Calm Down. Now, Tell Me, Exactly Where Is Larry&amp;#39;s Bar?&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;Husband Throwing Darts at His Wife&amp;#39;s Photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt; and Not Even a Single One Hitting the Target... From Another Room Wife Called The Husband: Honey What Are You Doing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Husband: &amp;quot;MISSING YOU&amp;quot;...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;A Man Goes To See The Rabbi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt; &amp;quot;Rabbi, Something Terrible Is Happening And I Have To Talk To You About It.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;The Rabbi Asked, &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s Wrong?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;The Man Replied, &amp;quot;My Wife Is Poisoning Me.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;The Rabbi, Very Surprised By This, Asks, &amp;quot;How Can That Be?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;The man then pleads, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m telling you, I&amp;#39;m certain she&amp;#39;s poisoning me, what I should do?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;The Rabbi Then Offers, &amp;quot;Tell You What. Let Me Talk to Her, I&amp;#39;ll See What I Can Find out and I&amp;#39;ll Let You Know.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;The Rabbi Calls after a while And Says, &amp;quot;Well, I Spoke To Her For Three Hours. You Want My Advice?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;The Man Said &amp;quot;Yes&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;The Rabbi Replied, &amp;quot;Take the poison&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;THOUGHT FOR THE DAY...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Women are like phones:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;They like to be held, talked to and touched often.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;But push the wrong button and you&amp;#39;re disconnected......&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Difference Between Complete &amp;amp; Finish...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;People say there is no difference between COMPLETE &amp;amp; FINISH. But there is... When you marry the right one, you are COMPLETE.... And when you marry the wrong one, you are FINISHED..... And when the right one catches you with the wrong one, you are ... COMPLETELY FINISHED!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Romantic...SMS She sends the following message:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;My love if you&amp;#39;re sleeping, send me your dreams&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;If you&amp;#39;re smiling, send me your smile&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;If you&amp;#39;re crying, send me your tears&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I love you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;COLOR:navy;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;He Replied: I&amp;#39;m in the toilet. What do I send?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:16pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:16pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:16pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;A husband visited a marriage counselor and said, &amp;quot;When we were first married, I would come home from the office, my wife would bring my slippers and our cute little dog would run around barking.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:16pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:16pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:16pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Now after ten years it&amp;#39;s all different, I come home, the dog brings the slippers and my wife runs around barking.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:16pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:16pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:16pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;quot;Why complain?&amp;quot; said the counselor. &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re still getting the same service!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:16pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:16pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;A man was telling his friends, &amp;quot;When my wife is infuriated, she starts shouting at me, my children and even at our dogs and nobody dares answer her.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;One of his friends asked." And when you are angry, what do you do?&amp;quot; The man replied, &amp;quot;I also shout angrily at the windows and doors of the house and none of them dares to answer back.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="sans-serif"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR:rgb(74,67,68);FONT-SIZE:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:10pt"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KjhracAfF88/TsmpWgEAspI/AAAAAAAAGmo/nZFXicDBRVE/s1600/mime-attachment-737936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KjhracAfF88/TsmpWgEAspI/AAAAAAAAGmo/nZFXicDBRVE/s400/mime-attachment-737936.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677255009306194578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:10pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:10pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;In a divorce court a woman requested the judge: &amp;quot;Your honor, I want to divorce my husband.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;quot;But why?&amp;quot; asked the judge. She replied, &amp;quot;Because he is not faithful to me.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;The judge asked, &amp;quot;How do you know?&amp;quot; She replied, &amp;quot;My lord, not a single child resembles him.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:14pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:14pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:15pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; 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Ne puteti da un exemplu de ceva pe care l-ati uitat ?&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;……………………………………&lt;p&gt;AVOCATUL : Doctore, e adevarat ca daca o persoana moare in somn, el nu-si va&lt;br&gt;da seama de treaba asta pana a doua zi dimineata ?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : E adevarat ca dumneata chiar ai trecut examenul de barou ?&lt;p&gt;………………………………………&lt;p&gt;AVOCATUL : Fiul cel tanar, cel de douazeci de ani, ce varsta are ?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Are 20 , cam ca si IQ-ul dumneavoastra&lt;p&gt;……………………………………..&lt;p&gt;AVOCATUL : Erati de fata cand v-a fotografiat ?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Glumiti ?&lt;p&gt;………………………………………&lt;p&gt;AVOCATUL : Deci data conceperii (bebelusului) a fost 8 August&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Da&lt;br&gt;AVOCATUL : Si ce faceati dumneavoastra atunci ?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Cam ce credeti ca faceam ?&lt;p&gt;………………………………………….&lt;p&gt;AVOCATUL : Ea avea trei copii, asa e ?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Da&lt;br&gt;AVOCATUL : Cati din ei erau baieti ?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Niciunul&lt;br&gt;AVOCATUL : Era vreunul din copii fata ?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Onorata &amp;#160;Curte, cred ca am nevoie de un alt avocat. Pot sa-mi iau&lt;br&gt;un alt avocat ?&lt;p&gt;……………………………………………&lt;p&gt;AVOCATUL : Cum s-a incheiat primul dumneavoastra mariaj ?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Prin moarte&lt;br&gt;AVOCATUL : Si prin moartea cui s-a incheiat ?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Incercati sa ghiciti !&lt;p&gt;………………………………………………&lt;p&gt;AVOCATUL : Puteti descrie individul ?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Cam de inaltime medie si purta barba.&lt;br&gt;AVOCATUL : Era barbat sau femeie ?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : In afara de cazul in care era vreun Circ in oras, as merge pe&lt;br&gt;varianta barbat!&lt;p&gt;………………………………………………..&lt;p&gt;AVOCATUL : Are aparitia dumneavoastra aici vreo legatura cu Nota de&lt;br&gt;Dispozitie pe care am trimis-o avocatului dumneavoastra ?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Nu , asa ma imbrac eu cand merg la serviciu&lt;p&gt;………………………………………………..&lt;p&gt;AVOCATUL : Doctore, cate din autopsiile pe care le-ai facut au fost pe&lt;br&gt;oameni morti ?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Toate. Cei inca vii … se zbat prea mult !&lt;p&gt;……………………………………………….&lt;p&gt;AVOCATUL : TOATE raspunsurile dumneavoastra trebuie sa fie ORALE. Bine&lt;br&gt;? La ce scoala ati fost ?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : ORALE.&lt;p&gt;………………………………………………..&lt;p&gt;AVOCATUL : Va amintiti la ce ora ati examinat trupul ?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Autopsia a inceput la ora 8.30 p.m.&lt;br&gt;AVOCATUL : Si D-l. Denton era mort in acel moment ?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Daca nu, in mod sigur a fost pana am terminat autopsia !&lt;p&gt;………………………………………………&lt;p&gt;AVOCATUL : Esti calificat sa dai o mostra de urina ?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Dar dumneata chiar esti calificat sa pui intrebari ??&lt;p&gt;…………………………………………………&lt;p&gt;Si … cireasa de pe tort !!!&lt;p&gt;AVOCATUL : Doctore, inainte sa faci autopsia, ai cautat sa vezi daca&lt;br&gt;mai avea puls ?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Nu&lt;br&gt;AVOCATUL : Ai controlat tensiunea ?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Nu&lt;br&gt;AVOCATUL : Ai verificat daca mai respira&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Nu&lt;br&gt;AVOCATUL : Deci e posibil ca pacientul sa fi fost inca viu atunci cand&lt;br&gt;aiinceput autopsia ?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Nu&lt;br&gt;AVOCATUL : Cum poti fi sigur Doctore ?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Pentru ca creierul lui statea pe o tavita pe biroul meu&lt;br&gt;AVOCATUL : Inteleg, dar nu ar fi putut totusi ca pacientul sa fie viu,&lt;br&gt;inciuda acestui lucru ?&lt;br&gt;MARTORUL : Ba da, e posibil sa fi fost viu si sa practice avocatura !&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-5640208021468496828?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/5640208021468496828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/5640208021468496828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/11/din-caietul-grefierului.html' title='Din caietul grefierului'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-5893836405491023427</id><published>2011-11-21T02:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T02:46:54.957+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O gaina&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;quot;produce&amp;quot; un ou de jumatate de kg. Presa,&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;televiziuni,&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;interviuri, toti pe gaina:&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;- Cum ati reusit performanta?&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;Gaina:&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;- Secret de familie.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;- Planuri de viitor?&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;Gaina:&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;- Sa fac un ou de 1 kg.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;Il iau in blitzuri si pe cocos:&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;- Cum ati reusit performanta?&lt;br&gt;Cocosul:&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;- Secret de familie.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;- Planuri de viitor?&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;Cocosul:&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;- Sa-i sparg fatza strutzului!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Un urs la farmacie:&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;- 50 de prezervative va rog. Doi iepuri in spatele lui&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;radeau de&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;se prapadeau.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;Ursul ii vede, se intoarce suparat la farmacist:&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;- 52!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Un tip la tutungerie&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;cere un pachet de tigari, si primeste unul pe care scrie:&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;quot;Tutunul cauzeaza impotenta&amp;quot;. Cand vede&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;textul, ii cere vanzatorului:&lt;br&gt;- Dati-mi-l mai bine pe cel cu cancer.&lt;p&gt;&amp;gt; Doi prieteni, Mihai si&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; Cristi se intilnesc pe strada. Mihai il vede pe &amp;#160;Cristi&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; ca e cam abatut si-l intreaba&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; -De ce esti &amp;#160;asa suparat?&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; C: Uite ma eu brunet , nevasta-mea bruneta, copilul roscat.&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; M: Pai de cite ori faceti dragoste pe saptamina?&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; C: Niciodata.&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; M: Pe luna?&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; C: Da din cap negativ..&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; M: Pe an?&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; C: Iar da din cap negativ.&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; M: Pai vezi ... rugina.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Fraza zilei: &amp;quot; Este&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;mai bine sa taci si sa dai &amp;#160;impresia ca esti prost&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;decat sa vorbesti si sa inlaturi orice dubiu.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Un arab intra intr-un bar din America . Se duce la barman&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;si &amp;#160;spune:&lt;br&gt;- Ahrem bahra mahji Coca Cola !&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;La care barmanul foarte nelamurit:&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;- Un pahar mare si rece cu ce???&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;Doua prietene&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;stateau de vorba.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;-Te-ai uitat vreodata in ochii sotului tau in timp ce&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;faceai sex?&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;-Da.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;-Si ce mutra avea?&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;-Statea in usa ca prostul!...&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;La un interviu:&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;- Si acum, daca aveti cumva vreo intrebare despre firma&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;noastra...&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;- Pai... m-ar interesa sa stiu cam cati oameni&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;lucreaza in firma &amp;#160;dumneavoastra.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;- In general, cam un sfert...&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Patru prietene tinere si&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;frumoase si-au petrecut &amp;#160;concediul impreuna la&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;mare, fara barbatii lor. La intoarcere, pe una din&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;ele au apucat-o &amp;#160;remuscarile:&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;- Fetelor, am sa-i povestesc lu&amp;#39; barbatu&amp;#39; meu de&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;cate ori l-am inselat in concediu.&lt;br&gt;Bruneta: - Ce idioata!&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;Roscata: - Ce curajoasa!&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;Blonda: - Ce memorie!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Un tip era pe balta la&lt;br&gt;pescuit. In mana dreapta tinea undita,in stanga &amp;#160;o&lt;br&gt;caramida. O tipa trece pe acolo si curioasa vrea sa afle ce&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;face &amp;#160;omul cu caramida. Pescarul spune ca ii explica&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;doar daca face sex cu &amp;#160;el. Se inteleg amandoi in cele&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;din urma si, dupa &amp;#160;partida, relaxat &amp;#160;tipul ii&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;spune:&lt;br&gt;-La undita n-am prins nimic de azi dimineata, dar la&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;caramida esti a treia...&lt;p&gt;&amp;gt; Un ziarist face o vizita&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; la o stana, unde ciobanul e tocmai cu oile la &amp;#160;pascut.&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; - Ce faci, bace?&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; - Uite, aice cu turma...&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; - Pot sa vorbesc cu cainele tau?&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; - Cainele nu vorbeste !&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; Ziaristul se apleaca la caine:&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; - Ce mai faci, Azor?&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; - Multzam, fain. (ciobanul ramane cu gura cascata)&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; - Ciobanul te ingrijeste bine?&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; - Nu ma plang. Imi da mancare buna, nu ma bate si &amp;#160;din&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; cand in cand ne &amp;#160;mai si jucam. Ciobanul sta stupefiat.&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; - Bace! Pot sa vorbesc cu magarul tau?&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; - Magarul nu vorbeste...&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; Ziaristul se apropie de magar:&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; - Ce mai faci, magare?&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; - Nu ma plang. (ciobanul intra in stare de soc)&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; - Ciobanul se comporta bine cu tine?&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; - Da. Imi da fan, abrac, iar daca e vreme rea, ma&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;#160;baga in sura...&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; Ciobanul cade pe spate.&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; - Bace! Pot sa vorbesc cu oaia aia de langa tine?&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; - Apai bagaboanta&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;#160;aia&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;#160;minte de ingheatza apele!!!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;Motto-ul zilei!&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;Daca cineva ride ? razi&amp;#160;cu el impreuna!&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;Daca cineva cinta ? cinta cu el impreuna!&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;Daca cineva lucreaza - lasa-l sa lucreze!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-5893836405491023427?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/5893836405491023427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/5893836405491023427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-gaina-un-ou-de-jumatate-de-kg.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-8244992533140401162</id><published>2011-11-17T05:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T05:35:32.360+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:#fff;FONT-FAMILY:tahoma,new york,times,serif;COLOR:#000;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:tahoma,new york,times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:times new roman,new york,times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:#fff;FONT-FAMILY:bookman old style,new york,times,serif;COLOR:#000;FONT-SIZE:14pt"&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:bookman old style,new york,times,serif;FONT-SIZE:14pt"&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:times new roman,new york,times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times new roman,new york,times,serif;COLOR:rgb(0,0,0);FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:times new roman,new york,times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:times new roman,new york,times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times new roman,new york,times,serif;COLOR:rgb(0,0,0);FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:times new roman,new york,times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:times new roman,new york,times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;COLOR:rgb(0,0,0);FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:times new roman,new york,times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR:rgb(255,255,255);FONT-FAMILY:times new roman,new york,times,serif;COLOR:rgb(0,0,0);FONT-SIZE:10pt"&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:times new roman,new york,times,serif;FONT-SIZE:10pt"&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:times new roman,new york,times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:times new roman,new york,times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:times new roman,new york,times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:times new roman,new york,times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt; &lt;blockquote style="PADDING-LEFT:5px;MARGIN-LEFT:5px"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt; &lt;blockquote style="PADDING-LEFT:5px;MARGIN-LEFT:5px"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY:times new roman,new york,times,serif;FONT-SIZE:12pt"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;table&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#2020a0" size="6" face="Tahoma"&gt;Intrebari si raspunsuri &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#2020a0" size="3" face="Tahoma"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I.. Ce imbatraneste prima oara la un barbat ? &lt;br&gt; R. &lt;b&gt;Nevasta &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I.  In cate grupe se impart femeile? &lt;br&gt;R. Femeile se impart in trei grupe: &lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt; - elastice (se intind cat tine patul). &lt;br&gt; - supraelastice (se intind si prin alte paturi). &lt;br&gt; - credincioase (se intind pana la Dumnezeu)&lt;/b&gt; . &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I.    De ce sunt mai multi purici decat oameni? &lt;br&gt;R.  &lt;b&gt;Pentru ca este greu sa fabrici niste prezervative asa de mici. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I. Ce este un copil complexat? &lt;br&gt;R. &lt;b&gt;Un copil cu mama reala si tata imaginar&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I. Care este cel mai periculos loc din lume? &lt;br&gt;R. &lt;b&gt;Patul. Acolo mor 80% dintre oameni&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I.  Ce spune spermatozoidul care fuge dupa un ovul ? &lt;br&gt;R. &lt;b&gt;Daca te prind, om te fac ! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I. Care an dureaza numai o zi ? &lt;br&gt; R. &lt;b&gt;Anul Nou ! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I. E adevarat ca barbatii impotenti traiesc mult ? &lt;br&gt;R. &lt;b&gt;Da, dar degeaba&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I. Prin ce se deosebeste ariciul de aricioaica ? &lt;br&gt;R. &lt;b&gt;Ariciul are o teapa in plus&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I. Prin ce se deosebeste un om de o camila ? &lt;br&gt; R. &lt;b&gt;Camila poate sa lucreze o saptamana fara sa bea, iar omul poate sa bea o saptamana fara sa lucreze ... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I. Care este diferenta dintre un taur si un bou ? &lt;br&gt;R. &lt;b&gt;Taurul poate deveni tata, pe cand boul numai unchi&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I. Prin ce se deosebeste sexul frantzuzesc de cel romanesc ? &lt;br&gt;R. &lt;b&gt;Francezii fac sex fara lenjeria de corp, iar romanii fara lenjeria de pat.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I. Ce este viata? &lt;br&gt;R. &lt;b&gt;Cea mai raspandita boala transmisa pe cale sexuala... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I.. De ce l-a creat Dumnezeu primul pe Adam? &lt;br&gt;R. &lt;b&gt;Ca sa poata vorbi pana aparea si Eva. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I. De ce au femeile coapsele calde? &lt;br&gt;R. &lt;b&gt;Pentru ca barbatii sa nu faca otita .&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I. Care este, in zilele noastre, cea mai obisnuita formula de cerere in &lt;br&gt; casatorie? &lt;br&gt;R. &lt;b&gt;Dumnezeule, sa nu-mi spui ca ai ramas insarcinata ... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I. Ce facea Mesterul Manole cand o zidea pe sotia lui, Ana? &lt;br&gt;R. &lt;b&gt;Body-building.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I. Ce au in comun un trenulet electric si sanii unei femei? &lt;br&gt; R. &lt;b&gt;Au fost create initial pentru copii, dar tot barbatii se joaca mai mult &lt;br&gt;cu ele. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I. De ce isi iau blondele pe ele pantaloni foarte stramti? &lt;br&gt;R. &lt;b&gt;Ca lumea sa le poata citi pe buze.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I. De ce prefera barbatii sa se insoare cu virgine? &lt;br&gt; R. &lt;b&gt;Pentru ca nu suporta comparatiile&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I. Cum se cheama un barbat inteligent in America ? &lt;br&gt;R. &lt;b&gt;Turist. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I. De ce a creat Dumnezeu barbatul? &lt;br&gt;R. &lt;b&gt;Pentru ca vibratorul nu poate sa aduca bani acasa&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I. Care este asemanarea dintre un barbat si un storcator de fructe?   &lt;br&gt;R. &lt;b&gt;Ai nevoie de el, dar nu esti sigura pentru ce&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I. Care este definitia unei seri romantice pentru un barbat? &lt;br&gt;R. &lt;b&gt;Sex. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I. Cum se numeste un barbat caruia ii lipseste 90% din creier? &lt;br&gt;R. &lt;b&gt;Castrat.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I. Care este diferenta dintre o repriza de fotbal si un preludiu?   &lt;br&gt;R. &lt;b&gt;Prima dureaza sigur 45 de minute&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; I. Care este diferenta dintre o amanta si o sotie? &lt;br&gt;R. &lt;b&gt;30 de kilograme.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I. Care este diferenta dintre un amant si un sot? &lt;br&gt;R. &lt;b&gt;30 - 45 de minute.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I. Care este asemanarea dintre o masina noua si un sot? &lt;br&gt; R.. &lt;b&gt;Ambele functioneaza bine doar in primul an. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I. Care este diferenta intre femeie si prosop? &lt;br&gt;R.&lt;b&gt; La prosop cauti partile uscate, la femei pe cele ude. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I. La ce e mai usor sa renunti: la vin sau la femei? &lt;br&gt; R. &lt;b&gt;Depinde de vechime&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I.  Care e diferenta dintre o femeie si o baterie electrica ?   &lt;br&gt;R. &lt;b&gt;Bateria are si o parte pozitiva, anodul. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I. De ce au uraganele nume de femei? &lt;br&gt;R. &lt;b&gt;Pentru ca vin umede si salbatice si pleaca cu casa si masina.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I. Stiti cum se numeste o secretara lasata insarcinata de catre seful &lt;br&gt;ei ? &lt;br&gt;R.. &lt;b&gt;BOSS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#2020a0" size="2" face="Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#2020a0" size="3" face="Tahoma"&gt;&lt;b&gt;UMFLATA .. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I. Ce fac pestii cand sunt multi? &lt;br&gt;R. &lt;b&gt;Bancuri &lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I. Cum canta cucu` in America ? &lt;br&gt;R.&lt;b&gt; With - with&lt;/b&gt; !&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I. De ce stau gainile pe gard? &lt;br&gt;R. &lt;b&gt;Sa le vada cocosii copanele.. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I. 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Nu vreau sa ma inghesui pana la aparatul de&lt;br&gt;compostat, mai bine rog o doamna sa imi composteze biletul.&lt;br&gt;Dar cum sa ma adresez oare ? Sa o tutuiesc sau sa ma adresez cu Dvs.?&lt;br&gt;La penultima statie nu a coborat, deci merge pana la capatul de linie.&lt;br&gt;Ma uit mai atent la ea, are o sticla de vin, adica sigur merge la un barbat.&lt;br&gt;Vinul nu este cel mai ieftin, deci barbatul arata bine.&lt;br&gt;In satul meu sunt doi barbati care arata bine: sotul meu si amantul meu.&lt;br&gt;La amantul meu sigur nu poate merge deoarece eu acolo ma duc acum.&lt;br&gt;Inseamna ca merge la sotul meu.&lt;br&gt;Sotul meu are doua amante: Claudia si Andreea.&lt;br&gt;Claudia e in delegatie...&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Andreea, poti sa-mi compostezi si mie acest bilet, te rog?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Andreea: &amp;quot;De unde ne cunoastem?&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-7127953453595618509?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/7127953453595618509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/7127953453595618509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/11/logica-feminina.html' title='Logica feminina'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-7255779588339550845</id><published>2011-11-01T01:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T01:30:32.298+02:00</updated><title type='text'>COSBUC ....azi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zQsBFdsN__s/Tq8vmKkTwYI/AAAAAAAAGgs/4PpXDa5meHY/s1600/image0011-732299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zQsBFdsN__s/Tq8vmKkTwYI/AAAAAAAAGgs/4PpXDa5meHY/s400/image0011-732299.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669802788600922498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div lang="EN-US" link="blue" vlink="purple"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top" style="padding:0in 0in 0in 0in"&gt; &lt;blockquote style="border:none;border-left:solid #1010FF 1.5pt;padding:0in 0in 0in 4.0pt;margin-left:3.75pt;margin-top:5.0pt;margin-bottom:5.0pt"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl"&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:24.0pt;color:#76461F"&gt;L&amp;#39;hiver sur la ulitza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:10.0pt;color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl"&gt; &lt;span dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl"&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F"&gt;Nu e cuşer, Dar e bine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Pentru Sarkozy, acum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Taberele-s toate scrum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Dar năvalnic vuiet vine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;De pe drum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:24.0pt;color:#76461F"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl"&gt; &lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl"&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F"&gt;Sunt ţigani şi balabuste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Vin la Otopeni ţipând,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Şi se-mping şi sar râzând,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Şi se-mpiedică de fuste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Vrând-nevrând.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:24.0pt;color:#76461F"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl"&gt; &lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl"&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F"&gt;Cei mai mari, acum, din sfadă,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Stau pe-ncăierare puşi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Cei mai mici, de foame-aduşi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Se scâncesc şi stau grămadă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Lângă uşi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:24.0pt;color:#76461F"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl"&gt; &lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl"&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F"&gt;Colo-n colţ, acum răsare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Un ţigan mai mărunţel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Chinuindu-se să care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;O sacoşă mult mai mare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Decât el.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:24.0pt;color:#76461F"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl"&gt; &lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl"&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F"&gt;Opt cercei cu dânsul are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Cinci brăţări şi-un portofel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;De la nişte trecătoare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Pe sub turnul ăla mare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Zis Eiffel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:24.0pt;color:#76461F"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl"&gt; &lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl"&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F"&gt;Altul, zău, cu dânsul, n-are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Nici bagaje, nici nimic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Doar un lanţ, cu-o cruce mare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Care saltă în mişcare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Pe buric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:24.0pt;color:#76461F"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl"&gt; &lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl"&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F"&gt;Trei ţigănci cu burta mare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Şi cu rochii fistichii,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Nu au loc ca să coboare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;C-alăptează fiecare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Doi copii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:24.0pt;color:#76461F"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl"&gt; &lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl"&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F"&gt;Un reporter vine-n grabă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Să le ia un interviu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Şi se-nvârte în pustiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Până când răspunde-o babă,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl"&gt; &lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Cam târziu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl"&gt; &lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl"&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F"&gt;Se-oţărăşte rău bătrâna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Către cel cu microfon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Şi-l înjură francofon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Fi&amp;#39;ncă nu mai e româna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl"&gt; &lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;De bonton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl"&gt; &lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Zice: -&amp;quot;Merde, cam mare graba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;N-am făcut nimica rău,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Uite-aici, îţi spune baba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Ne băgară pe degeaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;La bulău.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:24.0pt;color:#76461F"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl"&gt; &lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl"&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F"&gt;Şi, degeaba ne-au dat banii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Că, mai şmecheri suntem noi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Într-un an sau maxim doi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Ne întoarcem, toţi ţiganii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl"&gt; &lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt;Înapoi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:10.0pt;color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl"&gt; &lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F"&gt;Nu e mare socoteală&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;color:black"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F"&gt;Că acasă ne-aţi trimis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;color:black"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F"&gt;Ne-adunăm la repezeală&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;color:black"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F"&gt;Şi să vezi atunci ciordeală&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA" dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;color:black"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F"&gt;La Paris &amp;quot;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-7255779588339550845?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/7255779588339550845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/7255779588339550845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/11/cosbuc-azi.html' title='COSBUC ....azi'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zQsBFdsN__s/Tq8vmKkTwYI/AAAAAAAAGgs/4PpXDa5meHY/s72-c/image0011-732299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-445940590481484029</id><published>2011-10-31T23:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T23:40:42.023+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>﻿Seful povesteste o anecdota.&lt;br&gt;Toti rad in hohote, inafara de unul.&lt;br&gt;- Tu de ce nu razi ? il intreaba colegii.&lt;br&gt;- Nu mai are nici un rost ! De maine nu mai lucrez aici.&lt;br&gt;==============================================&lt;p&gt;O fetiţă o &amp;#238;ntreabă pe mama sa:&lt;br&gt;- Mamă, de ce tata e aşa de chel ?&lt;br&gt;- Deoarece are multă minte.&lt;br&gt;- Dar de ce tu ai aşa de mult păr pe cap ?&lt;br&gt;- Măn&amp;#226;ncă si taci !&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;========================================0&lt;p&gt;Sotia catre sot:&lt;br&gt;- Merg la vecina pentru 5 minute !...Te rog sa mesteci in oala la&lt;br&gt;fiecare juma&amp;#39; de ora!...&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;===============================================&lt;p&gt;Pe holul scolii un elev plangea.&lt;br&gt;Intamplator trece directoarea pe acolo si il intreaba:&lt;br&gt;- De ce plangi?&lt;br&gt;- Pentru ca Ionut mi-a rasturnat placinta.&lt;br&gt;- Era cu intentie ? intreaba directoarea.&lt;br&gt;- Nu, cu branza !&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;========================================&lt;p&gt;Seara soţ şi soţie, vizionează un film de groază.&lt;br&gt;Dintr-o dată apare pe ecran un monstru.&lt;br&gt;Soţia: - Oh, mama !&lt;br&gt;Soţul: - Da, chiar seamana bine cu ea ...&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;========================================&lt;p&gt;Un tip castiga marele premiu la loto. Este invitat la TV si intrebat:&lt;br&gt;- Ce veti face cu atatia bani??&lt;br&gt;- Pai o sa-mi platesc datoriile&lt;br&gt;- Bine, dar cu restul ce faceti??&lt;br&gt;- Restul da-i incolo, sa mai astepte !&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;========================================&lt;p&gt;La circ un magician isi anunta numarul de iluzionism :&lt;br&gt;- In urmatorul numar voi face sa dispara o femeie. Pentru aceasta, am&lt;br&gt;nevoie de un volunar din public.&lt;br&gt;Din randul doi se aude un glas:&lt;br&gt;- Mergi dumneata, mama soacra !&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;========================================&lt;p&gt;Cineva bate la porţile raiului.&lt;br&gt;Sf. Petru deschide şi vede un jucător de fotbal.&lt;br&gt;- Tu cine eşti ?&lt;br&gt;- S&amp;#238;nt jucător &amp;#238;n echipa naţionala a Rom&amp;#226;niei.&lt;br&gt;- Şi cum de ai nimerit poarta ?&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;========================================&lt;p&gt;Un tip elegant iese dintr-un magazin select impingand un cos plin cu&lt;br&gt;sampanie, caviar, mezeluri fine etc.&lt;br&gt;Cand sa le bage in portbagajul BMW-ului, observa un individ slab, prapadit,&lt;br&gt;care umbla de colo-colo rupand ierburi de la marginea drumului.&lt;br&gt;- Dar ce faci, domnule, acolo ?&lt;br&gt;- Adun iarba ca sa mananc. Trebuie sa duc si la copii, ca nu mai avem nimic.&lt;br&gt;- Cum asa ?! Pai atunci, uite cartea mea de vizita si vino sa mancati&lt;br&gt;la mine acasa !&lt;br&gt;- E frumos din partea dumneavoastra, domnule, dar am 8 copii, plus nevasta...&lt;br&gt;- Si mai bine ! Veniti cu toata familia !&lt;br&gt;- Sunteti foarte generos ! Numai ca, din copii, unii sunt deja&lt;br&gt;casatoriti, au si ei copii...&lt;br&gt;- N-are-a face, sa vina toti ! La mine acasa iarba e uite-asa de&lt;br&gt;inalta, daca sunteti multi, in 3 ore terminati !!!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;========================================&lt;p&gt;Ministrul Finantelor si Ministrul Economiei servesc un aperitiv la bufet.&lt;br&gt;Dupa un timp, primul zice:&lt;br&gt;- Mai luam ceva ?&lt;br&gt;- De la cine ?&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;========================================&lt;p&gt;Preşedintele Bush şi secretarul de stat Colin Powell stăteau &amp;#238;ntr-un bar.&lt;br&gt;Un tip intră şi &amp;#238;l &amp;#238;ntreabă pe barman:&lt;br&gt;- Nu-s ăia preşedintele Bush şi Colin Powell acolo la masă ?&lt;br&gt;- Da, ei s&amp;#238;nt, răspunde barmanul.&lt;br&gt;Aşa că tipul se duce la ei si le zice:&lt;br&gt;- Ce onoare, ce faceţi aici ?&lt;br&gt;- Plănuim al treilea război mondial, zice Bush.&lt;br&gt;- Serios ? Şi ce o să se &amp;#238;nt&amp;#238;mple ?&lt;br&gt;- O să omor&amp;#238;m 140 de milioane de irakieni şi o blondă cu ţ&amp;#238;ţe mari, zice Bush.&lt;br&gt;La care tipul:&lt;br&gt;- O blonda cu ţ&amp;#238;ţe mari ? De ce o blondă cu ţ&amp;#238;ţe mari ?&lt;br&gt;Bush se &amp;#238;ntoarce spre Powell, &amp;#238;l bate pe umăr şi zice:&lt;br&gt;- Vezi, bă deşteptule, ţi-am zis eu că n-o să-i pese nimănui de 140 de&lt;br&gt;milioane de irakieni !&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;========================================&lt;p&gt;Intr-o seara Bula merge sa-l ia pe Bulisor de la scoala .&lt;br&gt;Cu nostalgie Bula priveste scoala si zice:&lt;br&gt;- Aici am invatat si eu acum treizeci de ani !&lt;br&gt;La care Bulisor zice incet :&lt;br&gt;- Stii tati, diriginta ne-a zis azi ca asa tampiti ca noi n-a mai avut&lt;br&gt;de treizeci de ani !&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;========================================&lt;p&gt;Intr-un magazin intră o doamnă foarte grasă:&lt;br&gt;− Aş dori să văd un costum de baie care mi-ar veni...&lt;br&gt;V&amp;#226;nzătorul:&lt;br&gt;- Şi eu !&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;========================================&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Un barbat merge la o sala de fitness si se adreseaza antrenorului :&lt;br&gt;- Vreau sa cuceresc o fata; ce aparat imi recomandati sa folosesc ?&lt;br&gt;- Bancomatul ....&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;========================================&lt;p&gt;-&amp;#160;Ce-i cu tine ? Arăţi jalnic! N-ai avut concediu anul ăsta ?&lt;br&gt;- Ba da.&lt;br&gt;- Şi unde l-ai petrecut ?&lt;br&gt;- Două zile &amp;#238;ntr-o prăpastie, cu maşina, iar restul &amp;#238;n spital.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;========================================&lt;p&gt;O blonda ii spune unei prietene:&lt;br&gt;- Ieri am fost la oftalmolog.&lt;br&gt;- Si ce ti-a spus?&lt;br&gt;- Mi-a spus să &amp;#238;nvăţ alfabetul.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;========================================&lt;p&gt;Un tip invita o fata la dans.&lt;br&gt;Pe la jumatatea dansului tipul realizeaza cu surprindere ca ea parea&lt;br&gt;sa se faca din ce in ce mai inalta.. si mai inalta... si mai inalta !!!&lt;br&gt;- Iarta-ma, de ce am oare impresia ca te inalti mereu ? intreaba el cu&lt;br&gt;oarece spaima in glas.&lt;br&gt;- Am un picior de lemn si ma invarti in sensul in care se desurubeaza !&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;========================================&lt;p&gt;Vine Bula la scoala cu o buza umflata.&lt;br&gt;Profesoara:&lt;br&gt;- Ce-ai patit Bula?&lt;br&gt;- Am fost cu tata la pescuit si mi s-a asezat o viespe pe buza.&lt;br&gt;- Vai saracul de tine. Si te-a piscat ?&lt;br&gt;- Nu, a omorit-o tata cu vasla.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;========================================&lt;p&gt;A fost o data un print care intr-o zi a intrebat-o pe o prea-frumoasa printesa:&lt;br&gt;- Vrei sa fii sotia mea? Si ea a spus:&lt;br&gt;- Nuuu!&lt;br&gt;Si atunci printul a trait multi si fericiti ani si poate mai traieste&lt;br&gt;si acum umbland la vanatoare si pescuit,&lt;br&gt;haladuind cu prietenii si band multa bere, imbatindu-se de cate ori&lt;br&gt;pofteste, jucand table toata ziulica,&lt;br&gt;lasandu-si hainele imprastiate prin sufragerie, facand amor cu toate&lt;br&gt;vecinele si prietenele.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;========================================&lt;p&gt;O găină produce un ou de juma&amp;#39; de kil.&lt;br&gt;Presă, televiziuni, interviuri, toţi pe găină:﻿&lt;br&gt;- Cum aţi reuşit performanţa?&lt;br&gt;- Secret de familie.&lt;br&gt;- Planuri de viitor?&lt;br&gt;- Să fac un ou de un kil.&lt;br&gt;...&amp;#206;l iau &amp;#238;n bliţuri şi pe cocoş:&lt;br&gt;- Cum aţi reuşit performanţa?&lt;br&gt;- Secret de familie.&lt;br&gt;- Planuri de viitor?&lt;br&gt;- Să-i sparg faţa struţului...&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;========================================&lt;p&gt;Autobuzul pleacă din staţie, iar după el aleargă o doamnă strig&amp;#226;nd:﻿&lt;br&gt;- Oameni buni, opriţi vă rog autobuzul că &amp;#238;nt&amp;#226;rzii la lucru !&lt;br&gt;Pasagerii &amp;#238;l roagă pe şofer să oprească, doamna se urcă şi spune bucuroasă:&lt;br&gt;- Am reuşit... Biletele la control !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-445940590481484029?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/445940590481484029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/445940590481484029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/10/seful-povesteste-o-anecdota.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-3933829368319365249</id><published>2011-10-31T23:39:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T23:39:56.983+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Regulament de ordine interioara!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div lang="EN-US" link="blue" vlink="purple"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:#663300"&gt;CONCEDIUL MEDICAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:24.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:#663300"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top" style="padding:0in 0in 0in 0in"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;color:#663300"&gt;Din acest moment nu mai acceptam concediu medical eliberat de doctor prin care se adevereste ca sunteti bolnav. Daca puteti merge la doctor, inseamna ca puteti veni si la serviciu.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt; OPERATIILE CHIRURGICALE&lt;/b&gt; sunt interzise . Atata vreme cat sunteti angajat la noi, veti avea nevoie de toate organele. Nu veti elimina nimic. Noi v-am angajat intact. In cazul in care eliminati un organ, vom considera acest lucru indisciplina la locul de  munca.&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt; ZILE IN FOLOS PERSONAL&lt;/b&gt; se vor primi in mod egal, fiecare angajat va primi 104 zile personale pe an. Ele se numesc sambata&lt;br&gt; si duminica.&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt; ZILE DE CONCEDIU - &lt;/b&gt;Toti angajatii vor primi concediul in aceeasi perioada a anului. Zilele de vacanta sunt dupa cum urmeaza: 1 ianuarie si 25 decembrie.&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt; ZILE LIBERE PENTRU INMORMANTARI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; Aceasta nu e o scuza sa lipsiti de la serviciu. Oricum nu mai puteti&lt;br&gt; face nimic pentru prietenii, rudele sau colegii morti. In cazurile rare in care un angajat va fi nevoit sa participe la inmormantari, acestea se vor programa seara tarziu. Suntem bucurosi sa va permitem sa lucrati in pauza de pranz pentru a putea pleca mai  devreme, cu conditia sa va terminati insarcinarile pe ziua respectiva.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt; ABSENTA CAUZATA DE PROPRIUL DECES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; Acest incident poate fi acceptat ca scuza . In orice caz, este necesar un preaviz de 2 saptamani precum si pregatirea unui inlocuitor care sa va preia atributiile.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt; FOLOSIREA TOALETELOR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; Mult prea mult timp se petrece la toaleta. In viitor se va merge la&lt;br&gt; toaleta in ordine alfabetica. Spre exemplu angajatii al caror nume&lt;br&gt; incepe cu &amp;quot;A&amp;quot; se vor duce de la 8:00 la 8:20, cei cu &amp;quot;B&amp;quot; de&lt;br&gt; la 8:20 la 8:40, si asa mai departe. Daca nu va puteti deplasa in timpul alocat, veti fi nevoiti sa asteptati pana a doua zi cand sunteti programati. In situatii de maxima urgenta, angajatii pot face schimb de locuri intre ei.&lt;br&gt;  Superviserii ambilor angajati implicati in schimb trebuie sa aprobe&lt;br&gt; aceasta schimbare in scris.&lt;br&gt; In plus, acum exista o restrictie de 3 minute de stationare in toalete.&lt;br&gt; La sfarsitul celor 3 minute se va declansa o alarma, hartia igienica se va retrage automat, usa de la toaleta se va deschide si contravenientul va fi fotografiat. La a doua abatere, fotografia va fi publicata in ziarul intern al companiei la rubrica &amp;quot;Acte de  indisciplina&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt; PAUZA DE MASA&lt;br&gt; Persoanele slabe&lt;/b&gt; vor primi 30 de minute pauza de masa, deoarece trebuie sa manace mai mult pentru a arata sanatoase . &lt;b&gt;Persoanele cu greutate normala &lt;/b&gt;vor primi 15 minute pauza de masa, pentru a-si pastra silueta.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt; Persoanele supraponderale&lt;/b&gt; vor primi 5 minute pauza de masa deoarece este suficient pentru a lua o pastila de slabit.&lt;br&gt; Va multumim pentru loialitatea aratata fata de companie. Suntem aici pentru a asigura o experienta pozitiva angajatilor. Orice intrebari, comentarii, nelamuriri, plangeri, reclamatii, frustrari, iritari, suparari, insinuari, acuzatii, vor fi adresate in alta  parte.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt; CUM NE IMBRACAM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; Este recomnadat sa veniti imbracati la serviciu conform salariului&lt;br&gt; primit.&lt;br&gt; Daca purtati pantofi Prada de $350 sau o geanta Gucci de $600 vom presupune ca o duceti bine din punct de vedere financiar, deci nu aveti nevoie de o marire de salariu.&lt;br&gt; Daca va imbracati saracacios, va trebui sa invatati sa va administrati banii mai bine pentru a va cumpara haine mai frumoase, prin urmare nu aveti nevoie de o marire de salariu.&lt;br&gt; Daca va imbracati potrivit, sunteti exact acolo unde trebuie si in&lt;br&gt; consecinta nu aveti nevoie de o marire de salariu.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Va dorim o saptamana placuta.&lt;br&gt; Conducerea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/3933829368319365249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/3933829368319365249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/10/regulament-de-ordine-interioara.html' title='Regulament de ordine interioara!'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-2500362314294187291</id><published>2011-10-18T05:51:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T05:51:14.761+03:00</updated><title type='text'>COSBUC ....azi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-97FQ9r8KB7Q/Tpzpo5EwS6I/AAAAAAAAGcs/PI7r0JxOb0E/s1600/image0011-774762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-97FQ9r8KB7Q/Tpzpo5EwS6I/AAAAAAAAGcs/PI7r0JxOb0E/s400/image0011-774762.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664659320050043810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" &gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font: inherit;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border-left: 2px solid rgb(16, 16, 255); margin-left: 5px; padding-left: 5px;"&gt;&lt;div id="yiv1415385047"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000;background-color:#fff;font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;div id="yiv1415385047"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1415385047WordSection1"&gt;&lt;table class="yiv1415385047MsoNormalTable" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding:0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border:none;border-left:solid #1010FF 1.5pt;padding:0cm 0cm 0cm 4.0pt;margin-left:3.75pt;margin-top:5.0pt;margin-bottom:5.0pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1415385047msonormal" dir="RTL"  style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl;unicode-bidi:embed;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1727"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:24.0pt;color:#76461F;"&gt;L'hiver sur la ulitza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1728"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yiv1415385047"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1415385047msonormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl;unicode-bidi:embed;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1415385047msonormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl;unicode-bidi:embed;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1730"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F;"&gt;Nu e cuşer, Dar e bine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span  class="yiv1415385047msid1730"&gt;Pentru Sarkozy,  acum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1730"&gt;Taberele-s toate scrum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1730"&gt;Dar năvalnic vuiet vine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1730"&gt;De pe drum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1731"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:24.0pt;color:#76461F;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1415385047msonormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl;unicode-bidi:embed;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1415385047msonormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl;unicode-bidi:embed;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1736"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F;"&gt;Sunt ţigani şi balabuste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1736"&gt;Vin la Otopeni ţipând,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span  class="yiv1415385047msid1736"&gt;Şi se-mping şi sar râzând,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1736"&gt;Şi se-mpiedică de fuste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1736"&gt;Vrând-nevrând.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1737"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:24.0pt;color:#76461F;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1415385047msonormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl;unicode-bidi:embed;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1415385047msonormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl;unicode-bidi:embed;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1742"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F;"&gt;Cei mai mari, acum, din sfadă,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1742"&gt;Stau pe-ncăierare puşi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span  class="yiv1415385047msid1742"&gt;Cei mai mici, de foame-aduşi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1742"&gt;Se scâncesc şi stau grămadă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1742"&gt;Lângă uşi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1743"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:24.0pt;color:#76461F;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1415385047msonormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl;unicode-bidi:embed;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1415385047msonormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl;unicode-bidi:embed;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1748"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F;"&gt;Colo-n colţ, acum răsare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1748"&gt;Un ţigan mai mărunţel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span  class="yiv1415385047msid1748"&gt;Chinuindu-se să care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1748"&gt;O sacoşă mult mai mare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1748"&gt;Decât el.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1749"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:24.0pt;color:#76461F;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1415385047msonormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl;unicode-bidi:embed;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1415385047msonormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl;unicode-bidi:embed;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1754"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F;"&gt;Opt cercei cu dânsul are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1754"&gt;Cinci brăţări şi-un portofel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1754"&gt;De la nişte  trecătoare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1754"&gt;Pe sub turnul ăla mare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1754"&gt;Zis Eiffel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1755"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:24.0pt;color:#76461F;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1415385047msonormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl;unicode-bidi:embed;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1415385047msonormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl;unicode-bidi:embed;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1760"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F;"&gt;Altul, zău, cu dânsul, n-are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1760"&gt;Nici bagaje, nici nimic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1760"&gt;Doar un lanţ, cu-o cruce mare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span  class="yiv1415385047msid1760"&gt;Care saltă în mişcare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1760"&gt;Pe buric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1761"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:24.0pt;color:#76461F;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1415385047msonormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl;unicode-bidi:embed;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1415385047msonormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl;unicode-bidi:embed;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1766"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F;"&gt;Trei ţigănci cu burta mare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1766"&gt;Şi cu rochii fistichii,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1766"&gt;Nu au loc ca să coboare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1766"&gt;C-alăptează  fiecare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1766"&gt;Doi copii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1767"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:24.0pt;color:#76461F;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1415385047msonormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl;unicode-bidi:embed;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1415385047msonormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl;unicode-bidi:embed;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1772"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F;"&gt;Un reporter vine-n grabă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1772"&gt;Să le ia un interviu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1772"&gt;Şi se-nvârte în pustiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1772"&gt;Până când răspunde-o babă,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1415385047msonormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl;unicode-bidi:embed;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1772"&gt;Cam târziu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1415385047msonormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl;unicode-bidi:embed;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1415385047msonormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl;unicode-bidi:embed;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1778"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F;"&gt;Se-oţărăşte rău bătrâna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1778"&gt;Către cel cu  microfon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1778"&gt;Şi-l înjură francofon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1778"&gt;Fi'ncă nu mai e româna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1415385047msonormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl;unicode-bidi:embed;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1778"&gt;De bonton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1415385047msonormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl;unicode-bidi:embed;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1784"&gt;Zice: -"Merde, cam mare graba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1784"&gt;N-am făcut nimica rău,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1784"&gt;Uite-aici, îţi spune  baba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1784"&gt;Ne băgară pe degeaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1784"&gt;La bulău.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1785"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:24.0pt;color:#76461F;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1415385047msonormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl;unicode-bidi:embed;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1415385047msonormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl;unicode-bidi:embed;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1790"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F;"&gt;Şi, degeaba ne-au dat banii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1790"&gt;Că, mai şmecheri suntem  noi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1790"&gt;Într-un an sau maxim doi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1790"&gt;Ne întoarcem, toţi ţiganii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1415385047msonormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl;unicode-bidi:embed;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1790"&gt;Înapoi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1791"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1415385047msonormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align:center;background:white;direction:rtl;unicode-bidi:embed;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1415385047msonormal" style="text-align:center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1796"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F;"&gt;Nu e mare socoteală&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  style="font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1797"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1798"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F;"&gt;Că acasă ne-aţi trimis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1799"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1800"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F;"&gt;Ne-adunăm la repezeală&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1801"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1802"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F;"&gt;Şi să vezi  atunci ciordeală&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="RTL" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1415385047msonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1803"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1415385047msid1804"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;color:#76461F;"&gt;La Paris "!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-2500362314294187291?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XJetHv_UrkU/Tpw2SZvBt0I/AAAAAAAAGaY/D6rwVqrsLZo/s72-c/1057_instinct-primar-760390.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-8581706032692970384</id><published>2011-10-06T02:55:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T02:55:08.333+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;#206;ntr-o croitorie de damă: Fustele se ridică zilnic intre orele 10.00 şi 14.00.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Bai, bade, de ce te-au arestat?&lt;br&gt;- M-am uitat la Basescu!&lt;br&gt;- Dar noi toţi ne-am uitat la el!&lt;br&gt;- Da, dar eu m-am uitat prin lunetă!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Draga Moş Crăciun, de trei ani &amp;#238;ţi comand un camion de pompieri,&lt;br&gt;poate că anul asta o sa găseşti unul. Mulţumesc. Ionel.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Draga Ionel, ca să mă ierţi că nu am nici acum un camion de pompieri,&lt;br&gt;&amp;#238;ţi voi da foc la casă &amp;#238;n timp de dormi şi aşa vei avea toate&lt;br&gt;camioanele de pompieri pe care ţi le doreşti. Somn uşor. Moş Crăciun.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#206;ntr-o seară friguroasă de iarnă o blondă stătea pe unul din podurile&lt;br&gt;D&amp;#226;mboviţei şi se g&amp;#226;ndea cum să scape de viaţa asta amară. La un moment&lt;br&gt;dat moş Crăciun se apropie şi-i zice:&lt;br&gt;- Ce faci tu aici, fata moşului?&lt;br&gt;- Ce să fac Moşule, sunt supărată că n-am servici, n-am casă, n-am&lt;br&gt;bani şi mă g&amp;#226;ndesc să mă omor să scap de toate necazurile.&lt;br&gt;- Ei, fata moşului, stai ca nu e chiar aşa de rău. Uite, eu pot să-ţi&lt;br&gt;&amp;#238;ndeplinesc trei dorinţe, chiar acum pe loc. Spune, ce-ţi doreşti?&lt;br&gt;- Păi, as vrea să am o căsoaie &amp;#238;n Cotroceni.&lt;br&gt;- S-a făcut, asta e adresa şi astea sunt cheile de la noua ta casa. Altceva?&lt;br&gt;- O maşină roşie, mi-ar fi de mare folos.. .&lt;br&gt;- Nici o problemă, &amp;#238;n garajul casei te aşteaptă un Rolls. A treia dorinţă?&lt;br&gt;- Păi, aş vrea să am un cont &amp;#238;n bancă ca să nu-mi mai fac griji din&lt;br&gt;cauza banilor.&lt;br&gt;- &amp;#206;n casă o să găseşti un carnet de cecuri, ai un milion de dolari &amp;#238;n&lt;br&gt;banca. Dar ştii fata moşului ca toate astea să se &amp;#238;ndeplinească&lt;br&gt;trebuie să &amp;#238;ndeplineşti o condiţie.&lt;br&gt;- Moş Crăciun, ce trebuie sa fac?&lt;br&gt;- Aş vrea să te aşezi &amp;#238;n genunchi şi să-ncerc un sex oral.&lt;br&gt;- Vai, Moşule, nu pot să fac una ca asta!&lt;br&gt;- Cum, pentru toate dorinţele care ţi le-am &amp;#238;ndeplinit?&lt;br&gt;P&amp;#226;nă la urma fata se lasă convinsă şi se apucă de treabă. După vreo&lt;br&gt;c&amp;#226;teva minute, Moşu o &amp;#238;ntreabă:&lt;br&gt;- Caţi ani ai tu, fata moşului?&lt;br&gt;Lu&amp;#226;nd o scurta pauză, fata răspunde:&lt;br&gt;- 24 Moşule.&lt;br&gt;- Şi la v&amp;#226;rsta asta, mai crezi &amp;#238;n moş Crăciun?&lt;p&gt;_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-8581706032692970384?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/8581706032692970384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/8581706032692970384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/10/croitorie-de-dama-fustele-se-ridica.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-4697996118296210808</id><published>2011-10-04T01:32:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T01:32:11.053+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...Un somn sanatos nu numai ca prelungeste viata, dar si reduce ziua de lucru !&lt;br&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;p&gt;In zilele noastre, pietonii sunt de doua categorii: rapizi si accidentati.&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;- Care e lucrul cel mai inteligent pe care il poate spune un barbat?&lt;br&gt;- &amp;quot;Nevasta-mea zice ca... &amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Doi politisti gonesc cu masina. La un moment dat ocolesc o groapa si&lt;br&gt;intra intr-un pom. Ies amandoi dintre fiarele contorsionate, iar unul&lt;br&gt;din ei zice:&lt;br&gt;- Sa stii ca meritam o prima! Niciodata nu am ajuns asa repede la&lt;br&gt;locul accidentului.&lt;br&gt;---------------------------&lt;br&gt;- Hai la o bere !&lt;br&gt;- De c&amp;#226;nd s-a mutat soacra la mine, nu mai beau !&lt;br&gt;- De ce ?&lt;br&gt;- N-am chef s-o văd &amp;#238;n dublu exemplar . . . .&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br&gt;- Ai auzit ce-a păţit Popescu ?&lt;br&gt;- Nu !&lt;br&gt;- A fugit cu nevastă-mea !&lt;br&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br&gt;- M&amp;#226;ine aniversăm 30 de ani de la căsătorie; am putea tăia curcanul...&lt;br&gt;- De ce ? Doar nu e vina lui . . .&lt;br&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Adam şi Eva se plimbă prin Paradis.&lt;br&gt;Eva : - Adam, mă iubeşti ?&lt;br&gt;Adam : - Am vreo alternativă ?&lt;br&gt;---------------------------&lt;br&gt;- Prietene, n-am avut noroc cu nici o nevastă !&lt;br&gt;- Cum aşa ?&lt;br&gt;- Prima a fugit cu un italian . . .&lt;br&gt;- Şi-a doua ?&lt;br&gt;- Nu vrea să fugă . . .&lt;br&gt;-------------------------&lt;br&gt;Discuţie &amp;#238;ntre doi cowboy :&lt;br&gt;- Mie mi se pare imoral să faci cunoştinţă cu viitoarea soţie &amp;#238;ntr-un bar !&lt;br&gt;- Ai dreptate. Dar tu cum ai cunoscut-o pe a ta ?&lt;br&gt;- Am c&amp;#226;ştigat-o la o partidă de biliard !&lt;br&gt;---------------------&lt;br&gt;- Cum păstraţi armonia conjugală ?&lt;br&gt;- Prin reciprocitate : C&amp;#226;nd soţia e nervoasă, eu tac. Şi invers : eu&lt;br&gt;tac c&amp;#226;nd soţia e nervoasă !&lt;br&gt;--------------------&lt;br&gt;- Nu ţi-e ruşine că te-a adus chelnerul acasă la miezul nopţii ?&lt;br&gt;- Păi, dacă mai devreme n-a fost liber . . .&lt;br&gt;----------------&lt;br&gt;- Doctore, chiar nu mai e nici o speranţă ?&lt;br&gt;- Nu, tinere, soacra dumitale se va &amp;#238;nzdrăveni &amp;#238;n mod sigur.&lt;br&gt;-----------------&lt;br&gt;- Dragule, ai fi dorit să mă mărit cu altul ?&lt;br&gt;- Nu, scumpo. Eu nu doresc răul nimănui ...&lt;br&gt;-----------------------&lt;br&gt;- Tinere, ceri m&amp;#226;na fiicei mele ? &amp;#206;nţeleg că ai viitorul asigurat.&lt;br&gt;- Dacă ea nu m-a păcălit, da . . . .&lt;br&gt;-----------------------&lt;br&gt;- Fata mea, cineva mi-a cerut m&amp;#226;na ta !&lt;br&gt;- Vai tată, dar n-aş vrea să mă despart de mama !&lt;br&gt;- O, dar poţi să o iei cu tine, draga mea !&lt;br&gt;---------------------&lt;br&gt;Ea : - E bună ciorba ?&lt;br&gt;El : - Ai chef de ceartă ?&lt;br&gt;------------------------&lt;br&gt;La o staţie de benzină cu o singură pompă se opreşte un tip cu un&lt;br&gt;Hummer şi &amp;#238;ncepe să bage benzină. Trece o jumătate de oră, el bagă&lt;br&gt;benzină... Trece o oră, trec două... &amp;#206;n spatele lui s-a făcut coadă,&lt;br&gt;toţi &amp;#238;njură &amp;#238;n delir. Unu&amp;#39; scoate capul pe geam şi &amp;#238;i strigă ăluia cu&lt;br&gt;Hummerul:&lt;br&gt;- Ascultă, bă! Măcar opreşte motorul, c&amp;#226;t bagi benzină !&lt;br&gt;-----------------------&lt;br&gt;Ion si Maria la maternitate:&lt;br&gt;- No Marie, ce avem?&lt;br&gt;- Baiat.&lt;br&gt;- No, ... si cu cine seamana?&lt;br&gt;- ... degeaba-ti spun, ca nu-l cunosti.&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Sotia catre sot:&lt;br&gt;- Am doua vesti pentru tine, una proasta si una buna.&lt;br&gt;- Spune-le.&lt;br&gt;- Te parasesc!&lt;br&gt;- Si vestea proasta?&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Undeva la ţară ... Bătaie &amp;#238;n geam noaptea pe la ora trei:&lt;br&gt;- Hei, n-ai văzut o turmă de boi?&lt;br&gt;- De ce? Ai rămas &amp;#238;n urmă?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-4697996118296210808?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/4697996118296210808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/4697996118296210808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-6560884608458452938</id><published>2011-09-28T05:41:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T05:41:34.402+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Daca cineva rade - razi impreuna cu el!&lt;br&gt;Daca cineva canta - canta impreuna cu el!&lt;br&gt;Daca cineva lucreaza - lasa-l sa lucreze&lt;br&gt;Omul nu e facut sa munceasca!&lt;br&gt;Dovada: faptul ca oboseste.&lt;p&gt;Cate persoane lucreaza in biroul acesta?&lt;br&gt;- Cu sef cu tot, cinci.&lt;br&gt;- Deci, fara sef, patru?&lt;br&gt;- A, nuuuu... fara sef nu lucreaza nimeni!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Daca tatal tau nu este milionar, nu ai nici o vina.&lt;br&gt;Dar daca nici socrul tau nu este milionar, atunci nu ai nici o scuza!&lt;p&gt;Se spune ca cea mai mare curva de pe Pamant ar fi speranta. Toata&lt;br&gt;lumea traieste cu ea ...&lt;p&gt;In vin e puterea.&lt;br&gt;In bere e sanatatea.&lt;br&gt;In coniac e distinctia.&lt;br&gt;.... iar in apa sunt microbii!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dragostea e oarba, dar casatoria ii reda vederea.&lt;p&gt;Daca vrei ca sotia sa te asculte cind vorbesti, vorbeste cu alta&lt;br&gt;femeie. O sa fie numai ochi si urechi.&lt;p&gt;Cand esti inteligent si cand esti intelept?&lt;br&gt;Esti inteligent daca nu crezi decat jumatate din ceea ce auzi; esti&lt;br&gt;intelept daca stii care jumatate!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mintile ilustre discuta idei, inteligentele medii discuta evenimente,&lt;br&gt;iar mintile reduse ii discuta pe altii.&lt;p&gt;Oare de ce exista atatea organizatii impotriva hainelor de blana si&lt;br&gt;nici una impotriva hainelor de piele?&lt;br&gt;Probabil pentru ca e mai simplu sa hartuiesti femeile bogate decat&lt;br&gt;gastile de motociclisti.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Un vanator pleaca intr-un safari impreuna cu sotia si soacra. Intr-o&lt;br&gt;seara, dupa ce si-au ridicat tabara, soacra se rataceste si vanatorul&lt;br&gt;impreuna cu sotia sa pleaca sa o caute.&lt;br&gt;Intr-un tufis o gasesc impietrita de groaza in fata unui leu care&lt;br&gt;ragea din toti rarunchii.&lt;br&gt;Vazand asta, sotia intreaba disperata:&lt;br&gt;- Si acum ce facem?&lt;br&gt;- Nimic, raspunde vanatorul, leul s-a bagat singur in treaba asta,&lt;br&gt;lasa-l sa se descurce!!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doi politisti intra intr-un compartiment al trenului:&lt;br&gt;- Arme? Bani? Droguri?&lt;br&gt;- Nu, multumesc. O cafea, va rog...&lt;p&gt;- Tata, spune-mi, de ce barbatii de la noi nu pot avea mai multe&lt;br&gt;sotii, asa cum e in Africa ?&lt;br&gt;- Esti inca mic, fiule. Cand vei creste, o sa intelegi ca intr-un stat&lt;br&gt;civilizat legea ii apara pe oameni...&lt;p&gt;O femeie grasa sta in fata oglinzii fermecate:&lt;br&gt;- Oglinda-oglinjoara, cine-i cea mai frumoasa din tara ?&lt;br&gt;La care oglinda:&lt;br&gt;- Daca vrei sa-ti spun da-te la o parte, ca nu vad nimic !&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dupa un accident rutier, victima, un barbat, se trezeste puternic&lt;br&gt;ametit si intreaba buimac:&lt;br&gt;- Unde sunt? Doar n-am ajuns in Rai?&lt;br&gt;- Nu, dragul meu, doar sunt aici langa tine, ii raspunde linistita&lt;br&gt;nevasta-sa...&lt;p&gt;Politia rutiera, la locul accidentului, explica intr-un interviu TV&lt;br&gt;despre importanta purtarii centurii de siguranta:&lt;br&gt;- Uitati-va la acest om care nu a purtat centura: capul rupt,&lt;br&gt;intestinele pe parbriz, ochii in pom, fara maini. In schimb, uitati-va&lt;br&gt;si la cel care a purtat centura: parca-i viu!&lt;p&gt; Un calator ajunge la hanul &amp;quot;Gheorghe si Balaurul&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;Bate la usa , aceasta se intredeschide si o figura feminina intreaba:&lt;br&gt;- Ce vrei?&lt;br&gt;- As dori sa innoptez la han si daca ati avea si o farfurie cu mancare...&lt;br&gt;- N-avem! Si i se tranteste usa in nas.&lt;br&gt;Omul bate din nou la usa , si cand se intredeschide aceeasi figura&lt;br&gt;feminina intreaba:&lt;br&gt;- Si-acum ce mai vrei?&lt;br&gt;- N-as putea sa vorbesc si cu Gheorghe...?&lt;p&gt;Pe o strada, o tiganca batrana vindea seminte cu 0,5 lei cornetul.&lt;br&gt;Un tanar care trecea in fiecare zi pe acolo ii lasa cei 0,5 lei,&lt;br&gt;dar nu-si lua niciodata cornetul.&lt;br&gt;Intr-o dimineata, tiganca il opreste, incercand sa-i spuna ceva, dar&lt;br&gt;tanarul merge grabit mai departe, zicand din mers:&lt;br&gt;- Vrei sa ma intrebi de ce nu iau niciodata semintele?&lt;br&gt;- Nuu, nuu... vreau sa-ti spun ca s-au scumpit la 1 leu !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-6560884608458452938?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/6560884608458452938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/6560884608458452938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/09/daca-cineva-rade-razi-impreuna-cu-el.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-4263347625550052374</id><published>2011-09-28T01:01:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T01:01:39.994+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Un tip merge la doctor:&lt;br&gt;- Doctore, cred ca am o problema sexuala. Nu mi se mai scoala cu nevasta-mea.&lt;br&gt;Doctorul ii spune sa se intoarca a doua zi, cu nevasta cu tot. A doua&lt;br&gt;zi, tipul apare impreuna cu sotia iar doctorul ii spune acesteia:&lt;br&gt;- Dezbracati-va si intindeti-va pe masa!&lt;br&gt;Aceasta se conformeaza iar doctorul incepe sa-i dea tarcoale, se uita&lt;br&gt;la ea in sus si-n jos, apoi il trage deoparte pe tip.&lt;br&gt;- Sunteti in regula. Nici mie nu mi se scoala.&lt;p&gt; - De ce te-ai indragostit de mine?&lt;br&gt;- Din cauza ochilor.&lt;br&gt;- Iti plac ochii mei?&lt;br&gt;- Nu, am vederea proasta!&lt;p&gt;- Draga, de 2 ore sotul tau flirteaza cu blonda aia si tu nu zici nimic?!&lt;br&gt;- Ssst, taci din gura, ca vreau sa vad cat poate sa mai stea cu burta supta.&lt;p&gt;La maternitate, un bebelus tocmai a venit pe lume. A fost livrat cu&lt;br&gt;toate piesele la el, si arata destul de normal, nimic nu parea a fi in&lt;br&gt;neregula , cu exceptia faptului ca RADEA incontinuu. Toti&lt;br&gt;specialistii, doctorii, asistentele examinau bebelusul, in fata&lt;br&gt;parintilor topiti de ingrijorare ???? dar lui nu-i pasa, RADEA in&lt;br&gt;hohote, cu pumnii stransi, si lacrimile ii curgeau pe obraji. La un&lt;br&gt;moment dat, unul din pediatrii incearca sa ii desfaca pumnisorul&lt;br&gt;strans sa vada daca totul este in regula si ???? ce gaseste???&lt;br&gt;SURPRIZA ???? o pilula contraceptiva&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-4263347625550052374?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/4263347625550052374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/4263347625550052374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/09/un-tip-merge-la-doctor-doctore-cred-ca.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-6691854622739885517</id><published>2011-09-27T16:40:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T16:40:50.639+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu vă mai supăraţi pe francezi</title><content type='html'>Zău nu &amp;#238;nţeleg de ce se inflamează toată lumea pentru că, &amp;#238;n nu ştiu&lt;br&gt;ce emisiune care insistă că e umoristică, francezii ne-ar fi făcut&lt;br&gt;păduchioşi şi aşa mai departe. E cusută cu aţă albă, parol!  Nu&lt;br&gt;vedeţi, bre, că cineva vrea să ne strice cu francezii şi bagă z&amp;#226;zanie?&lt;br&gt;Nu e at&amp;#226;t de evident că mizeria aia nu are legătură cu Franţa şi&lt;br&gt;franţujii? Ia uitaţi-vă atenţi la imaginile alea şi o să vă daţi&lt;br&gt;seama.&lt;p&gt;- &amp;#206;n imagini toţi ăia sunt albi. Ori se ştie bine că francezii sunt&lt;br&gt;tuciurii cu părul creţ.&lt;p&gt;- Emisiunea aia a fost difuzată la o oră la care majoritatea&lt;br&gt;franţujilor sunt la moschee, implor&amp;#226;ndu-l pe Allah.&lt;p&gt;- Francezii nu au umor. Singurele glume reuşite sunt maşinile franţuzeşti.&lt;p&gt;- Nimeni &amp;#238;n Franţa nu are timp de caterincă ieftină. Acolo toată lumea&lt;br&gt;munceşte non-stop. Cei mai mulţi sapă la linia Maginot, iar cei rămaşi&lt;br&gt;lucrează la noi modele de pantofi cu toc de 38 cm pentru preşedintele&lt;br&gt;lor.&lt;p&gt;- N-ai cum să mai faci bancuri pe seama altora c&amp;#226;nd &amp;#238;l ai preşedinte&lt;br&gt;pe unul ca Sarkozy.&lt;p&gt;- Cum să te superi pe o naţie care a făcut zi naţională din ziua&lt;br&gt;evadării &amp;#238;n masă dintr-o puşcărie?   (Lejurdegloaretariv&amp;#233;).&lt;p&gt;- Teama de păduchi a franţujilor n-ar mai fi o problemă dacă femeile&lt;br&gt;lor s-ar mai epila din c&amp;#226;nd &amp;#238;n c&amp;#226;nd. Că veni vorba, la ce foloseau&lt;br&gt;beţişoarele cu care se scărpinau aristocraţii lor pe sub peruci?&lt;p&gt;- Parfumurile franţuzeşti sunt renumite &amp;#238;n lume, s-au născut dintr-o&lt;br&gt;lungă  luptă cu duhoarea. Noi folosim săpunul.&lt;p&gt;- Cu francezii te poţi &amp;#238;mprieteni foarte uşor dacă le dai o banană&lt;br&gt;şi-i laşi să se legene &amp;#238;n copaci.&lt;p&gt;- Salutul tradiţional al francezilor, salam aleikum, habibi, ne arată&lt;br&gt;că ei sunt, de fapt, un popor prietenos şi paşnic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-6691854622739885517?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/6691854622739885517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/6691854622739885517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/09/nu-va-mai-suparati-pe-francezi.html' title='Nu vă mai supăraţi pe francezi'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-1107468141164149272</id><published>2011-09-18T17:43:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T17:43:02.036+03:00</updated><title type='text'>T-shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-boRGiUz4BOY/TnYDdv6BX-I/AAAAAAAAGVY/hWSviW69nYc/s1600/image0011-782037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-boRGiUz4BOY/TnYDdv6BX-I/AAAAAAAAGVY/hWSviW69nYc/s400/image0011-782037.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653710191821152226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" &gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-1107468141164149272?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/1107468141164149272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/1107468141164149272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/09/t-shirt.html' title='T-shirt'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-boRGiUz4BOY/TnYDdv6BX-I/AAAAAAAAGVY/hWSviW69nYc/s72-c/image0011-782037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-6229381369524783137</id><published>2011-09-14T14:27:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T14:27:25.891+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ofertele de serviciu pe &amp;#238;nţelesul tuturor:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Căutăm oameni cu experienţă = Trebuie să ţii locul a trei persoane&lt;br&gt;care au plecat&lt;p&gt;- Bune abilităţi de comunicare = Şefii comunică, tu asculţi, &amp;#238;ncerci&lt;br&gt;să &amp;#238;nţelegi ce vor să spună, apoi execuţi şi te rogi să fie bine&lt;p&gt;- Se cer abilităţi de conducere = Vei avea responsabilităţile unui&lt;br&gt;şef, &amp;#238;nsă bani ioc şi respect deloc&lt;p&gt;- Rezistenţă la stres = &amp;#206;n firmă este un haos perpetuu, iar tu va&lt;br&gt;trebui să te descurci singur&lt;p&gt;- Salariu competitiv = Răm&amp;#226;nem competitivi, plătind mai puţin dec&amp;#226;t&lt;br&gt;concurenţii noştri&lt;p&gt;- Alătură-te echipei noastre dinamice = Nu avem timp să te instruim,&lt;br&gt;deci va trebui să te descurci singur&lt;p&gt;- Ţinută obişnuită = Nu te plătim prea mult ca să vii &amp;#238;mbrăcat la&lt;br&gt;patru ace; totuşi, sunt unii tipi mai &amp;#238;ndrăzneţi ce poartă cercei&lt;p&gt;- Disponibilitate pentru program prelungit = Uneori trebuie să&lt;br&gt;munceşti peste program; uneori &amp;#238;n fiecare seară şi uneori &amp;#238;n fiecare&lt;br&gt;week-end...&lt;p&gt;- Sarcini diferite = Oricine din birou &amp;#238;ţi poate cere socoteală şi &amp;#238;ţi este şef&lt;p&gt;- Trebuie să fii atent la orice amănunt = Nu avem serviciu de control&lt;br&gt;al calităţii&lt;p&gt;- Dacă &amp;#238;ţi doreşti, mai presus de orice, o carieră = Femeile care&lt;br&gt;solicită un post nu trebuie să aibă copii (şi ar fi bine pentru ele să&lt;br&gt;răm&amp;#226;nă aşa)&lt;p&gt;- Interviul va fi personal şi confidenţial sau Numai persoanele&lt;br&gt;selectate vor fi contactate = Dacă eşti bătr&amp;#226;n/ă, gras/ă şi ur&amp;#226;t/ă, ţi&lt;br&gt;se va spune că postul s-a ocupat&lt;br&gt;Fiul unei frantuzoaice intreaba pe maica-sa:&lt;br&gt;- Mama, ce este dragostea?&lt;br&gt;- Uita de acest cuvant, fiule. El a fost inventat de emigrantii din&lt;br&gt;est, ca sa nu plateasca femeile...&lt;p&gt;Sotul catre sotie:&lt;br&gt;- Ce idioata esti!&lt;br&gt;- Bine&amp;#238;nteles ca sunt idioata. Daca eram casatorita cu un preot, eram preoteasa!&lt;p&gt;Aveti mare grija de propria persoana!&lt;br&gt;Un studiu recent, condus de catre Ministerul Sanatatii, impreuna cu&lt;br&gt;Ministerul Transporturilor, arata ca 23% din accidentele de circulatie&lt;br&gt;se datoreaza consumului de alcool.&lt;br&gt;Rezulta de aici, ca restul de 77% se datoreaza unor jeguri de&lt;br&gt;indivizi, care beau doar cafea, ceaiuri, sucuri si alte porcarii de&lt;br&gt;genul asta.........&lt;br&gt;Asa ca, fiti foarte atenti la aia care nu beau alcool.&lt;br&gt;Ei cauzeaza de trei ori mai multe accidente!&lt;p&gt;- Azi noapte te-ai prefacut?&lt;br&gt;- Nu, chiar dormeam, zise ea.&lt;p&gt;Jocul de poker s-a intins pana dimineata.&lt;br&gt;- Terminati odata jocurile acestea in casa noastra! - striga sotia.&lt;br&gt;- Scumpo, o linisteste sotul, care casa !?!&lt;p&gt;Femeia are suflet bun, poate ierta barbatului orice, chiar daca el&lt;br&gt;n-are nicio vina...&lt;p&gt;Sotia se pregateste sa prajeasca un ou ochi, cind tocmai se intoarce&lt;br&gt;sotul acasa si incepe sa tipe:&lt;br&gt;-ATENTIE!!! ATENTIE!!! MAI MULT ULEI !!! AVEM NEVOIE DE MAI MULT ULEI&lt;br&gt;!!! O SA SE ARDA!!! ATENTIE!!! INTOARCE-L, INTOARCE-L, INTOARCE-L!!!&lt;br&gt;HAI!!! ATENTIE!!! AI INNEBUNIT? ULEIUL O SA SE TERMINE!!! O, DOAMNE&lt;br&gt;DUMNEZEULE, SAREA!!! NU UITA SAREA!!!&lt;br&gt;Sotia, deja enervata la culme de tipetele sotului, il intreaba:&lt;br&gt;-De ce tipi asa? Crezi ca nu sint in stare sa prajesc un ou???&lt;br&gt;Barbatul raspunde foarte calm:&lt;br&gt;-Asta ca sa-ti faci o idee de cum ma simt eu cind conduc masina si tu&lt;br&gt;stai linga mine...&lt;p&gt;Nu-i atat de dificil sa gasesti femeia visurilor tale.&lt;br&gt;Dificil e s-o ascunzi de sotie!&lt;p&gt;O blonda nu putea sa-si dea seama de ce e at&amp;#226;t de populara.&lt;br&gt;- Sa fie oare parul meu stralucitor? &amp;#238;si &amp;#238;ntreaba o prietena.&lt;br&gt;- Nu.&lt;br&gt;- Sa fie oare silueta mea atragatoare?&lt;br&gt;- Nu.&lt;br&gt;- Atunci cedez...&lt;br&gt;- Asta e!&lt;p&gt;De ce barbatii umbla cu femei cu care nu au de g&amp;#226;nd sa se &amp;#238;nsoare?&lt;br&gt;Din acelasi motiv, pentru care c&amp;#226;inii fug dupa masini pe care nu au de&lt;br&gt;g&amp;#226;nd sa le conduca.&lt;p&gt;- Te-am visat asta noapte! spune ea, sotului. Ah, ce vis minunat...&lt;br&gt;- Mi-l povestesti si mie?&lt;br&gt;- Se facea ca tu ai plecat sa lucrezi in strainatate pentru doi ani.&lt;br&gt;Imi scriai cate o scrisoare in fiecare zi. Iar barbatul care mi le&lt;br&gt;aducea era foarte chipes. Ah, cat era de dragut...&lt;p&gt;Se intalnesc doi prieteni.&lt;br&gt;- Ce mai faci? Cum te mai impaci cu nevasta ? Tot asa te cearta?&lt;br&gt;- Nu, acum nu mai beau, nu mai fumez, nu mai pierd noptile, nu mai joc carti...&lt;br&gt;- Si ? Inseamna ca nevasta ta acum este fericita!&lt;br&gt;- Da de unde! De fiecare data cand deschide gura, isi da seama ca&lt;br&gt;n-are pentru ce sa ma mai certe...&lt;p&gt;- Dragul meu, eu seman cu o femeie perfecta?&lt;br&gt;- Nu, iubire! Tu esti cu mult mai mult!&lt;br&gt;- Cu c&amp;#226;t mai mult?&lt;br&gt;- Cu vreo 50 kilograme ...&lt;p&gt;- Este clar ca cei mai prosti barbati au intotdeauna cele mai frumoase&lt;br&gt;sotii, spune sotul sotiei sale.&lt;br&gt;- Vai, draga, dar ma flatezi cu complimentele tale, i-a raspuns zambind sotia.&lt;p&gt;Doi copii stau de vorba. Primul spune cu m&amp;#226;ndrie:&lt;br&gt;- Tatal meu e inginer. El face nave spatiale! Al tau ce face?&lt;br&gt;- Ce zice mama!&lt;p&gt;De 8 martie vine un inginer cu un buchet imens de trandafiri la director:&lt;br&gt;- Dom&amp;#39; director, sa traiti, la multi ani, pentru dv. cel mai mare&lt;br&gt;buchet de 8 martie!!!&lt;br&gt;- Baa, (cuvant urat)! Ai innebunit? Pai de 8 martie se dau flori la&lt;br&gt;femei si ... ce, am fata de femeie?&lt;br&gt;- Nu, dom&amp;#39; director, ... da&amp;#39; sunteti totusi cea mai mare curva din institutie!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Parinte, ieri noapte am facut sex cu 7 femei.&lt;br&gt;- Si nu regreti ca ai pacatuit?&lt;br&gt;- Nici vorba, eu nu sunt credincios.&lt;br&gt;- Si atunci de ce ai venit la mine?&lt;br&gt;- Pai, trebuia sa ma laud si eu cuiva, nu?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Intr-un oras din Transilvania, pe o straduta dosnica, un ungur zace&lt;br&gt;intr-o balta de sange, ciuruit de 40 de gloante, plus doua&lt;br&gt;cutzite&amp;#39;nfipte&amp;#39;n spate si un tarnacop in gat. Dupa identificarea&lt;br&gt;actelor defunctului si dupa ce studiaza atent si indelung cadavrul,&lt;br&gt;criminalistul [roman] trage concluzia:&lt;br&gt;- O asemenea sinucidere cumplita nu mi-a mai fost dat sa vad pana acuma!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Un canibal si fiul lui vad un avion.&lt;br&gt;Fiul zice:&lt;br&gt;- Tata, ala se mananca?&lt;br&gt;- Nu tot, fiule, numai miezul!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Care este diferenta dintre o femeie si un barbat?&lt;br&gt;- Femeia are nevoie de un singur barbat care sa &amp;#238;i &amp;#238;ndeplineasca toate&lt;br&gt;dorintele.&lt;br&gt;- Barbatul are nevoie de toate femeile sa &amp;#238;i &amp;#238;ndeplineasca singura dorinta ...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Cum se scapa de boala vacii nebune???&lt;br&gt;- Prin divort!!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Un tanar se intoarce acasa foarte trist, dupa ce plecase sa ceara mana&lt;br&gt;prietenei sale. Vazandu-l asa, tatal sau il intreaba:&lt;br&gt;- Ce s-a intamplat? Te-a refuzat?&lt;br&gt;- Da ... Mi-a tras si o palma !&lt;br&gt;- Cum asa?! Nu i-ai spus cum te-am invatat eu? &amp;quot;Draga mea, timpul se&lt;br&gt;opreste in loc pentru mine cand privesc in ochii tai!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;- Vai! Asta era! Am gresit formula ... I-am spus: &amp;quot;Ai o fatza de-mi sta ceasul!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Porcusorul isteric statea in livada, agatat intr-un visin.&lt;br&gt;La un moment dat vine paznicul si-l intreaba:&lt;br&gt;- Ce faci porcusorule, aici?&lt;br&gt;- Hmmm! Ce intrebare! Nu vezi ca mananc!?&lt;br&gt;- Si ce mananci?&lt;br&gt;- Cirese!&lt;br&gt;- Pai, cum cirese, ca asta e visin?&lt;br&gt;- Mi-am adus de-acasa!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Un arab cu o mitraliera si ceva grenade era alergat de un tanc israelian.&lt;br&gt;Arabul se opreste o clipa, trage cu o mitraliera in tanc, tancul nu&lt;br&gt;pateste nimic, arabul alearga, tancul dupa el.&lt;br&gt;Se mai opreste o data arabul, trage cartusele din mitraliera, tancul&lt;br&gt;nimic, arabul arunca mitraliera, continua sa alerge, tancul dupa el.&lt;br&gt;Se mai opreste arabul, arunca o grenada , tancul nu are nimic, arabul&lt;br&gt;alearga, tancul dupa el ... Arabul arunca ultima grenada , tancul dupa&lt;br&gt;el.&lt;br&gt;Arabul nu mai are munitie, se lasa in genunchi si asteapta.&lt;br&gt;Tancul opreste linga arab, se deschide turela si evreul intreaba:&lt;br&gt;- Auzi, arabule, cumperi niste munitie?&lt;br&gt;--&lt;br&gt;__________________________&lt;p&gt;Doua adolescente la dus:&lt;br&gt;Stii, pe &amp;#39;&amp;#39;maimutica&amp;#39;&amp;#39; mea deja creste parul!&lt;br&gt;A mea deja....mananca banane!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Un politist da tarcoale unui bar, unde se cam consuma mult alcool, in&lt;br&gt;scopul de a prinde cativa soferi piliti. Un client al barului iese, se&lt;br&gt;impiedica si incepe sa isi caute cheile cam vreo cinci minute. Dupa ce&lt;br&gt;le-a gasit, se taraste si le incearca la vreo patru, cinci masini pana&lt;br&gt;ce o gaseste pe a lui. Pana ce a ajuns in masina toti ceilalti s-au&lt;br&gt;carat. Politistul il&lt;br&gt;asteapta bucuros sa iasa in strada. Evident il opreste pe sofer, ii&lt;br&gt;pune fiola si stupoare 0,00 alcool.Politistul complet buimac. Soferul&lt;br&gt;in schimb ii spune:&lt;br&gt;- Teapaaaa.....in seara asta eu am fost momeala...&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Un moşulică se-nsoară cu o puştoaică. Ea, după noaptea nunţii: - A&lt;br&gt;fost minunat! Se face des treaba asta? - Da, copila mea. Unii&lt;br&gt;depravaţi o fac chiar şi de două ori pe an.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tehnologia este dominată de două feluri de oameni:&lt;br&gt;cei care &amp;#238;nţeleg ceea ce nu conduc şi cei care conduc ceea ce nu &amp;#238;nţeleg.&lt;p&gt;- Ce faci, Bulă?&lt;br&gt;- Ba da!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Stewardesa către un călător:&lt;br&gt;- Doriţi cina?&lt;br&gt;- Ce pot să aleg?&lt;br&gt;- Da sau nu.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;- De ce nu-l schimba Piturca pe Banel?&lt;br&gt;- Pentru ca nu-l prinde.&lt;p&gt;- De ce l-au pus astia pe Banel sa alerge in halul ala?&lt;br&gt;- Pentru ca trebuie sa-i faca revizia la 20.000 de kilometri.&lt;p&gt;- De ce terenul de joc e marcat cu un chenar alb?&lt;br&gt;- Pentru ca altfel Banel ar fugi si prin tribuna.&lt;p&gt;- Cine din lot va ajunge primul in tara?&lt;br&gt;- Banel, ca vine pe jos.&lt;p&gt;- De ce nu a optat Banel pentru atletism?&lt;br&gt;- Pentru ca in atletism nu poti sa dai autogol.&lt;p&gt;- De ce furnica nu poate fi mulsa?&lt;br&gt;- Pentru ca nu-i incape caldarea intre picioare...&lt;p&gt;- De ce nu sunt manele in Elvetia?&lt;br&gt;- Pentru ca e tara neutra si nu are dusmani...&lt;p&gt;In dragoste, ca la librarie : alegi uitandu-te la coperta...&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Noaptea tarziu. Soţul beat vine acasă, faţa plina de ruj si fond de&lt;br&gt;ten... In prag soţia furioasa.&lt;br&gt;- Dragă, n-o sa ma crezi! M-am batut cu un clovn!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;O familie tanara traia intr-o garsoniera. &amp;#206;nainte de a face sex, soţul&lt;br&gt;a decis să verifice dacă fiul său doarme:&lt;br&gt;- Fiule, adu-mi te rog un pahar cu apa ...&lt;br&gt;Liniste ...&lt;br&gt;Soţia spune:&lt;br&gt;- A adormit.&lt;br&gt;După sex stateau intinsi in pat şi se mangaiau.&lt;br&gt;Deodata se aude vocea pustiului din &amp;#238;ntuneric:&lt;br&gt;- ... Şi cat mai stau aici cu paharul in mana?&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Discutie intre pensionari:&lt;br&gt;- Azi am fost la doctor si a zis ca mai am de trait doua luni!&lt;br&gt;- Din ce, ba Vasile? Din ce?!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oamenii de stiinta britanici, in urma cercetarilor privind efectele&lt;br&gt;alcoolului asupra organismului uman,&lt;br&gt;au stabilit urmatoarele:&lt;br&gt;Vodka + gheata = afecteaza rinichii&lt;br&gt;Rom + gheata = afecteaza ficatul&lt;br&gt;Whisky + gheata = afecteaza inima&lt;br&gt;Gin + gheata = afecteaza creierul&lt;br&gt;Cine ar fi crezut ca nenorocita aia de gheata poate afecta in asemenea&lt;br&gt;hal organismul ?!?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pe o banca, in parc, un copil manca intr-o disperare dintr-o cutie de&lt;br&gt;bomboane. O batrana il vede si ii spune:&lt;br&gt;- Nu trebuie sa mananci atatea bomboane, te poti imblonavi!&lt;br&gt;- Dar dumneavoastra stiti cat a trait bunicul meu? 105 ani!&lt;br&gt;- Si manca atat de multe bomboane?&lt;br&gt;- Nu, DAR ISI VEDEA DE TREABA LUI!!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doi medici psihiatri coboara scarile.&lt;br&gt;Unul se impiedica, cade si isi rupe piciorul.&lt;br&gt;Celalalt se repede la el si il intreba:&lt;br&gt;- Vrei sa discutam despre asta?&lt;p&gt;Care este inconvenientul absolut? Daca prostia se asociaza cu vointa si cu&lt;br&gt;sirguinta.&lt;p&gt;Un jurnalist intreaba directorul unei case de nebuni, care este testul ce se&lt;br&gt;efectueaza pentru a externa un bolnav.&lt;br&gt;- Umplem cada cu apa, punem alaturi o lingura si o cana. Si ii propunem&lt;br&gt;bolnavului sa goleasca cada de apa. Jurnalistul, zambind, spune:&lt;br&gt;- Orice om normal ar folosi cana...&lt;br&gt;- Nu, spune directorul, un om normal ar scoate dopul de la cada. Doriti pat&lt;br&gt;langa geam sau langa usa?&lt;p&gt;Stii care-i diferenta intre curaj si tupeu?&lt;br&gt;Curajul inseamna sa te intorci acasa la miezul noptii, sa-ti vezi nevasta&lt;br&gt;asteptandu-te cu un maturoi in mana si sa o intrebi:&lt;br&gt;- Inca mai faci curat, sau tocmai te pregateai sa decolezi?&lt;br&gt;Tupeul inseamna sa te intorci acasa la miezul noptii, invaluit intr-un nor&lt;br&gt;de parfum, cu urme de ruj pe haine, sa-ti vezi nevasta asteptandu-te cu un&lt;br&gt;maturoi in mana, si sa-i spui:&lt;br&gt;- Nu te enerva, tu urmezi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-6229381369524783137?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/6229381369524783137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/6229381369524783137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/09/ofertele-de-serviciu-pe-tuturor-cautam.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-2690826383000385109</id><published>2011-09-08T19:09:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T19:09:35.374+03:00</updated><title type='text'>scrisorica a lll-a</title><content type='html'>&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Iata vine-un Jeep pe strada, cu un girofar pe el,&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Baiazid statea in dreapta si rosti catre sofer:&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;quot;Sper ca Mircea sa ajunga, sa nu-ntarzie din nou.&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Ia vezi daca-a tras masina, langa gura de metrou..&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;quot;-N-a venit Maria Ta, zise el privind in jur....&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;quot;-Si mi-a zis ca fix la 12 ne vedem langa Carrefour&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Asteptand vreo 5 minute , isi pierdu orice rabdare,&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Si trimite bodiguarzii sa se uite prin parcare&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; La un semn (curba la dreapta), se opreste un X5.&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Si din el coboara Mircea, in bermube si opinci.&lt;p&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Printre turci porni agale, si privindu-i cu nesat,&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Le-arata&amp;#160;un &amp;quot;Sony Vaio&amp;quot;, care-l tine la subrat.&lt;p&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Agitat, la el in Jeep, si-mbracat tot in civil,&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Baiazid nu mai rezista si il suna pe mobil:&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;quot;-Tu esti Mircea?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; ...&amp;quot;-Da-mparate, am uitat sa iti dau bip,&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Dar am stat mult la Rovine, era coada la Agip.&lt;p&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Nici n-am nimerit din prima, ca nu vin aici prea des,&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Si-am luat-o ... pe centura,&amp;#160; indrumat de GPS!&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Acum am parcat masina. Unde esti?, ca vin la tine...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;quot;-Sunt la mine in masina si te vad, te-ndrepti spre mine&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Si de-ndata ajunse Mircea si urca la turc in jeep.&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Si-ncepu sa ii explice ca nu vrea, cu nici un chip&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Sa isi stranga intreaga oaste la Rovine in campii,&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Si sa lupte pan&amp;#39; la moarte cu ai turcului spahii.&lt;p&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;quot;-Baiazide, sti ca-i criza, si-acum viata-i foarte grea,&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Ma gandeam ca sa ne batem,... dar la &amp;quot;Heroes&amp;quot; in retea.&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Sau in&amp;#160;loc sa cuceresti, cu armate-al meu popor,&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Nu ai vrea , daca ai wireless , sa jucam &amp;quot;conQUIZtador&amp;quot;?&lt;p&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;quot;-Cum cand turcii-mi sunt in vama , si-am venit din Istambul,&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Tu nu vrei ca sa ne batem, ca nu ti se pare &amp;quot;cool&amp;quot;?&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Eu nu-s disperat ca tine sa stau nopti intregi pe net,&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Eu traiesc in realitate, si nu e nici un secret&lt;p&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Ca am fost in multe lupte : Varna , Bilist sau Oituz...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;quot;-Pai eu sunt online tot timpul, nu puteai sa dai un &amp;quot;buzz&amp;quot;??&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;quot;-Mircea!!! Vin c-o intreaga oaste, iar tu faci misto de noi..,&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Maine sunt aici cu turcii si-ti declar de-acum razboi&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;quot;-Cum vrei tu, marite rege, eu speram sa ma-ntelegi,&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Caci de-ajungem la cutite, voi nu mai plecati intregi.&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; N-as vrea sa pun pe &amp;quot;YouTube&amp;quot;, cu-ai tai morti, videoclipuri,&lt;p&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Nici ca Dunarea sa-nnece spumegand a&amp;#160;tale jeep-uri.&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Dar, de asta ti-e dorinta, maine &amp;#160;ne vedem la lupta,&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Si-ti promit ca pleci d-aici cel putin c-o mana rupta&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Si zicand acestea Mircea, il lasa pe Baiazid.&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Si trantindu-i portiera el pleca la pas grabit.&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Cand ajunse la masina, gasi-n geam , pe-un bilet scris:&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;quot;Scuze.V-am blocat o roata, c-ati parcat pe interzis&amp;quot;...&lt;p&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Si da Mircea multe mailuri, sms-uri, mii de &amp;quot;bip&amp;quot;-uri,&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Ca sa-si stranga toti ostenii si sa ii indese-n &amp;quot;Jeep&amp;quot;-uri.&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Demarand in mare tromba, se-ndreptara spre Rovine,&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Dar aici gasira turcii, toti cu pantalonii-n vine!&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Toti vaitandu-se de moarte, ghemuiti prin&amp;#160; iarba scurta&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Rezemati de cate-un ciot, si tinandu-se de burta.&lt;p&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;quot;-Baiazid , hai sa ne batem...!! , Unde esti, de ce nu vii?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;quot;-Mi-am scos in oras ostenii, si i-am dus la &amp;#160;KFC.&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Si-am mancat cu poft-aseara, tot ce ni s-a pus pe masa......&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Raspunse-ncordat sultanul dintro tufa mai retrasa.&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;quot;-N-am stiut ca la &amp;quot;fast-food&amp;quot;-uri nu e bine sa mananci,&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Mai ales in Romania , fiindca risti sa pleci pe &amp;quot;branci&amp;quot;...&lt;p&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Nu mai vreau ca sa ne batem, iarta-ma a fost o farsa.&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Da-ne niste &amp;quot;triferment&amp;quot; si-o sa facem cale-ntoarsa&amp;quot;...&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Si asa a scapat Mircea de o lupta la Rovine.&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Deci se vede pan-la urma ca &amp;quot;fast-food&amp;quot;-ul face bine.&lt;p&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; Asta-i tot...Dar fiti voi siguri ca Istoria o sa zica:&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt; &amp;quot;Turcii l-au vazut de Mircea si-au facut pe ei de frica&amp;quot;.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-2690826383000385109?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/2690826383000385109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/2690826383000385109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/09/scrisorica-lll.html' title='scrisorica a lll-a'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-3850984542448291486</id><published>2011-09-06T20:59:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T20:59:27.902+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;gt; - Alo! Buna ziua! Sunt la radio?&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; - Da, doamna.&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; - Adica sunt in direct?&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; - Da, doamna. Doriti sa faceti o dedicatie?&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; - Si imi aud vocea si cei din supermarket-uri?&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; - Da, doamna, spuneti!&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; - Costele, mama, sa nu mai iei lapte, ca a luat tata!&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; Un barbat statea pe canapea privind un meci la televizor, cand auzi din bucatarie vocea dragastoasa a sotiei:&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; - Dragule, ce ai dori sa mananci la cina? Pui, peste, vitel sau miel?&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; - Niste pui ar fi OK, zice el din canapea.&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; - Du-te naibii de nenorocit, zice nevasta-sa. Tu sa crapi in tine ciorba de fasole de ieri.&amp;#160; Vorbeam cu motanul!&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; Doctorul :&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; - Dumneata pana acum ai&amp;#160; cam simulat, dar de data asta, constat cu bucurie ca esti bolnav pe bune !!&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; Moare bulibasha tiganilor. Inmormantare cu fast, intr-o zi de miercuri (meciuri de fotbal senzationale, in cupele europene). Preotul (mare microbist), tine slujba in curtea din fata vilei, dupa care se formeaza cortegiul spre cimitir.&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; In fata - preotul, dupa el 6 tigani purtau sicriul pe umeri si pe urma - alaiul cu rudele apropiate si restul multimii. Mai era un sfert de ora pana la inceperea meciului.&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; Preotul, in fata cortegiului, lungea cam tare pasul. Nu se oprea nici la rascruci de drumuri, dupa obicei.&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; Tiganii cu sicriul gafaiau deja cam tare si ii treceau toate apele. La un moment dat, unul dintre ei zice catre preot:&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; - Ho, dom&amp;#39; parinte, stai mai incet, mancatz&amp;#39;ash, ca doar nu l-am furat!....&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; Primul barbat care s-a insurat poate fi iertat.&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; Nu stia ce-l asteapta.&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt; Ceilalti, insa, n-au nici o scuza !!&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-3850984542448291486?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/3850984542448291486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/3850984542448291486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/09/alo-buna-ziua-sunt-la-radio-da-doamna.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-1072518675483996528</id><published>2011-09-06T20:57:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T20:57:18.148+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Glume din regimul trecut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;     &lt;div bgcolor="white" background="cid:image001.gif@01CC6C91.7E73D580" lang="EN-US" link="#993300" vlink="blue"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dR2tQfEBsss/TmZe_qdUeCI/AAAAAAAAGOY/9DH9i5OKtnc/s1600/image001-738149.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dR2tQfEBsss/TmZe_qdUeCI/AAAAAAAAGOY/9DH9i5OKtnc/s400/image001-738149.gif"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649307230404900898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-1072518675483996528?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/1072518675483996528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/1072518675483996528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/09/glume-din-regimul-trecut.html' title='Glume din regimul trecut'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dR2tQfEBsss/TmZe_qdUeCI/AAAAAAAAGOY/9DH9i5OKtnc/s72-c/image001-738149.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-1423014531261709313</id><published>2011-09-06T19:56:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T19:56:04.871+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color:#000; background-color:#fff; font-family:garamond, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;− Cum a fost intâlnirea pe nevazute? il intreaba un student pe colegul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;de camera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;−&amp;nbsp; Nasoala! Tipa a aparut într-un Rolls Royce din 1932. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;−&amp;nbsp; Pai asta-i o masina foarte scumpa. Ce e rau în asta? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;−&amp;nbsp; Ea era primul proprietar....&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;− De ce femeile prefera ginecologii batrani? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;− Pt ca acestora le tremura mâna. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Un pusti pe strada: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;−&amp;nbsp; Mamaie, matale esti curva? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;−&amp;nbsp; Obraznicule, nesimtitule, pe cine faci tu mamaie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doua blonde stau de vorba:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Cu cine te-ai mai culcat in ultimul timp?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Pai aseara cu un culturist...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Ooo!!! Si, cum e sa faci sex cu unul plin de muschi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Cum sa fie... ca si cum ar cadea peste tine un sifonier mare cu o cheie mica. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O femeie tot venea la doctor cu genunchii juliti. Dupa o vreme doctorul o intreaba: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;− De ce va tot juliti la genunchi? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;− Pentru ca fac sex in pozitia capra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;− Pai si ce, nu stiti si alta pozitie? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;− Eu as sti, da' tapul nu! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doi politisti: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;−&amp;nbsp; Dom' sergent, nu cumparati o juma' de porc? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;−&amp;nbsp; Pentru ce? Sa se rastoarne in cotet?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Un  barbat naufragiaza pe o insula pustie si ramane acolo 10 ani. Intr-o zi  o fata frumoasa inoata pana la insula intr-un costum de scafandru...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barbatul: "Buna! Sunt foarte bucuros sa te vad!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fata: "Buna! Se vede ca esti aici de mult timp. 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Fata trage fermoarul de la un buzunar al costumului si scoate o tigara pe care i-o da barbatului.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barbatul: "Oh multumesc din suflet!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fata: "Si de cand n-ai mai baut ceva?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barbatul: "De zece ani!" Fata trage fermoarul de la un buzunar mai mare si scoate o sticla de whisky pe care i-o da barbatului.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barbatul: "Oh...multumesc mult. Esti ca o zana buna!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fata (coborand fermoarul costumului): "Si ia spune-mi, de cand n-ai mai avut o partida...?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barbatul: "Oh, Doamne, sa nu-mi spui ca ai si crose de golf acolo?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In  curtea regiei de pompieri intra un baietel calare pe un carucior de  butelii pe care lipise coli rosii de hartie si o scarita pe una din  laturi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Copilul avea o casca de pompier, o secure mica din plastic legata la mijloc si tinea in mana un mic furtun de plastic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mirat, pompierul observa ca la caruciorul de butelii erau inhamati un caine si un motan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dar in vreme ce cainele era legat de lesa, motanul era legat de testicule. Pompierul ii spune atunci copilului: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-  Salutare colega, ce camion de pompieri misto ai! Dar nu ai merge mai  repede daca ai lega funia de zgarda motanului, la fel cum ai legat de  caine? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Aveti dreptate nenea, as merge mai repede dar nu as mai avea sirena! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;La divort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;El:&amp;nbsp; Tu unul ca mine nu mai gasesti! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea:&amp;nbsp; Eu unu' ca tine nu mai caut! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Un preot batran il invata pe un novice cum sa se comporte in timpul confesiunilor enoriasilor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dupa o prima spovedanie, preotul il trage deoparte pe tanar si ii spune: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;−  Te-ai descurcat destul de bine, dar ti-as sugera ca, atunci cand  asculti confesiunile fetelor tinere, sa-ti exprimi dezacordul mai  degraba prin "Vai,vai,vai" si nu prin "Uau!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Am citit ca anul trecut 4.153.237 de oameni s-au casatorit. Nu c-as fi carcotas, dar nu ar trebui sa fie un numar par? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;James Bond la Moscova:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Intra intr-un bar si se prezinta barmanului:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-I'm Bond. James Bond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barmanul raspunde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-I'm Gay. Serghey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vine Bula la scoala cu o buza umflata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Profesoara: - Ce-ai patit Bula?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Am fost cu tata la pescuit si mi s-a asezat o viespe pe buza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Vai saracul de tine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si te-a piscat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Nu, a omorit-o tata cu vasla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div style=""&gt; &lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Un indian navajo statea langa un agent de vanzari pe o banca in parc... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;intre ei se afla o punga mare de hartie... indianul fixa de ceva timp punga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div style=""&gt; &lt;div style=""&gt; &lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;de hartie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div style=""&gt; &lt;div style=""&gt; &lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Vrei sa stii ce e in punga? intreaba agentul de vanzari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indianul dadu afirmativ din cap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- E o sticla de vin, am luat-o pentru nevasta-mea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indianul tacu o vreme, apoi zise, dand afirmativ din cap de mai multe ori:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Bun schimb ai facut...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sotul se uita atent la sotia sa si-i zice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div style=""&gt; &lt;div style=""&gt; &lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Rochia ta noua este prea indrazneata. Se vede totul prin ea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Ei si? O femeie cinstita nu are nimic de ascuns... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Abia m-am abtinut sa nu-l plesnesc pe tipul ala! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;M-a facut "imbecil!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Te cunostea dinainte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-1423014531261709313?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/1423014531261709313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/1423014531261709313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/09/cum-fost-intalnirea-pe-nevazute-il.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-1623967863749236933</id><published>2011-09-02T03:35:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T03:35:42.794+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1) Un moşulică se-nsoară cu o puştoaică. Ea, după noaptea nunţii:&lt;p&gt;- A fost minunat! Se face des treaba asta?&lt;p&gt;- Da, copila mea. Unii depravaţi o fac chiar şi de două ori pe an.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) Doi bătr&amp;#238;ni pe o bancă-n parc. Zice unul:&lt;p&gt;- Mai ţii tu minte ce mai fugeam noi după fete?&lt;p&gt;- Da... Dar de ce fugeam?&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) Dupa o aventură de două luni, o t&amp;#226;nără &amp;#238;l &amp;#238;ntreabă plină de emoţie&lt;br&gt;pe iubitul ei:&lt;p&gt;- C&amp;#226;nd o să mă prezinţi rudelor tale?&lt;p&gt;- Draga mea, deocamdată e imposibil. Copiii sunt la ţară, iar&lt;br&gt;nevastă-mea e plecată &amp;#238;ntr-o delegaţie!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) - Tu &amp;#238;ţi faci rugăciunea la masă, &amp;#238;nainte de a &amp;#238;ncepe să măn&amp;#226;nci?&lt;p&gt;- Nu e nevoie. Nu găteşte nevastă-mea, ci subsemnatul.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) - Nevastă-mea vorbeşte &amp;#238;ntruna.&lt;p&gt;- Despre ce?&lt;p&gt;- Parcă-mi spune!?&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6) - Pe nevastă-mea a apucat-o, de la un timp, altă pandalie: &amp;#238;n&lt;br&gt;fiecare noapte visează că s-a măritat cu un milionar!&lt;p&gt;- Asta nu-i nimic, a mea visează ziua.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7) - Vrei să te căsătoreşti cu fata mea?&lt;p&gt;- Da, domnule, cu orice preţ.&lt;p&gt;- Bine. Să auzim prima ofertă.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8) Conciliere&amp;#160; &amp;#238;ntre socru şi ginere:&lt;p&gt;- Şi dacă n-o să vă &amp;#238;nţelegeţi?&lt;p&gt;- Nicio grijă. Eu v-am luat-o, eu v-o aduc &amp;#238;napoi!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9) Culc&amp;#226;ndu-şi copilul, mama &amp;#238;i spune:&lt;p&gt;- Puişor, dacă vei avea nevoie de ceva &amp;#238;n timpul nopţii, strig-o pe&lt;br&gt;mămica şi, imediat, tăticu&amp;#39; va fi l&amp;#226;ngă tine.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10) - &amp;#206;n sf&amp;#226;rşit, am reuşit să-l fac pe bărbatul meu să nu-şi mai&lt;br&gt;roadă unghiile.&lt;p&gt;- Cum?&lt;p&gt;- I-am ascuns proteza.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11) - Ce mai face bărbatul tău?&lt;p&gt;- Ce-i spun eu.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12) Nava s-a dus la fund. &amp;#206;mpreună cu alţi c&amp;#238;ţiva pasageri, o femeie&lt;br&gt;se salvează pe o mică insulă părăsită. După c&amp;#226;tva timp, apare şi soţul&lt;br&gt;din valuri, abia mai ţin&amp;#238;ndu-se de o bucată de grindă. Terminat, se&lt;br&gt;prăbuşeşte l&amp;#226;ngă ea pe nisip.&lt;p&gt;- Am ajuns şi eu, draga mea, murmură el cu o voce epuizată.&lt;p&gt;- Văd c-ai ajuns. Dar sunt curioasă unde ai fost p&amp;#226;nă acum!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14) Soţul se precipită &amp;#238;n dormitor:&lt;p&gt;- Iubito, repede afară de aici, casa arde!&lt;p&gt;Se aude imediat o voce din şifonier:&lt;p&gt;- Salvaţi mobila!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15) Un tip intră &amp;#238;n mare viteză &amp;#238;n frizerie şi &amp;#238;ntreabă:&lt;p&gt;- C&amp;#226;ţi mai sunt &amp;#238;n faţa mea?&lt;p&gt;- 10, i se răspunde.&lt;p&gt;Pleacă şi se &amp;#238;ntoarce după o jumătate de oră:&lt;p&gt;- C&amp;#226;ţi mai aşteaptă?&lt;p&gt;- 5.&lt;p&gt;Pleacă iarăşi, se &amp;#238;ntoarce după altă jumătate de oră şi &amp;#238;ntreabă:&lt;p&gt;- C&amp;#226;ţi au mai rămas?&lt;p&gt;- &amp;#206;nchid, spune frizerul.&lt;p&gt;- Nicio problemă, mă &amp;#238;ntorc m&amp;#226;ine.&lt;p&gt;Şi iese.&lt;p&gt;- Cine-i nebunul ăsta? Ştie cineva de unde vine? &amp;#238;ntreabă frizerul.&lt;p&gt;- Da, de la nevasta dumitale...&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16) O echipă de arheologi a descoperit de ce Moise a rătăcit 40 de ani&lt;br&gt;&amp;#238;n deşert, &amp;#238;mpreună cu poporul lui Israel: pentru că era bărbat şi&lt;br&gt;bărbaţii nu &amp;#238;ntreabă niciodată care-i drumul.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17) Un bărbat &amp;#238;i spune vecinului său că se poartă cam indecent.&lt;p&gt;- De ce, măi?&lt;p&gt;- Te vede toată strada cum &amp;#238;ţi &amp;#238;mbrăţişezi nevasta &amp;#238;n fiecare seară&lt;br&gt;după ora zece. Şi nici măcar nu tragi perdeaua.&lt;p&gt;- Ei, vezi cum vorbeşte lumea? Păi eu &amp;#238;n fiecare seară, după ora zece,&lt;br&gt;sunt la club.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18) Femeile care au permis de conducere sunt de trei feluri:&lt;p&gt;1. femei care şofează;&lt;p&gt;2. femei care şoferă;&lt;p&gt;3. femei care şoferesc.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19) L&amp;#226;ngă cascada Niagara, ghidul se adresează grupului de turişti:&lt;p&gt;- Dacă doamnele vor binevoi să tacă un moment, veţi putea auzi&lt;br&gt;zgomotul căderii apelor.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20) Cineva sună la uşă, iar bărbatul deschide. Moartea &amp;#238;n faţa lui &amp;#238;i spune:&lt;p&gt;- Am venit după viaţa ta!&lt;p&gt;Bărbatul se &amp;#238;ntoarce şi-o strigă pe nevastă-sa:&lt;p&gt;- Viaţa mea! Pe tine te caută!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21) - Sunt căsătorit de 20 de ani şi mereu &amp;#238;ndrăgostit de aceaşi femeie.&lt;p&gt;- Mi se pare un lucru admirabil!&lt;p&gt;- Dar şi periculos... Daca află nevastă-mea, mă omoară!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22) Doctorul Smith &amp;#238;şi lua cina la un restaurant elegant, &amp;#238;mpreună cu&lt;br&gt;soţia, c&amp;#226;nd trece o blondă foarte arătoasă şi-i spune:&lt;p&gt;- Bună, Sammy!&lt;p&gt;Soţia, vizibil iritată:&lt;p&gt;- Cine-i asta?&lt;p&gt;- E amanta mea!&lt;p&gt;- Cum adică, ai o amantă? De c&amp;#226;nd se &amp;#238;nt&amp;#226;mplă asta?&lt;p&gt;- Cam de cinci ani.&lt;p&gt;- Cinci ani! M&amp;#226;ine sun avocatul şi dăm divorţ. Vei fi ruinat!&lt;p&gt;- Ia g&amp;#226;ndeşte-te. Dacă dai divorţ, fiecare va avea jumătate din ce&lt;br&gt;avem acum. Nu vei mai avea casa aia mare, nu vei mai avea c&amp;#226;te un&lt;br&gt;Cadillac nou &amp;#238;n fiecare an şi nu vei mai juca golf şi bridge &amp;#238;n&lt;br&gt;fiecare zi cu aşa-zisii tăi prieteni...&lt;p&gt;Tocmai atunci trece o roşcată draguţă zic&amp;#226;nd:&lt;p&gt;- Bună, Sammy!&lt;p&gt;- Asta cine mai e?&lt;p&gt;- E amanta doctorului Grant.&lt;p&gt;- Doctorul Grant are şi el o amantă?&lt;p&gt;- Da, de vreo zece ani.&lt;p&gt;- A noastră e mai frumoasă!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23) - Nu-i aşa, mamă, că tata arată foarte distins, destul de t&amp;#226;năr&lt;br&gt;&amp;#238;ncă, chiar şi cu părul cărunt?&lt;p&gt;- Da, aşa e. Şi asta datorită mie.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24) Proaspăt posesoare a permisului de conducere, soţia e la volan, cu&lt;br&gt;soţul alături, pe post de observator.&lt;p&gt;- Ce ţi-e şi cu pietonii ăştia, parcă vor să se sinucidă, mai că ţi se&lt;br&gt;bagă sub roţile maşinii!&lt;p&gt;- De ce nu &amp;#238;ncerci să cobori automobilul de pe trotuar şi să circuli&lt;br&gt;pe stradă? o &amp;#238;ntreabă soţul cu bl&amp;#238;ndeţe.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25) Un gangster celebru &amp;#238;i oferă proaspetei logodnice un superb colier&lt;br&gt;de perle. &amp;#206;nc&amp;#226;ntată, t&amp;#226;năra &amp;#238;ntreabă:&lt;p&gt;- Sunt fantastice! Ştiu că nu se face, dar sunt foarte curioasă. C&amp;#226;t&lt;br&gt;poate să coste aşa ceva.&lt;p&gt;- Păi, cu aproximaţie, &amp;#238;ntre cinci şi zece ani.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;26) - Nevastă-mea mă sărută de fiecare dată c&amp;#226;nd mă &amp;#238;ntorc acasă la o&lt;br&gt;oră mai t&amp;#226;rzie.&lt;p&gt;- Asta da, iubire!&lt;p&gt;- Aş, iubire! Se numeşte investigaţie.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;27) - &amp;#206;n fine, am reuşit să mă las de fumat. Imaginează-ţi, &amp;#238;n ultima&lt;br&gt;vreme, cum aprindeam ţigara, cum &amp;#238;ncepea să-mi curgă s&amp;#226;nge din nas!&lt;p&gt;- Nu e nevoie să-mi imaginez. Să ştii că şi nevastă-mea e o femeie&lt;br&gt;extrem de dură.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;28) - Tăticule, mă mărit!&lt;p&gt;- Cum adică, te măriţi aşa, tam-nisam? Abia &amp;#238;l cunoşti de o săptăm&amp;#226;nă!&lt;br&gt;Eşti sigură că-l iubeşti?&lt;p&gt;- Asta e treaba mea.&lt;p&gt;- Dar el te iubeşte?&lt;p&gt;- Asta e treaba lui.&lt;p&gt;- Şi din ce o să trăiţi?&lt;p&gt;- Asta e treaba ta.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;29) Toată familia a plecat &amp;#238;n excursie cu maşina. Brusc, soţia sare alarmată:&lt;p&gt;- Aoleu! &amp;#206;ntoarce-te, mergem acasă. Am uitat fierul de călcat &amp;#238;n&lt;br&gt;priză. De n-o fi izbucnit vreun incendiu!&lt;p&gt;- Nu ne &amp;#238;ntoarcem şi nu va fi niciun incendiu, spune calm capul&lt;br&gt;familiei. &amp;#206;mi amintesc precis că n-am &amp;#238;nchis robinetul de la chiuvetă.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;30) - Ia ascultă, nevastă. C&amp;#238;nd vecinul nostru şi-a luat frigider nou,&lt;br&gt;ai insistat să ne luăm şi noi unul la fel. Tot aşa, c&amp;#226;nd şi-a luat&lt;br&gt;telefon mobil. Dacă şi-a schimbat tapetul, a trebuit să-l schimb şi&lt;br&gt;eu. Acum, că s-a recăsătorit, eu cum procedez?&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;31) - Sunt cazuri c&amp;#226;nd soţul trebuie să-şi mintă soţia.&lt;p&gt;- Asta nu-i chiar at&amp;#238;t de grav. Mai rău e c&amp;#226;nd trebuie să spună adevărul!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;32) - Iubitule, prietenul tău Petrică mi-a spus că arăt extraordinar!&lt;p&gt;- Dar despre prostie n-a spus nimic?&lt;p&gt;- Nu, despre tine n-am discutat!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;33) C&amp;#226;nd cere un bărbat m&amp;#226;na unei femei?&lt;p&gt;C&amp;#226;nd s-a săturat de a lui.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;34) - Mămico, de ce poartă miresele rochii albe ?&lt;p&gt;- Fiindcă exprimă bucuria.&lt;p&gt;- Atunci, mirele de ce-i &amp;#238;mbrăcat &amp;#238;n negru?&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;35) -Mecanicul unui metrou bucurestean are parte de o zi banala pana&lt;br&gt;cand isi face intrarea in cabina un tip tuciuriu cu un pistol in mana&lt;br&gt;care comanda scurt:&lt;p&gt;- La Beirut!&lt;p&gt;Dupa ce-si revine din soc, vatmanul incearca sa-i explice agresorului:&lt;p&gt;- Domnule, asta-i metrou, nu avion, merge pe unde are sine. Doar nu&lt;br&gt;credeti in realitate ca pot sa va duc la Beirut cu metroul??&lt;p&gt;Intrusul, insa, stie una si buna:&lt;p&gt;- La Beirut!!&lt;p&gt;Vatmanul, resemnat, anunta la microfon:&lt;p&gt;- Toata lumea in vagoane, se inchid usile, urmatoarea statie: Beirut,&lt;br&gt;cu peronul pe partea dreapta.&lt;p&gt;Pe fata agresorului infloreste un zambet:&lt;p&gt;- Vezi? Avea dreptate Ceausescu: voi puteti, ma, da&amp;#39; nu vreti !!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;36) -Nivelurile Stresului&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Iei in masina o autostopista, o fata tanara si frumoasa. Brusc,&lt;br&gt;fata lesina in masina si o duci la spital. Acest lucru este stresant.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Dar la spital, medicii iti spun ca ea este insarcinata si te&lt;br&gt;felicita ca vei fi tatic. Le spui ca nu tu esti tatal, dar fata&lt;br&gt;sustine ca tu esti! Aceasta situatie devine foarte stresanta.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Asadar...ceri un test ADN sa demonstrezi ca nu tu esti tatal. La&lt;br&gt;finalul testelor, doctorul iti spune ca esti infertil si cel mai&lt;p&gt;probabil asa te-ai nascut. Esti extrem de stresat dar totusi te simti usurat.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Pe drumul spre casa te gandesti la cei 3 copii ai tai.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;37)- Care sunt avantajele daca ai trecut de 50 de ani ?&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cei care rapesc oameni nu mai sunt interesati de tine&lt;p&gt;In caz de luare de ostateci tu vei fi intre primii eliberati&lt;p&gt;Nimeni nu se asteapta de la tine ca sa alergi undeva&lt;p&gt;Daca seara esti sunat dupa ora 21h00 esti intrebat &amp;lt; Nu te-am trezit ?&amp;gt;&lt;p&gt;Oamenii nu se mai intreaba daca esti ipohondru&lt;p&gt;Nu mai exista nimic de invatat pe calea cea mai grea&lt;p&gt;Lucrurile pe care le cumperi acum nu se mai uzeaza&lt;p&gt;Poti cina si la 4h00 dupa-masa&lt;p&gt;Poti trai fara sex dar fara ochelari nu&lt;p&gt;Te angajezi in discutii serioase despre sistemul de pensii&lt;p&gt;Depasirea vitezei legale nu mai e o provocare&lt;p&gt;Nu mai incerci sa-ti sugi burta daca cineva intra in incapere&lt;p&gt;In lift canti impreuna cu difuzorul&lt;p&gt;Ochii nu ti se mai strica&lt;p&gt;Incheieturile iti prezic vremea mai corect decat Institutul National&lt;br&gt;de Meteorologie&lt;p&gt;Platile facute catre asiguratorii de sanatate in sfarsit incep sa-si&lt;br&gt;arate roadele&lt;p&gt;Secretele tale sunt in siguranta la prieteni deoarece nici ei nu-si&lt;br&gt;mai aduc aminte de ele&lt;p&gt;Nu-ti mai aduci aminte cine ti-a trimis mail-ul acesta&lt;p&gt;Ti se pare reconfortant ca literele din acest mail sunt destul de mari&lt;p&gt;Te rog sa transmiti aceasta lista la toate persoanele de care iti mai&lt;br&gt;aduci aminte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-1623967863749236933?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/1623967863749236933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/1623967863749236933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/09/1-un-mosulica-se-nsoara-cu-o-pustoaica.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-6393450259456293063</id><published>2011-08-30T20:52:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T20:52:01.800+03:00</updated><title type='text'>academic</title><content type='html'>O bunicuta se prezinta la examenul de admitere la facultate. Ia toate&lt;br&gt;examenele cu brio si intra.&lt;p&gt;Totusi, examinatorii, curiosi, o intreaba, la ce ii mai trebuie scoala&lt;br&gt;la varsta asta, ca doar e pensionara...&lt;p&gt;- Ah, nicidecum pentru cariera.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Barbatul meu, deunazi se &amp;#160;falea prin birt si spunea, ca de aniversarea&lt;br&gt;lui de 70 de ani,&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;isi doreste sa f.... o studenta... Na, iaca ii fac si eu un cadou...&lt;p&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-6393450259456293063?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/6393450259456293063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/6393450259456293063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/08/academic.html' title='academic'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-3331557980146890128</id><published>2011-08-30T20:45:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T20:45:05.858+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank goodness for Italians...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin-bottom:9.0pt"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:#004140"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;discussing who had the superior culture.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Over triple lattes the Greek guy says, &amp;quot;Well, we have the Parthenon&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;color:black"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;color:black"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;img width="792" height="462" src="cid:2.723550112@web125719.mail.ne1.yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin-bottom:9.0pt"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Arching his eyebrows, the Italian replies, &amp;quot;We have the Coliseum&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;color:black"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin-bottom:9.0pt"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;color:black"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;color:black"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;img width="450" height="315" src="cid:3.723550112@web125719.mail.ne1.yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin-bottom:9.0pt;min-height:14.0px"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;color:#086414"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin-bottom:9.0pt"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;The Greek retorts, &amp;quot;We Greeks gave birth to advanced mathematics&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;color:black"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;color:black"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;img width="379" height="410" src="cid:4.723550112@web125719.mail.ne1.yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin-bottom:9.0pt"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;The Italian, nodding agreement, says, &amp;quot;But we built the Roman Empire.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;color:black"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;color:black"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;img width="500" height="333" src="cid:5.723550112@web125719.mail.ne1.yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin-bottom:9.0pt;min-height:14.0px"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;color:#086414"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin-bottom:9.0pt"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;And so on and so on until the Greek comes up with what he thinks will end the discussion.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;With a flourish of finality he says, &amp;quot;We invented sex!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;The Italian replies, &amp;quot;That is true, but it was the Italians who introduced it to women.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;color:black"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin-bottom:9.0pt"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;color:black"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin-bottom:9.0pt"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin-bottom:9.0pt"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;color:black"&gt;VERY FUNNY   - non political!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;color:black"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin-bottom:9.0pt"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;color:black"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;color:black"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;img width="240" height="293" src="cid:6.723550112@web125719.mail.ne1.yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt;background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt;background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-3331557980146890128?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/3331557980146890128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/3331557980146890128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/08/thank-goodness-for-italians.html' title='Thank goodness for Italians...........'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-4199306006574556872</id><published>2011-08-30T20:40:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T20:40:28.688+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Diferenta dintre BUN, RAU si FATAL</title><content type='html'>BUN: Te hotaresti sa nu mai faci copii.&lt;br&gt;RAU: Nu-ti gasesti pilulele anticonceptionale.&lt;br&gt;FATAL: Sunt la fiica ta in poseta.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;BUN: Fiul tau tot timpul isi face lectiile in camera lui.&lt;br&gt;RAU: Gasesti o gramada de casete porno in camera lui.&lt;br&gt;FATAL: Tu esti protagonistul.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;BUN: Sotul tau se pricepe la moda de dama.&lt;br&gt;RAU: Se imbraca in hainele tale.&lt;br&gt;FATAL: Lui ii stau mai bine.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;BUN: Fiul tau s-a maturizat.&lt;br&gt;RAU: Se reguleaza cu vecina.&lt;br&gt;FATAL: Si tu.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;BUN: Dai lectii de sexologie fiicei tale.&lt;br&gt;RAU: Tot timpul te intrerupe.&lt;br&gt;FATAL: Si te corecteaza.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;BUN: Sotia ta nu vorbeste cu tine.&lt;br&gt;RAU: Vrea sa divorteze.&lt;br&gt;FATAL: E avocat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-4199306006574556872?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/4199306006574556872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/4199306006574556872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/08/diferenta-dintre-bun-rau-si-fatal.html' title='Diferenta dintre BUN, RAU si FATAL'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-3203236329299179953</id><published>2011-08-19T01:22:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T01:22:38.654+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O tanara statea pe o banca in parc, cand un individ ce parea boschetar&lt;br&gt;se aseaza langa ea si o intreaba:&lt;p&gt;- Domnisoara, vreti sa va culcati cu mine?!&lt;p&gt;– Nu!&lt;p&gt;– Atunci, va rog sa plecati din patul meu!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------&lt;p&gt;Patru batrani s-au dus la un club sa joace golf. Dupa cateva minute,&lt;br&gt;unul dintre ei zice:&lt;p&gt;- Da, se pare ca odata cu trecerea anilor aceste dealuri au devenit&lt;br&gt;mai abrupte si mai mari&lt;p&gt;- Dar si distanta de la o gaura la alta este tot mai mare si mai&lt;br&gt;mare... - zice al doilea&lt;p&gt;- Ca sa nu mai spun ca si crosele au devenit mai grele... - vorbi si al treilea&lt;p&gt;- Da` nu va mai tanguiti atata, spuneti multumesc ca macar va aflati&lt;br&gt;pe partea corecta a ierbii! - spuse al patrulea batran...&lt;p&gt;------------------------&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sotul si sotia stau in fata televizorului si se uita la `Animal&lt;br&gt;Planet`. Redactorul emisiunii:&lt;p&gt;- Acum vedeti o pereche superba de elefanti. La elefanti actul sexual&lt;br&gt;dureaza aproximativ 2 ore.&lt;p&gt;Sotia sare la sot:&lt;p&gt;- Ai auzit !!!&lt;p&gt;Redactorul:&lt;p&gt;- Acum vedeti o pereche de hipopotami. La hipopotami actul sexual&lt;br&gt;dureaza aproximativ o ora si jumatate.&lt;p&gt;Sotia:&lt;p&gt;- Ai auzit? Asa mai inteleg si eu!&lt;p&gt;Redactorul:&lt;p&gt;- Acum avem in cadru o pereche de reni nordici. La reni, datorita&lt;br&gt;climei reci, actul sexual dureaza maxim 30 secunde.&lt;p&gt;Sotul catre sotie:&lt;p&gt;Ai auzit!! Acum ce mai zici?&lt;p&gt;Sotia:&lt;p&gt;- Prostule! Uite-te la el ce COARNE are ! ! !&lt;p&gt;--------------------------&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trei prieteni stand de vorba la o bere. Unul din ei se confeseaza:&lt;p&gt;- Cred ca nevasta-mea are o aventura cu electricianul.&lt;p&gt;- Cum asa?&lt;p&gt;- Ieri, cand m-am uitat intamplator sub pat am vazut o surubelnita si&lt;br&gt;stiu sigur ca nu am in casa asa ceva.&lt;p&gt;- Acum, ca mi-ai spus, cred ca si nevasta-mea are o aventura cu&lt;br&gt;instalatorul. Zilele trecute am gasit sub pat o cheie franceza, ori eu&lt;br&gt;nu am in casa asa ceva.&lt;p&gt;- Acum imi dau seama! exclama al treilea. Cred ca nevasta-mea ma&lt;br&gt;inseala cu un cal.&lt;p&gt;- Cum asa? Imposibil! se mira cei doi.&lt;p&gt;- Nu, serios. Aseara, cand m-am intors acasa, era un jocheu ascuns sub&lt;br&gt;patul nostru.&lt;p&gt;-----------------------------&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daca intr-un grup de 40 de persoane 2 se gandesc la sex si restul la&lt;br&gt;mancare, este nunta;&lt;p&gt;Daca intr-un grup de 40 de persoane toate se gandesc la mancare este parastas;&lt;p&gt;Daca intr-un grup de 40 de persoane toate se gandesc la sex, este team building!&lt;p&gt;---------------------&lt;p&gt;Culmea fidelitatii: Sa-ti rogi sotia sa faceti sex si ea sa te refuze&lt;br&gt;pe motiv ca nu vrea sa-si insele amantul.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O femeie, cand are bani, devine independenta fata de barbati. Un&lt;br&gt;barbat, cand are bani, devine dependent de femei!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Un ungur agata o prostituata in Gara de Nord si o duce la el acasa. O&lt;br&gt;dezbraca si vede ca era epilata peste tot.&lt;p&gt;- Unde e peru &amp;#39;? intreaba mirat ungurul.&lt;p&gt;- Hai sictir; la 50 de lei ora vrei sa te invat si geografie?!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- De cand ne-am casatorit n-as putea spune ca barbatul meu a facut&lt;br&gt;vreo prostie. Adevarat, iubitule?&lt;p&gt;- Adevarat. De atunci, nici una!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-3203236329299179953?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/3203236329299179953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/3203236329299179953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-tanara-statea-pe-o-banca-in-parc-cand.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-1619869542756419883</id><published>2011-07-30T23:20:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T23:20:11.652+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Un cocos vine in fiecare dimineata in cotetul celor 10 gaini.&lt;br&gt;Pe 9 dintre ele le saruta, ultimei ii smulge o pana. Si-asa zi de zi&lt;br&gt;pana cand ultima se zburleste la el si-l intreaba: pe celelalte 9 le&lt;br&gt;saruti, dar mie imi smulgi mereu o pana! De ce??Cocosul o fixeaza in&lt;br&gt;priviri si-i raspunde suav: Pe tine te vreau goala, baby...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-1619869542756419883?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/1619869542756419883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/1619869542756419883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/07/un-cocos-vine-in-fiecare-dimineata-in.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-6131203935255595821</id><published>2011-07-27T22:30:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T22:30:06.622+03:00</updated><title type='text'>De actualitate! Organizare ..BETON!</title><content type='html'>&amp;#206;ntr-una din zile, Bula &amp;#238;şi facea de lucru prin bucatarie. O clipa de&lt;br&gt;neatentie la tocat zarzavaturi şi s&amp;#226;ngele &amp;#238;ncepu sa curga. Ia repede&lt;br&gt;o c&amp;#226;rpa, &amp;#238;nfaşoara degetul şi o taie la dispensar. Intra &amp;#238;n dispensar&lt;br&gt;şi vede doua uşi : &amp;quot;Bolnavi&amp;quot; şi &amp;quot;Accidentati&amp;quot;. Ca un cetatean&lt;br&gt;disciplinat ce este, Bula intra la &amp;quot;Accidentati&amp;quot;.Acolo, ce sa vezi ?&lt;br&gt;Alte doua uşi :&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Cu s&amp;#226;ngerare&amp;quot; şi &amp;quot;Fara s&amp;#226;ngerare&amp;quot;. Aşa cum era firesc, intra la &amp;quot;Cu&lt;br&gt;s&amp;#226;ngerare&amp;quot;. Si aici, Alte doua uşi : &amp;quot;De importanta vitala&amp;quot; şi &amp;quot;Fara&lt;br&gt;importanta vitala&amp;quot;.  Deschide uşa &amp;quot;Fara importanta vitala&amp;quot; şi se&lt;br&gt;trezeste&lt;br&gt;&amp;#238;n strada ...&lt;p&gt;Pleaca nervos acasa unde familia &amp;#238;l &amp;#238;ntreaba :&lt;br&gt;- Ei, Bula, te-au tratat bine ?&lt;br&gt;- Nu s-a uitat nici dracu&amp;#39; la mine, dar organizarea e BETON !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-6131203935255595821?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/6131203935255595821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/6131203935255595821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/07/de-actualitate-organizare-beton.html' title='De actualitate! Organizare ..BETON!'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-8408432042319247580</id><published>2011-07-27T22:17:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T22:17:28.870+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div lang="EN-US" link="blue" vlink="purple"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="padding:0in 0in 0in 0in"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="DE"&gt;Dialog în pat:&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; - Dragul meu, tu mă iubeşti?&lt;br&gt; - Da&amp;#39; tu ce crezi că fac aici? Flotări?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Directorul îi spune secretarei sale:&lt;br&gt; - Claudia, ai puţin timp? Aş dori să discutăm problema măririi salariului tău...&lt;br&gt; - Şefu&amp;#39;, dar pe tema asta ne-am mai f***t de 5 ori!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; O femeie dă un anunţ la ziar:&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot; Schimb bărbat înaltă fidelitate pe bărbat înaltă frecvenţă&lt;br&gt; Urgent !&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Două prietene:&lt;br&gt; - Dragă, spune şi tu, nu e viaţa asta groaznică? Ori de cîte ori dau&lt;br&gt; şi eu de un bărbat cumsecade, descopăr că fie el e însurat, fie eu&lt;br&gt; sînt măritată.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; - Draga mea, ieri mi-ai simţit lipsa?&lt;br&gt; - De ce, n-ai dormit acasă?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; - Trezeşte-te, dragă, cred că în spatele casei e un hoţ, încearcă să&lt;br&gt; forţeze geamul de la bucătărie.&lt;br&gt; - Lasă-l în pace, poate reuşeşte să-l deschidă, eu m-am chinuit de&lt;br&gt; vreo cîteva ori şi nu am reusit......&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; - Azi am reuşit să nu întîrzii, m-a trezit ceasul deşteptător.&lt;br&gt; - Dar de unde ai vînătaia aceea pe frunte?&lt;br&gt; - De la ceas. Nu m-am ferit la timp. Ştii, nevastă-mea...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Un tată află că fiica sa este gravidă în luna a saptea .&lt;br&gt; - Tîmpito, o ceartă el, unde ţi-a fost capul ?&lt;br&gt; - Sub volan, tată !&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; - Ştii că George a procedat la un transfer? A divorţat de nemţoaica&lt;br&gt; aia de 70 de ani şi s-a căsătorit cu o americancă octogenara ......&lt;br&gt; - Păi ăsta e un transfer valutar!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; - Iubito, trebuie să-ţi spun ceva grav: sînt căsătorit!&lt;br&gt; - Vai ce m-ai speriat! Am crezut că ţi-au furat maşina!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; - Sîntem împreună de aproape cincisprezece ani. Avem şi doi copii. Nu&lt;br&gt; crezi că ar trebui să ne căsătorim?&lt;br&gt; - Poate că da, dar cine ne mai ia la vîrsta noastră?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Două actriţe mai în vîrstă stau la o şuetă:&lt;br&gt; - Cînd eram mică, era cît pe-aci să mă calce o maşină.&lt;br&gt; - Poate vrei să spui o diligenţă!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Un tip furios intră într-o farmacie şi cere condica de reclamaţii.&lt;br&gt; Farmacista, surprinsa, speriata, îl întreabă:&lt;br&gt; - Care-i problema, care-i necazul? Orice nemulţumire aveţi o să o&lt;br&gt; rezolvăm fără a scrie în condică, vă rog frumos!&lt;br&gt; După multe insistenţe şi rugăminţi, tipul nu cedează şi insistă că&lt;br&gt; vrea să scrie.&lt;br&gt; - Bine, am să vi-o dau! Şi totuşi.. ce vreţi să scrieţi?&lt;br&gt; - Ştiţi ce vreau să scriu în ea? Vreau să scriu că prezervativele&lt;br&gt; voaste sînt de proastă calitate, sînt slabe şi se rup.&lt;br&gt; La care un moş, care-şi cumpăra sirop de tuse, zice:&lt;br&gt; - Da, da, asa este , scrieţi, scrieţi că se şi-ndoaie!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Un tip îşi aştepta nevasta să vină acasă. Se face ora zece seara,&lt;br&gt; nevastă-sa nu apare. Tipul, enervat:&lt;br&gt; - Parcă văd, vine acasă şi o întreb unde a fost. Iar ea îmi răspunde&lt;br&gt; că a fost la vreun film cu o colegă... O bat de o îndoi!&lt;br&gt; Se face ora unsprezece. Nevastă-sa tot nu apăruse.&lt;br&gt; - Să vezi ce-mi povesteşte, că a fost la o aniversare cu colegii şi nu&lt;br&gt; şi-a dat seama cînd a trecut timpul... O calc în picioare!&lt;br&gt; Ora douăsprezece. Nevastă-sa tot nu venise.&lt;br&gt; - Sigur o să-mi toarne o poveste, cum că a fost la o colegă la o cafea&lt;br&gt; şi nu şi-a dat seama cum a trecut timpul... Doamne, o omor în bătaie!&lt;br&gt; Pe la ora unu, noaptea apare şi nevastă-sa.&lt;br&gt; - Unde ai fost pînă la ora asta? urlă soţul furios.&lt;br&gt; - Unde să fiu, am fost să mă f*t !!!&lt;br&gt; - Poftim, uite ce-o întreb eu şi ce-mi răspunde ea!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; La ieşirea dintr-o farmacie, un bărbat intervievează clienţii pentru un sondaj.&lt;br&gt; - Bună ziua, domnule. Reprezint laboratorul KIGLISS şi fac un sondaj&lt;br&gt; asupra multiplelor utilizări ale vaselinei. Puteţi să-mi acordaţi&lt;br&gt; cîteva minute spre a cunoaşte cum folosiţi dv. acest produs?&lt;br&gt; - De acord. Acasă folosim vaselina pentru piele uscată şi de asemenea&lt;br&gt; cînd facem dragoste.&lt;br&gt; - Apropo de ultima întrebuinţare de care aţi vorbit: puteţi să&lt;br&gt; precizaţi în ce condiţii o folosiţi?&lt;br&gt; - Sigur. O pun pe clanta uşii pentru a-i împiedica pe copii să intre în cameră!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Într-un vechi cimitir irlandez se găsesc cinci pietre de mormînt&lt;br&gt; aproape identice, pe care sînt încrustate, succesiv, următoarele&lt;br&gt; texte: &amp;quot;Aici odihneşte soţia lui Henry Banks&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Aici odihneşte cea&lt;br&gt; de-a doua soţie a lui Henry Banks&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Aici odihneşte cea de-a treia&lt;br&gt; soţie a lui Henry Banks&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Aici odihneşte a patra soţie a lui Henry&lt;br&gt; Banks. În fine, pe ce-a de-a cincea piatră, aflată mai la distanţă,&lt;br&gt; scrie:&amp;quot;Aici odihneşte, în sfîrşit, Henry Banks!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Într-un bar, un tip o agaţă pe una, se duce la ea acasă şi, după ce o&lt;br&gt; f*** sălbatic toată noaptea, mai spre dimineaţă se ridică din pat şi&lt;br&gt; începe să se uite prin cameră. Deodată vede pe o masuţă fotografia&lt;br&gt; unui bărbat şi întreabă:&lt;br&gt; - Cine e ăsta, soţul tău?&lt;br&gt; - Vai, dragă, stai liniştit!&lt;br&gt; - Atunci e fratele tău?&lt;br&gt; - Nu, sînt singură la părinţi.&lt;br&gt; - Hai că m-ai făcut curios,parca l-am mai vazut - spune-mi cine e?&lt;br&gt; - Sînt eu, cu doua zile înainte de operaţie&lt;br&gt; -------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-8408432042319247580?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/8408432042319247580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/8408432042319247580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/07/dialog-in-pat-dragul-meu-tu-ma-iubesti.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-8896979700898048846</id><published>2011-07-27T19:15:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T19:15:00.926+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O soparla si un urs koala stateau intr-un copac si fumau marijuana.&lt;br&gt;Soparlei i se face sete, coboara din copac si se duce la rau sa bea&lt;br&gt;apa. La rau, crocodilul vede soparla cam confuza si-i zice:&lt;br&gt;- Ce-i cu tine soparlo, ce esti asa de ametita?&lt;br&gt;- Eeeee, io si koala fumam marijuana in copac.&lt;br&gt;Crocodilul se duce la copac si urca sa-l certe pe koala; ajunge la&lt;br&gt;koala, iar asta, uimit, se uita la crocodil si-i zice:&lt;br&gt;- Cata apa ai baut, faaaaaa????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-8896979700898048846?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/8896979700898048846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/8896979700898048846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-soparla-si-un-urs-koala-stateau-intr.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-9210268249180510836</id><published>2011-07-26T15:34:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T15:34:52.721+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two little kids are in a hospital, lying on stretchers next to each other &lt;br&gt;outside the operating room, the first surgeries of the day. The first &lt;br&gt;kid leans over and asks, &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;What are you in here for?&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;The second kid says, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m getting my tonsils out, and I&amp;#39;m afraid.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;The first kid says, &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;You&amp;#39;ve got nothing to worry about. &lt;br&gt;I had that done when I was four. &lt;br&gt;They put you to sleep, and when you wake up they give you lots of Jell-O and ice cream. &lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s a breeze.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;The second kid then asks, &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;What are you here for?&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;The first kid says, &amp;quot;Circumcision.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Whoa!&amp;quot; the second kid replies, &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Good luck, buddy. &lt;br&gt;I had that done when I was born. Couldn&amp;#39;t walk for a year.&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-9210268249180510836?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/9210268249180510836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/9210268249180510836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/07/two-little-kids-are-in-hospital-lying.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-1978323527691153065</id><published>2011-07-24T06:10:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T06:10:08.086+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bula, absolvent cu bacul luat, rupe America!</title><content type='html'>Bula la Las Vegas&lt;p&gt;Intr-o zi de 7, marti, vara, intra Bula in cel mai luxos Casino din Las Vegas.&lt;br&gt;Se aseza la ruleta si mizeaza 20.000$ pe numarul 22.&lt;br&gt;- Crupier, toti pe numarul 22.&lt;br&gt;- Are you sure, Sir?..&lt;br&gt;...- Da ma, suiera-i pe toti pe tuentitu!...&lt;br&gt;Se invarte ruleta, face poc bila, si...se asaza pe...22.&lt;br&gt;Lua Bula o gramada de jetoane.&lt;br&gt;- Crupier, pune-le pe toate pe 22!&lt;br&gt;- Sir ! Are you sure?...&lt;br&gt;- Da! Pe toti!&lt;br&gt;Se invarte ruleta, face poc bila, si...se asaza pe 22.&lt;br&gt;Uimire, panica, admiratie...Soc!!! Lua Bula o gramada de jetoane, un&lt;br&gt;munte de bani.&lt;br&gt;- Crupier, pune-le pe toate pe 22!&lt;br&gt;- Sir ! R U SURE????&lt;br&gt;- Suraie-le ma blegule, nambar tuentitu ai sed!...&lt;br&gt;Se invarte ruleta, face poc bila si....se asaza pe ...22.&lt;br&gt;Stare de alerta in Cazino, apare ingrijorat proprietarul Casinoului.&lt;br&gt;- Bula Sir, mai jucati?&lt;br&gt;- Nu ma Boule, ma opresc!&lt;br&gt;Propietarul cazinoului il intreaba uimit peste masura:&lt;br&gt;- Sir, cum se poate sa mizezi de trei ori pe 22 si sa iasa de trei ori 22?&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s impossible..it&amp;#39;s..It&amp;#39;s...&lt;br&gt;- It&amp;#39;s mata on ice! Tell me! Azi e 7 August?&lt;br&gt;- Yes.&lt;br&gt;- Ei bine, am sosit la Casino cu autobuzul 7?&lt;br&gt;- Yes.&lt;br&gt;- Iar baiatul meu implineste azi 7 ani!&lt;br&gt;- ??? I don&amp;#39;t get it, Sir!&lt;br&gt;- Cum, ma boule, u don&amp;#39;t get it?&amp;#160;Cat face 7x3? Cat? Cat?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-1978323527691153065?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/1978323527691153065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/1978323527691153065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/07/bula-absolvent-cu-bacul-luat-rupe.html' title='Bula, absolvent cu bacul luat, rupe America!'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-7626186643722842985</id><published>2011-07-24T06:08:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T06:08:21.873+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;#160;O femeie suna disperata la medicul veterinar:&lt;br&gt;-Domnule doctor, pisica mea a baut circa 50 ml de benzina. Apoi s-a&lt;br&gt;invartit ca nebuna prin casa vreo trei ore si acum sta pe canapea si&lt;br&gt;nu se mai misca deloc. Ce credeti ca s-a intamplat?&lt;br&gt;Sta medicul si se gandeste apoi raspunde calm:&lt;br&gt;- o fi ramas fara benzina ?…&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;- De ce nu au voie ardelenii să spună bancuri dec&amp;#226;t p&amp;#226;nă joia?&lt;br&gt;- S-ar putea ca duminica la slujbă să-i apuce rasul.&lt;p&gt;La poliţie:‎&lt;br&gt;– Săptăm&amp;#226;na trecută, v-am semnalat ‎dispariţia soţiei mele. Ei bine,&lt;br&gt;puteţi ‎abandona cercetările.‎&lt;br&gt;‎– Aţi găsit-o?‎&lt;br&gt;‎– Nu. Dar &amp;#238;ntre timp am mai reflectat.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;O mamă model&lt;br&gt;Un psihiatru avea un grup de 4 mame la terapie:&lt;br&gt;- Cu toate aveţi obsesii! a observat el&lt;br&gt;Către prima mamă:&lt;br&gt;- Tu eşti obsedată de m&amp;#226;ncare! Ţi-ai botezat fiica Candy&lt;br&gt;Către a 2-a:&lt;br&gt;- Obsesia ta este a avea bani. Pe copilul tău &amp;#238;l cheamă Penny&lt;br&gt;Către a 3-a:&lt;br&gt;- Obsesia ta este alcoolul. Aceasta se manifestă &amp;#238;n numele copilului&lt;br&gt;tău, Brandy.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#206;n acest punct, mama celui de-al 4-lea copil se ridică iritată, &amp;#238;şi ia&lt;br&gt;odrasla de m&amp;#226;nă şi-i spune:&lt;br&gt;- Hai Dick, plecăm!&lt;br&gt;===&lt;br&gt;Romani vs. Unguri&lt;br&gt;Un concurs de măiestrie &amp;#238;n medicină – care medic a făcut cele mai&lt;br&gt;grele operaţii.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#206;n finală ajung doi: unul rom&amp;#226;n şi unul maghiar.&lt;br&gt;M: – Eu am pus mamei mele un ochi de sticlă şi după c&amp;#226;teva zile a&lt;br&gt;&amp;#238;nceput să vadă foarte bine cu el. (aplauze!! „Bravooo!!&amp;quot;)&lt;br&gt;R: – (sc&amp;#226;rbit, se uită la ungur şi zice) Eu am pus unui bărbat care-şi&lt;br&gt;pierduse „instrumentul&amp;quot;,&lt;br&gt;degetul mic de la picior, iar după 24 de ore a avut erecţie, a făcut&lt;br&gt;sex şi a avut şi orgasm!!&lt;br&gt;M: – Du-te mă de-aici!! Cine-a mai văzut aşa ceva??&lt;br&gt;R: – Mă-ta, cu ochiul ei de sticlă!!&lt;br&gt;===&lt;br&gt;Sweet vacation.&lt;br&gt;Patru prieteni &amp;#238;n vacanţă, la hotel, neav&amp;#226;nd prea mulţi bani, hotărăsc&lt;br&gt;să doarmă c&amp;#226;te doi &amp;#238;n cameră. Unul din ei se ştia că sforăie at&amp;#226;t de&lt;br&gt;cumplit, aşa că au convenit să doarmă &amp;#238;n cameră cu el pe r&amp;#226;nd, fiecare&lt;br&gt;c&amp;#226;te o noapte. A doua zi dimineaţa, vine primul care a avut „onoarea&amp;quot;,&lt;br&gt;cu ochii roşii, părul răvăşit, obosit mort:&lt;br&gt;- N-am putut dormi toată noaptea, am stat &amp;#238;n fotoliu şi m-am uitat la el.&lt;br&gt;A doua zi, următorul, rupt de somn şi el:&lt;br&gt;- Cum să dormi, se clatină acoperişul de la sforăitul ăstuia, am stat&lt;br&gt;toată noaptea &amp;#238;n fotoliu şi m-am uitat la el.&lt;br&gt;A treia zi, vine al treilea proaspăt, odihnit, bine dispus. Ceilalţi miraţi:&lt;br&gt;- Cum ai reuşit să te&lt;br&gt;odihneşti?!?&lt;br&gt;- Simplu. &amp;#206;nainte de a ne băga &amp;#238;n pat, l-am str&amp;#226;ns tare &amp;#238;n braţe, l-am&lt;br&gt;sărutat dulce şi i-am spus noapte bună. N-a &amp;#238;nchis un ochi toată&lt;br&gt;noaptea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-7626186643722842985?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/7626186643722842985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/7626186643722842985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/07/femeie-suna-disperata-la-medicul.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-2940860947784019976</id><published>2011-07-23T10:33:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T10:33:07.367+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;#160;La un coafor, patronul a instalat un papagal colorat la intrarea &amp;#238;n&lt;br&gt;salonul lui. De fiecare dată cand Roxie trece prin faţa salonului de&lt;br&gt;coafură, papagalul &amp;#238;i strigă: - Ei, Curvă (T&amp;#226;rfă) ! Ei, Curvă! Intr-o&lt;br&gt;zi ,săturată de pasăre, fata intră &amp;#238;n salon şi se pl&amp;#226;nge patronului.&lt;br&gt;Pentru a-l pedepsi, patronul decide să vopsească papagalul &amp;#238;n negru.&lt;br&gt;C&amp;#226;teva zile mai tarziu, Roxie trece din nou prin faţa salonului de&lt;br&gt;coafură şi papagalul rămane mut. Mirată, t&amp;#226;nara se opreste şi-i spune:&lt;br&gt;- Hei !! acum nu mai spui nimic ?? nu mai faci pe şmecherul ?!&lt;br&gt;Papagalul &amp;#238;i răspunde cu calm: - C&amp;#226;nd sunt &amp;#238;n smoking, nu vorbesc cu&lt;br&gt;curvele !!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-2940860947784019976?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/2940860947784019976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/2940860947784019976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/07/un-coafor-patronul-instalat-un-papagal.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-743891136657304108</id><published>2011-07-23T10:30:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T10:30:13.784+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am fost ieri dimineata la restaurant si dintr-odata am realizat cu&lt;br&gt;disperare nevoia de a elimina niste gaze.&lt;br&gt;Muzica era foarte tare, asa ca am potrivit gazele cu ritmul muzicii.&lt;br&gt;Dupa cateva melodii, am inceput sa ma simt mai bine. Mi-am terminat&lt;br&gt;cafeaua, si am observat ca toata lumea se uita la mine...&lt;br&gt;Apoi mi-am amintit brusc ca ascultam muzica la iPod...&lt;br&gt; ===================================================&lt;br&gt;Se &amp;#238;nt&amp;#226;lnesc doi olteni &amp;#238;n Băileşti. Unul dintre ei c&amp;#226;ştigase un pr em&lt;br&gt;iu care consta &amp;#238;ntr-un safari &amp;#238;n Africa . Ălălaltu&amp;#39;, curios din fire,&lt;br&gt;vroia să ştie ce făcuse ăsta acolo şi-l &amp;#238;ntreabă:&lt;br&gt;-Cum fu , vere, acolo ?&lt;br&gt;- Foarte frumos. Vegetaţie luxuriantă, animale feroce, căldură mare.&lt;br&gt;- Ce animale văzuşi pe-acolo?&lt;br&gt;- Văzui din alea care nu prea sunt pe la noi.&lt;br&gt;- Adică?&lt;br&gt;- Ete, văzui zebre.&lt;br&gt;- Zebre?&lt;br&gt;- Da, un animal, cum să-ţi spun eu, măgarul lu&amp;#39; nea Vasile &amp;#238;l ştii?&lt;br&gt;- Da.&lt;br&gt;- Cam ca el, da&amp;#39; un pic mai gras şi cu nişte dungi alb-negre pe el.&lt;br&gt;- Aha. Altceva?&lt;br&gt;- Văzui şi girafe.&lt;br&gt;- Girafe?&lt;br&gt;- Da, un animal, cum să-ţi spun eu, măgarul lu&amp;#39; nea Vasile &amp;#238;l ştii?&lt;br&gt;- Da.&lt;br&gt;- Cam ca el, da&amp;#39; un g&amp;#226;t mai lung şi cu nişte dungi portocaliu-negre pe el.&lt;br&gt;-Aha. Altceva?&lt;br&gt;- Văzui şi hipopotami.&lt;br&gt;- Hipopotami?&lt;br&gt;- Da, un animal, cum să-ţi spun eu, măgarul lu&amp;#39; nea Vasile &amp;#238;l ştii?&lt;br&gt;- Da.&lt;br&gt;- Nu seamănă deloc cu el.&lt;br&gt;========================================&lt;br&gt;Odata, eram cu nevasta-mea in pat si ma intrebam si eu, asa:&lt;br&gt;- O fi avut, n-o fi avut?&lt;br&gt;Pana la urma am zis sa intreb cu voce tare, nu numai in gand, dar mai&lt;br&gt;pe ocolite si i-am zis:&lt;br&gt;- Auzi, cum se face ca nu stiu niciodata cand ai orgasm?&lt;br&gt;- Pai n-are rost sa te tot sun la serviciu si sa te deranjez pentru&lt;br&gt;atata lucru ...&lt;br&gt;================================&lt;br&gt;Doi naufragiati intr-o barca in mijlocul oceanului.&lt;br&gt;Dupa cateva zile, gasesc plutind lampa lui Aladin.&lt;br&gt;Iese duhul si zice:&lt;br&gt;- Ba, baieti, io nu mai am putere decat pentru o dorinta ...&lt;br&gt;Unul din naufragiati, insetat, zice:&lt;br&gt;...- Transforma oceanul in bere rece!&lt;br&gt;Duhul se conformeaza.&lt;br&gt;Celalalt naufragiat zice:&lt;br&gt;- Boule! Acum trebuie sa ne pisam in barca ...&lt;br&gt;=================================================&lt;p&gt;Nevasta e ca mat em atica, pur şi simplu nu poate fi contrazisă.&lt;br&gt;==========================================&lt;br&gt; Vine Ion &amp;#238;ntr-un suflet la Gheorghe:&lt;br&gt;- Repede, Gheorghe, că l-o tăiat pe Vas&amp;#238;le &amp;#238;n spatele morii.&lt;br&gt;- Stai, Ioane, că sun acuşica la Poliţie de pe mobilu&amp;#39; meu.&lt;br&gt;- Ce-ai, mă, te-ai ţăcănit? Dă-mi nişte ziare, ceva, că n-are cu ce să&lt;br&gt;se şteargă!&lt;br&gt;========================================&lt;br&gt;Doi betivi facuti varza zac pe zapada. Deodata, se apropie un&lt;br&gt;Saint-Bernar urias, cu un butoias de rom la gat.&lt;br&gt;Ia uita-te, vine cel mai bun prieten al omului ! - zice unul.&lt;br&gt;Da, si ia uite ce caine mare il aduce !!!&lt;br&gt;==========================================&lt;p&gt;Incendiu la un bordel din Bucureşti.&lt;br&gt;Reprezentanţii Electrica spun că totul a pornit de la un scurt.&lt;br&gt;==========================&lt;br&gt;Care este deosebirea &amp;#238;ntre bărbat şi f em eie?&lt;br&gt;Bărbatul aude cu o ureche, iar pe cealaltă iese totul; f em eia aude&lt;br&gt;cu ambele urechi, şi totul iese pe gură...&lt;br&gt;======================&lt;br&gt;Doi prieteni mor &amp;#238;ntr-un accident de maşină. Unul merge &amp;#238;n rai, iar&lt;br&gt;celălalt &amp;#238;n iad. &amp;#206;ntr-o zi, cel din rai se uită &amp;#238;n jos şi-l vede pe&lt;br&gt;cel din iad st&amp;#238;nd cu o cutie de bere &amp;#238;n m&amp;#238;nă şi cu o blondă pe&lt;br&gt;genunchi. Supărat, se duce la Dumnezeu: &amp;quot;Ce-i asta?! Cred că vreau să&lt;br&gt;merg &amp;#238;n iad; uite-te la prietenul meu de acolo!&amp;quot; Dumnezeu &amp;#238;i răspunde:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Uite-te mai bine: Cutia are o gaură &amp;#238;n fund şi blonda n-are&lt;br&gt;niciuna...&lt;br&gt;==========================&lt;p&gt;Barbatul vine acasa:&lt;br&gt;- Iubito, am o probl em a...&lt;br&gt;- De cate ori sa-ti spun? Acum sunt em casatoriti, nu mai vorbim la&lt;br&gt;singular, ce e al meu e si al tau.&lt;br&gt;- Bine... secretara noastra a ramas insarcinata cu noi...&lt;br&gt;=============================================&lt;p&gt;O batranica la Pescarie:&lt;br&gt;- Domnu&amp;#39;, e proaspat pestele?&lt;br&gt;- Pai, nu vedeti ca este viu, cum sa nu fie proaspat?!&lt;br&gt;- Bine, bine, maica, raspunde batrana, vie sunt si eu...&lt;br&gt;=============================&lt;br&gt;Intr-o benzinarie, o blonda se uita derutata la pompe si murmura:&lt;br&gt;- 95?.. 98?.. 95!.. 98!..&lt;br&gt;Vazand-o pierduta, un angajat al benzinariei se aproprie si o intreaba:&lt;br&gt;- Cu ce va pot ajuta?&lt;br&gt;Cu o raza de fericire in privire, blonda raspunde:&lt;br&gt;- Benzina din 2011 n-aveti?&lt;br&gt;=========================&lt;p&gt;-Mamico, mi-ai spus ca ingerasii au aripioare si pot zbura!&lt;br&gt;-Desigur scumpa mea.&lt;br&gt;-Aseara cand tu nu erai, am auzit cum tata ii spunea bonei &amp;quot;ingeras&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;Ea cand o sa zboare?&lt;br&gt;- Maine dimineata, scumpo, maine dimineata....&lt;br&gt;========================================================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-743891136657304108?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/743891136657304108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/743891136657304108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/07/am-fost-ieri-dimineata-la-restaurant-si.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-6585741078801261628</id><published>2011-07-22T19:56:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T19:56:58.848+03:00</updated><title type='text'>o blonda, o roscata si o bruneta</title><content type='html'>Stresat de responsabilitati, de campania electorala si de o casnicie&lt;br&gt;care s-a prelungit deja peste masura,&lt;p&gt;un politician cauta o curva de meserie, sa se mai relaxeze si el un pic.&lt;p&gt;Prietenii de SPP ii gasesc trei exemplare: o blonda, o roscata si o &amp;#160;bruneta.&lt;br&gt;Politicianul ii spune blondei: -&lt;br&gt;-Sunt o persoana importanta a Romaniei si Presedinte al unui mare&lt;br&gt;partid.... Cat m-ar costa sa ti-o trag?&lt;br&gt;Blonda ii raspunde:&lt;br&gt;- Sunt o blonda de lux si lucrez cu 100 Euro/ora.&lt;br&gt;Politicianul o inteaba acelasi lucru si pe roscata, care ii raspunde:&lt;br&gt;- Sunt o roscata focoasa si lucrez cu 100 Euro/ora&lt;br&gt;In fine, ajunge si la bruneta, care-i raspunde:&lt;br&gt;- Domnule, daca reusiti sa-mi ridicati fusta la nivelul preturilor&lt;br&gt;actuale, sa-mi coborati chilotii la nivelul contului meu din banca,&lt;br&gt;sa-mi prezentati o scula la fel de dura ca timpurile pe care le traim&lt;br&gt;si sculata la nivelul costurilor gigacaloriei si, mai ales, daca&lt;br&gt;puteti sa ma faceti din vorbe asa cum ii faceti pe alegatori, atunci&lt;br&gt;pe cuvant ca nu va iau niciun ban !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-6585741078801261628?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/6585741078801261628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/6585741078801261628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-blonda-o-roscata-si-o-bruneta.html' title='o blonda, o roscata si o bruneta'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-8569709117525607639</id><published>2011-07-20T04:46:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T04:46:02.749+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vara, cald. Pe malul baltii, Ion si Marin, cam afumati, dau la peste.&lt;br&gt;Un destrabalat pe schiuri, trece cu viteza tras de-o barca cu motor,&lt;br&gt;stirnind&lt;br&gt;valuri.&lt;br&gt;- Ba Marine, asta ne sperie toti pestii, fi-iar ma-sa a dracului!&lt;br&gt;- Sa dea Dumnezeu sa te ineci, fir-ai al dracului sa fii... il blesteama Ion.&lt;br&gt;Schiorul, incercind sa ia o curba mai strins, cade in apa si dispare la fund.&lt;br&gt;Ion, dupa vreo doua minute, catre Marin:&lt;br&gt;- Ba Marine, ce Dumnezeu, hai ba sa-l scoatem pe nepricopsitu&amp;#39; ala din&lt;br&gt;apa, poate mai sufla.&lt;br&gt;Sar in apa amindoi, cauta in adanc, gasesc trupul unui om, il scot la&lt;br&gt;mal si Ion incepe sa-i faca respiratie gura la gura. Dupa vreo zece&lt;br&gt;minute, se opreste si se rasteste la Marin:&lt;br&gt;- Ia mai fa-i ba si tu, ca eu am obosit, ce dracu&amp;#39;.&lt;br&gt;Marin incepe sa sufle si el in gura aluia, cu putere. Ion, dupa vreo&lt;br&gt;zece minute, uitindu-se lung:&lt;br&gt;- Ba Marine, da&amp;#39; ala pe care-l blestemaram noi nu se dadea cu schiurile?&lt;br&gt;- Ba da, ma! confirma Marin.&lt;br&gt;- Pai asta de ce are patine, ma?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-8569709117525607639?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/8569709117525607639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/8569709117525607639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/07/vara-cald.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-4127578916281180475</id><published>2011-07-20T04:45:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T04:45:16.539+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O tipa&amp;#160;isi&amp;#160;suna prietenul:&lt;br&gt;-Gata.&amp;#160;Totul s-a terminat!&lt;br&gt;-Dar de ce?&amp;#160;Noi ne iubim...&lt;br&gt;-Am auzit.&amp;#160;Stiu totul.&amp;#160;Vorbeai&amp;#160;cu&amp;#160;cineva la&amp;#160;telefon si&amp;#160;spuneai ca&amp;#160;şase&lt;br&gt;luni ai&amp;#160;avut&amp;#160;papiloma&amp;#160;biocelatum ...&amp;#160;-Cichlasoma!&amp;#160;Cichlasoma&lt;br&gt;biocellatum!&lt;br&gt;...-Şi&amp;#160;sifilitus labio.&lt;br&gt;-Labio Frenatus!&lt;br&gt;-Sam, eu&amp;#160;&amp;#238;mi&amp;#160;doresc copii! Iar de&amp;#160;boli&amp;#160;venerice&amp;#160;nu&amp;#160;am nevoie!&lt;br&gt;-Gata! In&amp;#160;prezenta&amp;#160;blondelor nu mai&amp;#160;vorbesc&amp;#160;despre&amp;#160;pesti de&amp;#160;acvariu&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Examenul&amp;#160;pentru&amp;#160;obtinerea&amp;#160; permisului de conducere.&amp;#160;Blonda&amp;#160;urca&amp;#160;&amp;#238;n maşină.&lt;br&gt;- Mulţumesc,&amp;#160;ati picat! -&amp;#160;spune examinatorul.&lt;br&gt;- Cum&amp;#160;să nu&amp;#160;trec&amp;#160;cand&amp;#160;nici nu&amp;#160;am pornit?&lt;p&gt;- Te-ai&amp;#160;asezat&amp;#160;pe&amp;#160;bancheta&amp;#160;din spate!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dumnezeu&amp;#160;a&amp;#160;creat&amp;#160;cerul&amp;#160;şi păm&amp;#226;ntul.&amp;#160;Restul a&amp;#160;fost&amp;#160;fabricat&amp;#160;&amp;#238;n&amp;#160;China&amp;#160;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soţia:&lt;br&gt;-&amp;#160;Barbatul&amp;#160;trebuie&amp;#160;să fie un pic mai&amp;#160;frumos ca maimuţa!&lt;br&gt;Soţul:&lt;br&gt;-&amp;#160;Barbatul&amp;#160;trebuie&amp;#160;să fie un pic mai&amp;#160;frumos ca&amp;#160;maimuta&amp;#160;cu care trăieşte!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- De ce in&amp;#160;Olanda&amp;#160;este&amp;#160;legalizata marijuana?&lt;p&gt;- Ai&amp;#160;văzut&amp;#160;femeile lor?&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;M-am&amp;#160;lasat de băut,&amp;#160;fumat&amp;#160;şi&amp;#160;am&amp;#160;renuntat sa ma&amp;#160;g&amp;#226;ndesc la sex.&amp;#160;Acestea&lt;br&gt;au&amp;#160;fost&amp;#160;cele mai&amp;#160;nasoale&amp;#160;douăzeci de minute&amp;#160;din&amp;#160;viata mea ...&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doi&amp;#160;ardeleni intr-un bar.&lt;br&gt;- Cum sa fac sa ma las de fumat?&lt;br&gt;- Eu&amp;#160;incerc de&amp;#160;doua luni.&lt;br&gt;- Cu&amp;#160;pastile ai incercat?&lt;br&gt;- Da, dar nu pot sa le aprind!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Cum se&amp;#160;traduce „I&amp;#160;don&amp;#39;t know&amp;quot;?&lt;p&gt;- Nu&amp;#160;știu.&lt;p&gt;- Băga-mi-aș,&amp;#160;nimeni nu&amp;#160;știe…&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O&amp;#160;blonda ii&amp;#160;spune&amp;#160;unei prietene:&lt;br&gt;-&amp;#160;Ieri&amp;#160;am&amp;#160;fost la oftalmolog.&lt;br&gt;- Si ce ti-a spus?&lt;br&gt;- Mi-a&amp;#160;spus&amp;#160;să&amp;#160;&amp;#238;nvăţ alfabetul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-4127578916281180475?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/4127578916281180475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/4127578916281180475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-tipa-prietenul-gata.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-4167021720511323015</id><published>2011-07-16T06:35:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T06:35:38.720+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Iţic il intreaba pe rabin:&lt;br&gt;- E adevarat ca in anul 2012 va fi un razboi mare si sfarsitul lumii?&lt;br&gt;- Nuuuu-i adevarat! In anul 2012 va fi o continua lupta pentru pace!&lt;p&gt;Va exista o singura tara, URSS. Capitala va fi la Washington si va&amp;#160;fi&lt;br&gt;condusa de doi chinezi: Iţic si Şloim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-4167021720511323015?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/4167021720511323015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/4167021720511323015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/07/itic-il-intreaba-pe-rabin-e-adevarat-ca.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-2183089637938171207</id><published>2011-07-13T15:34:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T15:34:13.022+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Ai luat bac-ul?&lt;br&gt;- Da.&lt;br&gt;- Cu cat?&lt;br&gt;- Cu 2000 d&lt;br&gt;- Cat ai luat la bac? - 3,72... - Tocilarule !!! e euro...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Directorul in cheama pe Gigel la el in birou si ii spune: - Gigele, am&lt;br&gt;o veste proasta si una buna: Cea proasta e ca ai picat BAC-ul... - Si&lt;br&gt;cea buna? - Cea buna este ca ai iesit sef de promotie!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cum de ai cazut la BAC? - Inca nu stiu, sunt in stare soc. - Nu ai&lt;br&gt;fost pregatit? - Ba da. Dar aveau camere.&lt;p&gt;Doi mosi se intalnesc pe strada. - Salut, Tache, ce mai faci? - Prost,&lt;br&gt;nu mai merge deloc! O folosesc numai pentru pipi! - Eeeee, eu tot o&lt;br&gt;mai folosesc! - Cum? - Stau cu nevasta in pat, sub plapuma, si o pun&lt;br&gt;sa ghiceasca pe ce parte sta. Daca ghiceste, ma duc eu la paine; daca&lt;br&gt;nu - se duce ea...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Control autobuz. Ochind o batr&amp;#226;nica suspecta, controlorul se repede&lt;br&gt;catre ea si racneste: - Biletul la control! - Ce-ai zis? - &amp;#238;ntreaba&lt;br&gt;baba duc&amp;#226;ndu-si m&amp;#226;na la ureche. - Maica, eu sunt CONTROLOR! - Aaa, pai&lt;br&gt;zii asa! Si eu sunt CONTRA LOR.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Se spune că nu toate blondele sunt proaste. Pe naiba!&lt;br&gt;Soţia mea e brunetă iar ieri s-a vopsit blondă.&lt;br&gt;... iar aseară mi-a făcut un scandal monstru că a gasit un fir de par&lt;br&gt;negru in pat...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ion a fost duminica la biserica si preotului nu i-a venit sa creada.&lt;br&gt;Nu-l vazuse &amp;#238;n viata lui pe Ion &amp;#238;n biserica. Dupa slujba, preotul l-a&lt;br&gt;prins din urma si i-a zis: -  Ioane, ma bucur ca ai venit la slujba!&lt;br&gt;Ce te-a determinat sa vii?- Trebuie sa fiu sincer parinte, acum ceva&lt;br&gt;vreme mi-am pierdut palaria si iubesc acea palarie. Stiu ca si&lt;br&gt;Gheorghe are una fix la fel si stiu ca vine la biserica &amp;#238;n fiecare&lt;br&gt;duminica. De asemenea, stiu ca trebuie sa si-o dea jos &amp;#238;n biserica si&lt;br&gt;ca o lasa &amp;#238;n cuierul de la intrare. Asa ca, urma sa plec mai devreme&lt;br&gt;si sa-i fur palaria.Preotul, mirat:&lt;br&gt;- Pai Ioane, vad ca nu i-ai furat palaria lui Gheorghe. Ce te-a facut&lt;br&gt;sa te razg&amp;#226;ndesti?!- Pai, dupa ce am auzit predica despre cele zece&lt;br&gt;porunci, m-am decis ca nu este nevoie sa-i mai fur palaria lui&lt;br&gt;Gheorghe.Cu lacrimi &amp;#238;n ochi, preotul i-a z&amp;#226;mbit lui Ion si-i zise:&lt;br&gt;- Dupa ce am vorbit despre &amp;lt;&amp;lt;Sa nu furi!&amp;gt;&amp;gt; ,te-ai decis ca preferi sa&lt;br&gt;stai fara palarie dec&amp;#226;t sa arzi &amp;#238;n iad?Ion a negat, dand usor din cap,&lt;br&gt;apoi a spus:&lt;br&gt;- Nu parinte, dupa ce ati vorbit despre &amp;lt;&amp;lt;Sa nu prea curvesti!&amp;gt;&amp;gt; mi-am&lt;br&gt;adus aminte unde mi-am lasat palaria!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Doi studenti: -Din ce traiesti? -Scriu. -Ce anume scrii? -Acasa, sa-mi&lt;br&gt;trimita bani!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Am trecut azi pe langa o fata SUPER!&lt;br&gt;... Era atat de frumoasa incat am si uitat sa ma uit la sanii ei ...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Esti fata visurilor mele! Frumoasă, spirituală, amuzantă... - Spui&lt;br&gt;toate astea, doar ca să ma culc cu tine! - Si incredibil de&lt;br&gt;inteligentă!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Fiica mea, c&amp;#226;nd ţi-am spus să vii acasă ca Cenusareasa, m-am gandit&lt;br&gt;ca vei veni la ora 24:00, şi nu ca vei veni cu un singur pantof şi&lt;br&gt;fără rochie!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;La concursul de biliard:&lt;br&gt;- Stimabile domn, nu avem nici un dubiu in privinta potentei&lt;br&gt;dumneavoastră, dar vă rugam ca următoarea partidă s-o jucati cu tacul!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;ATENŢIE! Angajati care vin la muncă un pic mai t&amp;#226;rziu sunt rugati sa&lt;br&gt;mearga pe partea dreaptă a coridorului, ca să nu se ciocneasca cu&lt;br&gt;angajatii care pleaca un pic mai devreme!&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Sa ramanem prieteni&amp;quot; ... e ca si cum maica-mea mi-ar zice ca: &amp;quot;Ti-a&lt;br&gt;murit cainele... dar poti sa-l pastrezi&amp;quot; ...&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pacaleli celebre:&lt;p&gt;Locul &amp;#238;nt&amp;#226;i a fost adjudecat, fără drept de apel, de o emisiune a BBC&lt;br&gt;din 1957 despre recolta de spaghetti din acel an a ţăranilor&lt;br&gt;elveţieni. Graţie iernii bl&amp;#226;nde şi a eliminării g&amp;#226;ndacului de&lt;br&gt;spaghetti, a spus prezentatorul, agricultorii elveţieni se laudă cu o&lt;br&gt;recoltă excepţională, ce-i drept nu chiar pe măsura celor din Italia,&lt;br&gt;cărora &amp;quot;mulţi telespectatori le-au admirat probabil plantaţiile de&lt;br&gt;spaghetti&amp;quot;. &amp;#206;n sprijinul acestor afirmaţii au fost prezentate imagini&lt;br&gt;cu fermierii culeg&amp;#226;nd macaroanele din copaci. Sute de cetăţeni au&lt;br&gt;sunat la postul respectiv &amp;#238;ntreb&amp;#226;nd cum pot să cultive spaghetti. &amp;#206;n&lt;br&gt;disperare de cauză, realizatorii le-au spus să planteze o mlădiţă&lt;br&gt;&amp;#238;ntr-o cutie de conserve şi să aştepte.&lt;p&gt;Pe locul 2 s-a clasat farsa celor de la revista &amp;quot;Sports Illustrated&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;care, &amp;#238;n 1985, relata despre un jucător de baseball, proaspăt&lt;br&gt;achiziţionat de New York Mets. Articolul afirma că respectivul poate&lt;br&gt;arunca mingea cu o viteză de 200 de kilometri pe oră, graţie unei&lt;br&gt;tehnici &amp;#238;nvăţate &amp;#238;ntr-o m&amp;#226;năstire tibetană.&lt;p&gt;Locul 3 &amp;#206;n 1962, &amp;#238;n Suedia exista un singur canal de televiziune, care&lt;br&gt;emitea &amp;#238;n alb-negru. &amp;#206;n jurnalul de ştiri din 1 aprilie a apărut un&lt;br&gt;expert al postului care i-a anunţat pe telespectatori că, graţie unei&lt;br&gt;noi tehnologii, vor putea viziona emisiunile color trăg&amp;#226;nd un ciorap&lt;br&gt;de nylon peste ecran.&lt;p&gt;Locul 4 Următorul loc &amp;#238;i revine reţelei americane de fast-food Taco&lt;br&gt;Bell care &amp;#238;n 1996, a anunţat că a achiziţionat Liberty Bell din&lt;br&gt;Philadelphia, clopotul simbol istoric al independenţei, care va fi&lt;br&gt;rebotezat Taco Liberty Bell. Lumea a fost at&amp;#226;t de scandalizată &amp;#238;nc&amp;#226;t&lt;br&gt;chestiunea s-a discutat şi la conferinţa de presă de la Casa Albă.&lt;p&gt;Locul 5 &amp;#206;n 1977, cotidianul britanic &amp;quot;The Guardian&amp;quot; şi-a băgat &amp;#238;n&lt;br&gt;ceaţă cititorii, public&amp;#226;nd un supliment pe şapte pagini dedicat&lt;br&gt;aniversării a 10 ani de independenţă a inexistentei republici San&lt;br&gt;Serriffe din Oceanul Pacific.&lt;p&gt;Locul 6 &amp;#206;n 1998, lumea ştiinţifică a fost bulversată de informaţia,&lt;br&gt;apărută &amp;#238;ntr-o revistă serioasă, cum că statul Alabama a votat&lt;br&gt;rotunjirea numărului Pi de la 3,14 la 3.&lt;p&gt;Locul 7 Celebrul lanţ de restaurante Burger King a cumpărat &amp;#238;n 1998 o&lt;br&gt;pagină &amp;#238;ntreagă de publicitate &amp;#238;n &amp;quot;USA Today&amp;quot; &amp;#238;n care relata despre&lt;br&gt;noul produs - burgerul pentru st&amp;#226;ngaci, &amp;#238;n care condimentele au fost&lt;br&gt;rotite la 180 de grade.&lt;p&gt;Locul 8 &amp;quot;Discover Magazine&amp;quot; a anunţat &amp;#238;n 1995 că respectatul biolog&lt;br&gt;Aprile Pazzo (&amp;quot;Nebun de aprilie&amp;quot; - &amp;#238;n italiană) a descoperit &amp;#238;n&lt;br&gt;Antarctica un animal care v&amp;#226;nează pinguini for&amp;#226;nd copci &amp;#238;n gheaţă,&lt;br&gt;graţie unor plăci termice de pe cap.&lt;p&gt;Locul 9 &amp;#206;n 1976 un astronom britanic a anunţat la radio că, din&lt;br&gt;pricina unui aliniament nemai&amp;#238;nt&amp;#226;lnit al planetelor, la ora 9,47&lt;br&gt;atracţia gravitaţională va fi scăzută, şi oricine va putea experimenta&lt;br&gt;o senzaţie de plutire dacă sare &amp;#238;n sus &amp;#238;n acel moment. Inutil de spus&lt;br&gt;că sute de oameni au sunat să relateze că s-au simţit incredibil.&lt;p&gt;Locul 10 &amp;#206;n 1996, a fost r&amp;#226;ndul agenţiei Itar-Tass să bulverseze&lt;br&gt;lumea, anunţ&amp;#226;nd că o fabrică X va produce grenade de m&amp;#226;nă &amp;#238;ncrustate&lt;br&gt;cu diamante, pentru ca victimele să o sf&amp;#226;rşească &amp;#238;ntre pietre&lt;br&gt;preţioase, nu &amp;#238;ntr-o baltă de s&amp;#226;nge.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#206;n 1999, ziarul Phoenix New Times dădea un anunţ umanitar pentru&lt;br&gt;săraci, cer&amp;#226;ndu-le donatorilor c&amp;#226;te un dolar pentru a-i &amp;#238;narma pe cei&lt;br&gt;fără adăpost. &amp;#206;n 1956, ediţia de luni a ziarului Irish Times a avut o&lt;br&gt;v&amp;#226;nzare record. De ce? Pe prima pagină era scris mare: La pagina 3&lt;br&gt;găsiţi numele şi adresele tuturor bărbaţilor &amp;#238;nşelaţi.&lt;br&gt;Acest mesaj si orice fisiere sau documente atasate contin informatii&lt;br&gt;confidentiale, clasificate conform regulilor interne ROMTELECOM.&lt;br&gt;Mesajul este destinat doar persoanei sau entitatii adresate si altora&lt;br&gt;autorizati sa-l primeasca. Daca dvs. nu sunteti in aceasta situatie,&lt;br&gt;prin aceasta va informam ca orice dezvaluire, copiere, distribuire sau&lt;br&gt;orice alta actiune bazata pe continutul acestor informatii este strict&lt;br&gt;interzisa si pot fi aplicate sanctiuni, potrivit legii. Daca ati&lt;br&gt;primit acest mesaj din greseala, va rugam sa ne informati imediat si&lt;br&gt;sa stergeti mesajul din sistemul dvs. De asemenea, va rugam sa tineti&lt;br&gt;cont ca transmisia nu poate fi garantata ca fiind sigura sau fara&lt;br&gt;erori. Va multumim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-2183089637938171207?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/2183089637938171207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/2183089637938171207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/07/ai-luat-bac-ul-da.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-6777548051294650805</id><published>2011-07-13T04:18:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T04:18:20.385+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ianuarie 2015 - Viitorul ne surade</title><content type='html'>Intr-una din zilele insorite ale lui Ianuarie 2015 un batran se&lt;br&gt;apropie de intrarea in Palatul Cotroceni.&lt;p&gt;Se apropie de ofiterul de garda si ii spune:&lt;br&gt;- As vrea sa intru sa vorbesc cu presedintele Basescu.&lt;br&gt;Ofiterul il priveste bland pe batran si ii spune:&lt;br&gt;- Domnule, Basescu nu mai este presedinte si deci nu mai are resedinta aici.&lt;br&gt;Batranul ii spune ca e in regula si se indeparteaza incet de intrarea in Palat.&lt;p&gt;A doua zi acelasi batran se indreapta catre intrarea in Palatul&lt;br&gt;Cotroceni si se adreseaza ofiterului de garda (acelasi din ziua&lt;br&gt;precedenta):&lt;br&gt;- As vrea sa intru sa vorbesc cu presedintele Basescu.&lt;br&gt;- Domnule, asa cum v-am spus si ieri, Basescu nu mai este presedinte&lt;br&gt;si deci nu mai are resedinta aici.&lt;br&gt;Batranul ii multumeste si pleaca incet spre locuinta sa.&lt;p&gt;A treia zi batranul se duce din nou la intrarea in Palatul Cotroceni&lt;br&gt;si se adreseaza aceluiasi ofiter:&lt;br&gt;- As vrea sa intru sa vorbesc cu presedintele Basescu.&lt;br&gt;Iritat, ofiterul se incrunta usor la batran si ii spune:&lt;br&gt;- Domnule este a treia zi consecutiva cand veniti aici si cereti sa&lt;br&gt;vorbiti cu Basescu. V-am spus deja ca Basescu nu mai este presedinte&lt;br&gt;si deci nu mai are resedinta aici. Nu intelegeti?&lt;br&gt;- Ba inteleg foarte bine, insa nu ma mai satur sa aud asta.&lt;br&gt;Ofiterul ia pozitia de drepti, il saluta respectuos (ca pe un&lt;br&gt;superior) si ii spune batranului:&lt;br&gt;- Atunci ne vedem maine, domnule!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-6777548051294650805?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/6777548051294650805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/6777548051294650805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/07/ianuarie-2015-viitorul-ne-surade.html' title='Ianuarie 2015 - Viitorul ne surade'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-8146403869016659041</id><published>2011-07-11T17:33:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T17:33:22.075+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uniforma</title><content type='html'>Un politist se intoarce mai devreme ca de obicei de la serviciul de noapte.&lt;p&gt;Sotiei nu-i mai ramane timp sa-si ascunda amantul. Cu o voce&lt;br&gt;plangatoare se adreseaza sotului:&lt;p&gt;-Te rog dragutule, nu aprinde lumina. Ma doare cumplit capul.&lt;p&gt;Sotul grijuliu se dezbraca pe intuneric. Cand vrea sa intre in pat,&lt;br&gt;sotia il roaga:&lt;p&gt;-Te rog scumpule, du-te pana la farmacie si adu-mi niste antinevralgice !&lt;p&gt;Omul se imbraca din nou pe intuneric si alearga sa aduca ce i s-a cerut.&lt;p&gt;-De ce ma privesti asa ciudat ? Il intreaba el pe farmacist, observand&lt;br&gt;privirile acestuia. Nu ma mai cunosti ?&lt;p&gt;-Cum sa nu te cunosc ? Esti politistul John Malvin, dar ma intreb de&lt;br&gt;ce un politist&lt;p&gt;alearga noaptea prin oras, in uniforma de postas........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-8146403869016659041?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/8146403869016659041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/8146403869016659041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/07/uniforma.html' title='Uniforma'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-1930674209934805416</id><published>2011-07-11T17:32:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T17:32:06.070+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sa devii drogata, alcoolica si curva e foarte simplu. E suficient sa&lt;br&gt;nu saluti o data batranele din fata blocului!&lt;p&gt;******************************************&lt;p&gt;Criza este mai nasoala decat divortul. Pierzi jumatate din bani, dar&lt;br&gt;iti pastrezi sotia.&lt;p&gt;******************************************&lt;p&gt;Adevarata fericire consta in lucrurile mici: o mica vila, un mic iaht,&lt;br&gt;o mica mostenire...&lt;p&gt;******************************************&lt;p&gt;Anunt: Pierdut telefon mobil. Gasitorul este rugat sa stearga fisierul video:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Eu si Ionel, prima data&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;******************************************&lt;p&gt;- Te-ai culcat cu nevasta-mea! Vei plati pentru asta!&lt;br&gt;- O p**a, eu de doua ori nu platesc!&lt;p&gt;******************************************&lt;p&gt;Sunt zile cand esti porumbel si zile cand esti monument.&lt;p&gt;******************************************&lt;p&gt;Sotia se duce la Politie sa-si declare sotul disparut.&lt;br&gt;- Ce mesaj sa-i transmitem in cazul in care il vom gasi?&lt;br&gt;- Spuneti-i ca mama nu mai vine la noi, s-a razgandit!&lt;p&gt;****************************************** J J J J&lt;p&gt;Khan, studiind in vest, isi suna mama la telefon:&lt;br&gt;- Mama, am SIDA!&lt;br&gt;- Atunci sa nu te mai intorci, fiule.&lt;br&gt;- De ce, mama?&lt;br&gt;- Daca te intorci, sotia ta va fi infectata. De la sotia ta se va&lt;br&gt;infecta fratele tau, de la fratele tau femeia de serviciu, de la ea&lt;br&gt;tatal tau, de la tatal tau sora mea, de la ea sotul ei, de la sotul ei&lt;br&gt;ma infectez eu, de la mine soferul meu, de la el sora ta si daca sora&lt;br&gt;ta se infectează cu SIDA, se va imbolnavi tot orasul. Asa ca, in&lt;br&gt;numele Domnului, nu te intoarce acasa!&lt;p&gt;******************************************&lt;p&gt;Fotografia sotiei din portofel imi aminteste de fiecare data ca in&lt;br&gt;locul ei ar fi fost o gramada de bani.&lt;p&gt;******************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-1930674209934805416?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/1930674209934805416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/1930674209934805416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/07/sa-devii-drogata-alcoolica-si-curva-e.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-5046028777150947997</id><published>2011-07-11T17:25:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T17:25:16.001+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La o conferinta de presa un jurnalist il intreaba pe un politician,&lt;br&gt;inscris in cursa pentru presedintie:&lt;br&gt;- Secretara dumneavoastra a declarat in public faptul ca aveti un&lt;br&gt;penis mic. Cum comentati?&lt;br&gt;- Adevarul este ca are&amp;#160; gura cam&amp;#160;mare!...&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Preotul, la botez, catre nash:&lt;br&gt;- Te lepezi de Satana?&lt;br&gt;Nashul:&lt;br&gt;- Parinte, m-as lepada, da&amp;#39; am doi copii cu ea!...&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Mama vine acasa intr-o haina noua de blana.&lt;br&gt;- Cand ti-a cumparat taticu&amp;#39; blana? - intreaba fiul&lt;br&gt;- Daca m-as fi bazat pe taica-tau, nu te-as fi avut nici pe tine...&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Un batranel se uita la scula lui si zice:&lt;br&gt;- Bine, ma, nesimtitule, ne nastem impreuna si murim pe rand?&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Iubito, ai fost alaturi de mine la prima gripa...&lt;p&gt;- Da, iubitule, doar stii ca te iubesc...&lt;p&gt;- Iubito, ai fost alaturi de mine la acel groaznic accident de masina...&lt;p&gt;- Da, ingerash, doar tin la tine atat de mult...&lt;p&gt;- Pisicutzo, ai fost alaturi de mine cand mi-au murit ambii parinti...&lt;p&gt;- Da, iubi...&lt;p&gt;-&amp;#160;Mortzii matii, fa, imi porti ghinion !!!...&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doua buci vorbeau:&lt;p&gt;- Ce-ai zice&amp;#160;sa ne casatorim, daca tot stam asa de mult impreuna, spune una&lt;p&gt;- Ce rost are, spune cealalta,&amp;#160;nu vezi ca ne despartim pentru orice c*c*t...&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unu cu un Ferrari da peste o cioara.&lt;br&gt;Fiind iubitor de pasari,&amp;#160;o ia acasa si o ingrijeste, o pune intr-o&lt;br&gt;colivie si ii lasa niste paine si apa acolo.&lt;br&gt;Pasarea fusese inconstienta in tot timpul asta.&lt;br&gt;Cand se trezeste, cioara se uita in jur, vede&amp;#160;gratii, apa, paine si isi zice:&lt;br&gt;- Te pomenesti ca l-am omorat pe ala cu Ferrari...&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;O pustoaica de 8 ani intra la frizerie cu taica-sau. Se aseaza&amp;#160;langa&lt;br&gt;scaunul frizerului, mancand o gogoasa, in timp ce taica-su se tunde.&lt;p&gt;Frizerul ii zĂąmbeste si-i spune cu amabilitate:&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;- Draguta, daca stai asa aproape o sa ai par pe gogosica.&lt;p&gt;- Stiu, raspunde fata,&amp;#160;o sa-mi creasca si tzatzele...&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; Neamtul se trezeste dimineata, tranteste 4 oua in tigaie si pleaca la munca.&lt;br&gt;Francezul se trezeste dimineata, tranteste 3 oua in tigaie si pleaca la munca.&lt;br&gt;Romanul se trezeste dimineata, tranteste 2 oua pe bicicleta si pleaca&lt;br&gt;la munca...&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Iti place sa fii mangaiat? Sa fii atins si sa fii pipait?&amp;#160;Sa fii&lt;br&gt;incins? Iti place respiratia celuilalt langa urechea ta? Sa iti&lt;br&gt;respire pe gat sau pe fatza? Iti place sa incerci pozitii noi? Sa&lt;br&gt;incepi rece si sa sfarsesti cald si transpirat?&lt;p&gt;Atunci ia autobuzul...&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I: Ce face un cal pe o pajiste plina cu canabis??&lt;br&gt;R : Paste Fericit !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-5046028777150947997?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/5046028777150947997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/5046028777150947997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/07/la-o-conferinta-de-presa-un-jurnalist.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-6864600314097039719</id><published>2011-07-08T18:31:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T18:31:44.188+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacanta in Turcia</title><content type='html'>&amp;#160;Ion si Vasile: &lt;br&gt;- Vasile, am fost in Turcia la all inclusive, exceptional: mananci cat vrei, bei cat vrei, cu bar la piscina, lux mare. &lt;br&gt;Da&amp;#39; sa vezi ce faza patesc: ma duc intr-o dimineata la micul dejun, Maria mea ramane in camera. &lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br&gt;Cand ma intorc, ia-o pe Maria de unde nu-i. O caut peste tot, ma panichez, ma duc la receptie si aflu ca e in camera la Antonio Banderas. &lt;br&gt;Ma duc acolo, bat la usa , deschide Antonio. Antonio, barbat bine: inalt, frumos, plin de muschi, brunet, ochi albastri, fara pic de burta. &lt;br&gt;Cand colo, iese Maria mea dezbracata din baie: cu tzatzele vai mama ei, curu lasat, cearcane... Ba, mi-a fost o rusine de omul ala.. &amp;#160; &amp;#160;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-6864600314097039719?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/6864600314097039719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/6864600314097039719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/07/vacanta-in-turcia.html' title='Vacanta in Turcia'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-4497116023041447793</id><published>2011-07-04T23:23:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T23:23:44.854+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Era o poveste cu Roşu-&amp;#238;mpărat, una cu Verde-&amp;#238;mpărat şi dacă&lt;br&gt;mai era şi una cu Galben-&amp;#238;mpărat, vă &amp;#160;spuneam o poveste cu SEMAFOR&lt;br&gt;Impărat.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;2. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Avionul dacă nu zboară-pică, secretara dacă nu pică-zboară !&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;3. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Pescarul vinde PEŞTE, iar peştele vinde femei..&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;4. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Cu cine se &amp;#238;nvecinează Russia?&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Cu cine vrea ea !&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;5. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Femeia nu-i inferioară bărbatului, superioară nu-i, iar&lt;br&gt;de egalitate nici nu poate fi vorba!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;6. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Psihoza siamezului: Fratele său este vitreg!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;7. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Piranda:- Măi, bărbate, mai du şi tu copiii la circ.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; -Nu, cine vrea să-i vadă, să vină acasă !&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;8. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Numai &amp;#238;n limba romană cuv&amp;#238;ntul HOŢ are şi sens de&lt;br&gt;dezmierdare sau laudă.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;9. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;La broaşte, ca şi la dame, contează doar picioarele!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;10. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Pe mulţi moartea &amp;#238;i lasă.. RECI!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160;11. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Fetele de azi vor fi mamele de m&amp;#238;ine, dacă nu-s atente!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;12. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Pentru a nu i se sparge locuinţa, a scris pe uşă INGINER!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;13. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Mulţi se căsătoresc pentru a avea o plăcere c&amp;#238;nd ies din casă.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;14. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Dacă &amp;#238;i dai ungurului dreptul, el vrea şi st&amp;#226;ngul!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;15. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;P&amp;#226;nă şi canibalii s-au săturat de oameni.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;16. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Un cap ridicat la putere devine, pătrat!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;17. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Se poate pune BAZĂ pe Iliescu, dar mai bine ar fi un ACID!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;18. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;-De ce nu se ia SIDA la un moldovean?- Are şi boala m&amp;#238;ndria ei!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;19. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;De la Cernob&amp;#238;l &amp;#238;ţi cad dinţii?- Da, dacă nu-ţi ţii gura!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;20. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Clasificarea bărbaţilor: oameni si căsătoriţi.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;21. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;-Căsătoria este o LOTERIE? -Nu, la LOTO se mai si c&amp;#238;ştigă!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;22. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Dacă fiica mea merge &amp;#238;n pădure cu un bărbat,i se poate&lt;br&gt;&amp;#238;nt&amp;#238;mpla ceva?&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; -At&amp;#238;t timp căt merge-NU!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;23. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;-C&amp;#238;nd ne vom căsători, vom avea o fată şi un băiat.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;- Cum poţi fi aşa sigură? &amp;#160;Deja sunt la mama!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;24. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Am venit să cer m&amp;#238;na fiicei dvs.!&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; -Cea mare sau cea mică?&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; -Cum, nu le are la fel?&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;25. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Iubita mea, spune 2 cuvinte care să ne lege pe vecie!&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; -Sunt &amp;#238;nsărcinată!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;26. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;La un cozonac unii măn&amp;#238;nca stafidele, alţii doar rahatul!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;27. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Lumea este &amp;#238;mpărţită &amp;#238;n 2 sisteme: capitalist şi...nervos!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;28. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;In faţa grătarului cu mici romanul &amp;#238;ncearcă un&lt;br&gt;sentiment de măreţie istorică.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;29. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Căsătoria este principala cauză a divorţului.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;30. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Cum pot fi UDEMERIŞTII mereu RADICALI, c&amp;#238;nd ei sunt&lt;br&gt;ridicaţi mereu la PUTERE!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;31. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Romanii pendulează &amp;#238;ntre sentimentul persecuţiei&lt;br&gt;universale şi Ţ&amp;#194;FNĂ.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;32. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;La restaurant:&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;- D-nă chelneriţă, aveţi picioare de broască?&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;-Nu, d-le, aşa merg eu mai săltăreţ!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;33. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;- D-nă, &amp;#238;n acest restaurant serviţi şi mormoloci?&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; - Servim pe oricine!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;34. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Diferenţa dintre un dolar şi un leu=un dolar! şi aşa&lt;br&gt;ram&amp;#238;ne mereu!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;35. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Cele mai ţapene femei se găsesc la...morgă!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;36. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Unul a căzut de la etajul 10. După un timp a căzut şi&lt;br&gt;un smoc de păr.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Folosea o loţiune pentru căderea &amp;#238;nt&amp;#238;rziată a părului!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;37. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; -Diferenţa dintre criză şi prosperitate, fiule, este:&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Prosperitate = şampanie + Mercedes + amanta.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Criză = sifon + tramvai + măta!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;38. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Dragostea a fost inventată de evrei, pentru a nu plăti!&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;39. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Diferenţa dintre un OZN şi o soacră de treabă: OZN_uri&lt;br&gt;s-au mai văzut!&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;40. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Bade, s-au făcut merele &amp;#238;n Ardeal?&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;- Alea mari-da, dar alea mici-nu!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;41. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;-Dragul meu soţ, tu ai prefera o soţie frumoasă sau&lt;br&gt;una inteligentă?&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;-Nici una, nici alta, eu te prefer pe tine!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;42. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Femeile infidele au regrete, dar tot cele fidele&lt;br&gt;regretă mai mult!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;43. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;Universul şi prostia nu au limite. Noi le-am atins!!!!!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;44. &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; La psihiatru: - Deci, de c&amp;#238;nd te crezi găina? - De&lt;br&gt;c&amp;#238;nd eram puişor, d-le doctor!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Toţi iţi vor binele!!! Nu-i lăsa să ţi-l ia !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-4497116023041447793?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/4497116023041447793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/4497116023041447793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/07/1.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-6114618491409680553</id><published>2011-07-04T23:17:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T23:17:53.760+03:00</updated><title type='text'>BANCUL MOMENTULUI!!!</title><content type='html'>Seful pompierilor intra in remiza de pompieri, incet, relaxat, cu&lt;br&gt;mainile in buzunare, fredonand usor o melodie vesela:&lt;p&gt;- Baieti,&amp;#160;echipati-va incet, incet, sistematic, spalati masina cu&lt;br&gt;foarte multa grija, sa arate noua, atentie la toate detaliile, sa fiti&lt;br&gt;prezentabili si ingrijiti, luati ceva apa, nu multa, faceti-va siesta&lt;br&gt;si apoi mergeti la incendiu cu grija, fara sa aveti viteza mare, fara&lt;br&gt;sa starniti praful, fiti atenti la stopuri, la trafic, la tot....&lt;br&gt;arde cladirea guvernului&amp;#160; de ceva vreme si aia sunt blocati cu totii&lt;br&gt;inauntru...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-6114618491409680553?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/6114618491409680553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/6114618491409680553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/07/bancul-momentului.html' title='BANCUL MOMENTULUI!!!'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-6788442444179956845</id><published>2011-07-04T23:16:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T23:16:54.707+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Citat dintr-o scrisorica primita de la finante:&lt;p&gt;....&amp;quot;Suntem nevoiti sa va returnam declaratia fiscala cu rugamintea sa&lt;br&gt;o revedeti si sa faceti corecturile necesare, deoarece nu putem&lt;br&gt;accepta raspunsul dvs. de la rubrica PERSOANE AFLATE IN INTRETINERE&lt;br&gt;unde ati trecut Guvernul, Parlamentul, Administratia Prezidentiala&lt;br&gt;precum si cateva milioane de tigani&amp;quot;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-6788442444179956845?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/6788442444179956845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/6788442444179956845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/07/citat-dintr-o-scrisorica-primita-de-la.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-7009556032917636540</id><published>2011-06-16T16:12:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T16:12:14.914+03:00</updated><title type='text'>bancuri cu evrei</title><content type='html'>Un evreu in Manhattan la volan, invartindu-se in jurul buildingului&lt;br&gt;unde in 5 min. urma sa semneze contractul vietii lui, disperat ca nu&lt;br&gt;gaseste un loc de parcare.&lt;br&gt;Ridica ochii spre cer si spune:&lt;br&gt;- Doamne, te rog gaseste-mi un loc de pracare ca sambata vin la&lt;br&gt;sinagoga si donez 2-3 mii de $.&lt;br&gt;Trec 2-3 min, nimic. Ridica din nou ochii spre cer:&lt;br&gt;- Doamne, te rog din suflet, fa-mi rost de un loc de parcare ca vin&lt;br&gt;sambata la sinagoga si donez 5-6 mii, 8 mii nu mai conteaza suma, doar&lt;br&gt;ajuta-ma cu un loc de parcare.&lt;br&gt;Moment la care o masina parcata mai in fata iese de pe locul de&lt;br&gt;parcare, omul nostru face volan drepata intra in parcare, ridica ochii&lt;br&gt;spre cer si spune:&lt;br&gt;- Doamne, nu mai e nevoie, mersi frumos, s-a rezolvat.&lt;p&gt;------------&lt;p&gt;&amp;#206;ntr-un avion de pasageri, zburau pentru prima data &amp;#238;mpreuna un pilot&lt;br&gt;evreu si copilotul care era chinez.&lt;br&gt;Dupa o buna bucata de timp &amp;#238;n care nu si-au spus nimic unul celuilalt,&lt;br&gt;evreul rupe tacerea:&lt;br&gt;- Sa stii ca eu va urasc pe voi, chinezii!&lt;br&gt;- De ce? - &amp;#238;l intreaba surprins chinezul.&lt;br&gt;- Pentru ca i-ati atacat pe americani la Pearl Harbor !&lt;br&gt;- Nu noi am fost, aia au fost japonezii!!!&lt;br&gt;- Chinezi, japonezi, vietnamezi, pentru mine sunteti toti o apa si-un pam&amp;#226;nt!&lt;br&gt;Chinezul &amp;#238;nghite &amp;#238;n sec, dar nu spune nimic.&lt;br&gt;Dupa o noua perioada de tacere, chinezul spune:&lt;br&gt;- Si eu va urasc pe voi, evreii!&lt;br&gt;- De ce? - &amp;#238;ntreaba jignit evreul.&lt;br&gt;- Pentru ca din cauza voastra s-a scufundat Titanicul!&lt;br&gt;- Ce prostii vorbesti! Titanicul s-a scufundat pentru ca s-a ciocnit&lt;br&gt;de un iceberg!!&lt;br&gt;- Iceberg, Goldberg, Spielberg, pentru mine sunteti toti o apa si-un pam&amp;#226;nt!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;-----------&lt;p&gt;La NASA soseste un OZN acoperit complet cu aur.&lt;br&gt;Din el coboara un extraterestru mic, verde, dar cu antenele din aur.&lt;br&gt;Este luat la intrebari, cercetat:&lt;br&gt;- De unde vii tu?&lt;br&gt;- De pe Marte.&lt;br&gt;- Si toti aveti acolo farfurii zburatoare din aur?&lt;br&gt;- Da.&lt;br&gt;- Si toti aveti acolo antene din aur?&lt;br&gt;La care extraterestrul:&lt;br&gt;- Numai noi, evreii....&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;-----------&lt;p&gt;Un evreu se afla pe patul de moarte si-i spune singurului sau fiu:&lt;br&gt;- Isaac, mai am putin si mor si vreau sa stii ca cele 7 vile, 3&lt;br&gt;blocuri, 30 de taxiuri, fabrica de imbracaminte, cele 2 ferme, 8&lt;br&gt;magazine, bijuteriile, titlurile bancare, valorile, sculpturile...&lt;br&gt;- Da, tata, mi le lasi?&lt;br&gt;- Ti le vand ieftin, foarte ieftin!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;------------&lt;p&gt;Un american, un neamt, un evreu si un negru prin padure...&lt;br&gt;Cade o omida pe american acesta o arunca pe neamt, neamtul pe evreu,&lt;br&gt;evreul pe negru;&lt;br&gt;negrul o ia si o mananca.&lt;br&gt;Cade alta omida pe american. O arunca pe neamt, neamtul pe evreu, iar&lt;br&gt;evreul spre negru:&lt;br&gt;- Cat dai pe o omida?&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;-------------&lt;p&gt;Intr-o gradinita din America , educatoarea le promite copiilor 2 $&lt;br&gt;daca vor raspunde exact la intrebarea: Cine a fost persoana cea mai&lt;br&gt;importanta din istoria omenirii?&lt;br&gt;Se ridica Sean, irlandezul, si zice ca St. Patrick.&lt;br&gt;- Gresit, urmatorul la rand!&lt;br&gt;Se ridica McQueen, scotianul, si zice ca St. Andrew.&lt;br&gt;- Gresit, urmatorul...&lt;br&gt;Se ridica Shlomo, evreul, si zice ca Iisus Cristos.&lt;br&gt;Educatoarea ii da cei 2 $ pentru raspunsul exact si-l intreaba cum se&lt;br&gt;face ca evreii il recunosc pe Isus ca cel mai important om din&lt;br&gt;istorie. Raspunsul lui:&lt;br&gt;- Eu stiu de fapt ca cel mai tare din istoria umanitatii a fost MOISE,&lt;br&gt;dar BUSINESS IS BUSINESS !!!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;-----------&lt;p&gt;Itic, elev in clasa I-a este intrebat de invatator cit fac 2x2.&lt;br&gt;Itic: 6.&lt;br&gt;Invatatorul: Cum, asa Itic, chiar nu stii cit fac 2x2 ?&lt;br&gt;Itic: 5, domn profesor.&lt;br&gt;Invatatorul foarte suparat: Itic, daca nu spui exact cit fac 2x2,&lt;br&gt;miine sa vii la scoala cu&lt;br&gt;taica-tu !&lt;br&gt;Itic: 4 domn profesor.&lt;br&gt;Invatatorul: Pai, daca stiai, de ce n-ai spus de la inceput ?&lt;br&gt;Itic: Da, ce, eu n-am voie sa ma tirguiesc ?&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;---------&lt;p&gt;Intr-un sat evreiesc din Polonia era o singura vaca si intr-o zi a&lt;br&gt;incetat sa mai dea lapte.Panicati, oamenii au intrebat peste tot si au&lt;br&gt;aflat ca ar putea cumpara o vaca din Moscova cu 2000 ruble sau una din&lt;br&gt;Minsk, cu 1000 ruble. Normal, au ales varianta mai ieftina - o vaca&lt;br&gt;din Minsk. Era o vaca superba, dadea mult lapte gras si toata lumea o&lt;br&gt;indragea. Oamenii s-au hotarat sa o imperecheze pentru a avea mai&lt;br&gt;multe vaci la fel! Au adus asadar un taur. Insa, cand taurul venea din&lt;br&gt;dreapta sa se urce pe vaca, aceasta se muta la stanga. Cand taurul&lt;br&gt;venea din stanga, vaca se muta spre dreapta si tot asa,toata ziua fara&lt;br&gt;nici un rezultat. In final, in disperare de cauza, oamenii s-au dus la&lt;br&gt;rabbi sa-l intrebe ce sa faca!&lt;br&gt;Vasile Poplacinel: I-au spus povestea:&lt;br&gt;- Rabbi, am incercat o zi intreaga si n-am reusit. Cand taurul venea&lt;br&gt;din dreapta, vaca se muta spre stanga iar cand taurul venea din&lt;br&gt;stanga, vaca se muta spre dreapta si tot asa. Ce sa facem?&lt;br&gt;Rabbi s-a gandit un moment si a intrebat:&lt;br&gt;- Ati cumparat vaca de la Minsk?&lt;br&gt;- Rabbi, esti fantastic! s-au mirat oamenii. Esti atat de intelept!&lt;br&gt;Noi nu ti-am spus de unde am luat vaca. Cum ti-ai dat seama?&lt;br&gt;Trist, rabbi raspunde:&lt;br&gt;- Nevasta-mea e din Minsk...&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;---------------&lt;p&gt;Un rabin a slujit la Templu timp de 20 de ani.&lt;br&gt;Ca sa-l rasplateasca, comunitatea il trimite intr-o excursie in Hawaii.&lt;br&gt;Cand ajunge in camera de hotel, o tanara foarte frumoasa si goala&lt;br&gt;statea intinsa in pat. Revoltat, pune mana pe telefon si suna acasa:&lt;br&gt;- Nu aveti pic de respect pentru pozitia mea ? Sunt rabin. Asta e o&lt;br&gt;dovada crasa de nesimtire si lipsa de respect!&lt;br&gt;Auzind acestea, tanara, rusinata, incepe sa se imbrace. Dupa ce a&lt;br&gt;terminat de vorbit la telefon, rabinul i se adreseaza:&lt;br&gt;- Tu unde pleci ? Nu pe tine sunt suparat !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-7009556032917636540?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/7009556032917636540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/7009556032917636540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/06/bancuri-cu-evrei.html' title='bancuri cu evrei'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-3500413219881942049</id><published>2011-06-16T16:11:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T16:11:23.162+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Un rom&amp;#226;n decide ca e momentul sa prinda ceva cheag, asa ca emigreaza &amp;#238;n Canada,&lt;p&gt;unde se pune serios pe treaba si &amp;#238;ncepe sa c&amp;#226;stige multi bani.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#206;n cele din urma se &amp;#238;ntoarce acasa plin de bani si un vecin, verde de&lt;br&gt;invidie, &amp;#238;l &amp;#238;ntreaba:&lt;br&gt;-Dar cum ai reusit, mai omule, sa faci at&amp;#226;ta avere?&lt;br&gt;-Pai simplu, ma trezeam &amp;#238;n fiecare zi pe la 10-11, faceam un dus, beam&lt;br&gt;o cafeluta si dadeam un telefon&lt;p&gt;sa vina niste fete sa ne simtim bine.&lt;br&gt;Dupa c&amp;#226;teva ore de distractie, pe la 3, ieseam si eu la munca.&lt;p&gt;Mergeam pe strada si vedeam o h&amp;#226;rtie de 100 $, ma aplecam si o ridicam.&lt;p&gt;Mai &amp;#238;ncolo era una de 50 $, o luam si pe aia. Si tot asa,culegeam de&lt;br&gt;pe caldar&amp;#226;m bancnote peste&lt;p&gt;bancnote, p&amp;#226;na oboseam si &amp;#238;mi dadeam seama ca e momentul sa ma &amp;#238;ntorc acasa.&lt;p&gt;P&amp;#226;na noaptea t&amp;#226;rziu mai m&amp;#226;ncam, ma mai distram cu fetele, iar a doua&lt;br&gt;zi o luam de la capat.&lt;br&gt;Vecinul se decide sa faca si el la fel. Vinde tot, &amp;#238;si ia bilet de&lt;br&gt;avion si se opreste in Toronto.&lt;p&gt;C&amp;#226;nd iese din aeroport, vede pe jos o h&amp;#226;rtie de 100$. Se apleaca si da&lt;br&gt;sa o ridice,&lt;p&gt;dar se razg&amp;#226;ndeste si-si zice:&lt;br&gt;-Da&amp;#39; ce, sunt prost sa ma apuc de lucru chiar din prima zi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-3500413219881942049?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/3500413219881942049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/3500413219881942049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/06/un-rom-decide-ca-e-momentul-sa-prinda.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-8569885652154357295</id><published>2011-06-14T09:51:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T09:51:29.073+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cinci chirurgi, fosti colegi de facultate, dupa niste ani de practica, se&lt;br&gt;intalnesc la un simpozion.&lt;br&gt;Spre seara merg impreuna la o bere si despre ce crezi ca discuta?&lt;br&gt;Bine&amp;#39;nteles tot despre meserie.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; 1. Primul zice:&amp;quot;Mie, pe masa de operatie, imi plac contabilii - cand ii&lt;br&gt;deschizi, inauntru totul este numarat, totul este ordonat.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; 2. Al doilea:&amp;quot;Eu prefer electricienii - cand ii deschizi, totul este&lt;br&gt;codificat pe culori... nu poti sa te incurci.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; 3. Al treilea, zice: &amp;quot;Mie imi plac bibliotecarii - inauntrul lor, toate&lt;br&gt;organele sunt plasate in ordine alfabetica... e usor de lucrat.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; 4. Al patrulea, se baga si el: &amp;quot;Mie imi plac aia din constructii - cu ei&lt;br&gt;te-ntelegi usor daca mai raman ceva piese in plus...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; 5. Al cincilea, isi da si el opinia: &amp;quot;Orice ati zice, baieti, mie imi plac&lt;br&gt;politicienii - sunt cel mai usor de operat; astia, cand ii deschizi, n-au&lt;br&gt;mai nimic inauntru... nici maruntaie, nici creier, nici fudulii, nici sira&lt;br&gt;spinarii... Si unde mai pui ca au capul si curul&amp;#160; piese interschimbabile -&lt;br&gt;in orice ordine le-ai pune, functioneaza la fel. &amp;#160; &amp;#160;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-8569885652154357295?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/8569885652154357295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/8569885652154357295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/06/cinci-chirurgi-fosti-colegi-de.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-4749150136328626487</id><published>2011-06-12T21:26:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T21:26:09.316+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Un macelar vede intrand in magazinul sau un caine cu o bancnota de&lt;br&gt;$10 in gura si un bilet pe care scria: &amp;quot;10 antricoate de miel, va&lt;br&gt;rog&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;Amuzat, ia banii, pune antricoatele intr-o punga in gura cainelui, si&lt;br&gt;inchide repede magazinul. Il urmareste pe caine si vede cum opreste la&lt;br&gt;culoarea verde a semaforului, se asigura in ambele sensuri si&lt;br&gt;traverseaza in statia de autobuz. Cainele verifica lista cu orarul si&lt;br&gt;se aseaza pe banca. Cand autobuzul apare, se uita sa verifice numarul&lt;br&gt;autobuzului, apoi se urca. Macelarul il urmeaza perplex. Dupa un timp,&lt;br&gt;cainele se aseaza in fata, se pune pe labele din spate si apasa&lt;br&gt;butonul &amp;quot;stop&amp;quot;, iar macelarul il urmeaza afara. Cainele alearga pana&lt;br&gt;in fata unei case si lasa punga la intrare. Se intoarce pe alee, mai&lt;br&gt;face o cursa si latra catre usa. Si latra, si latra... Niciun raspuns&lt;br&gt;din spatele uşii. Atunci sare pe perete, alearga in jurul gradinii, se&lt;br&gt;bate cu capul de geam, sare si asteapta din nou la usa. Un tip masiv&lt;br&gt;iese injurand si bombanind cainele. Macelarul incepe sa strige la tip:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Ce dracului faci? Cainele asta e un geniu!&amp;quot; Stapanul ii&lt;br&gt;raspunde:&amp;quot;Geniu, pe dracu... Este a doua oara saptamana asta cand isi&lt;br&gt;uita cheia!&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-4749150136328626487?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/4749150136328626487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/4749150136328626487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/06/un-macelar-vede-intrand-in-magazinul.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-3784102791752432744</id><published>2011-06-10T13:59:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T13:59:15.008+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;     &lt;div lang="EN-US" link="blue" vlink="purple"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top" style="padding:0in 0in 0in 0in"&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top" style="padding:0in 0in 0in 0in"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p style="background:white"&gt;Bula intreaba o colega:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p style="background:white"&gt;- Stii limba engleza ?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p style="background:white"&gt;- Da, spune colega.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p style="background:white"&gt;Atunci zice Bula:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p style="background:white"&gt;- Zi si mie cum se spune : gheata, ceai, picior ?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p style="background:white"&gt;- Ice, tea, foot&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p style="background:white"&gt;- ...... Hai !  )&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-3784102791752432744?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/3784102791752432744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/3784102791752432744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/06/bula-intreaba-o-colega-stii-limba.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-730631399225874660</id><published>2011-06-09T16:24:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T16:24:10.994+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia unui tigan</title><content type='html'>Cand eram mic mi-aduc aminte ca mama ma trimitea la alimentara cu 10&lt;br&gt;Lei si venem acasa cu :&lt;p&gt;- 3Kg de cartofi,un carton de oua,&lt;br&gt;- un borcan de gem,&lt;br&gt;- o sticla de votca,&lt;br&gt;- 2 ciocolate si un pachet de guma de mestecat.&lt;br&gt;In ziua de azi nu mai este posibil asa ceva...imputitul de patron a&lt;br&gt;umplut magazinul de camere video!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-730631399225874660?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/730631399225874660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/730631399225874660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/06/nostalgia-unui-tigan.html' title='Nostalgia unui tigan'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-4572901460943253506</id><published>2011-06-08T23:44:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T23:44:55.873+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oamenii tineri, care &amp;#238;nca muncesc, ma &amp;#238;ntreaba din cand &amp;#238;n cand ce fac&lt;br&gt;acum ca sunt iesit la pensie cu timpul meu liber.&lt;br&gt;Ziua trecuta am fost prin centru la cumparaturi. Am intrat &amp;#238;ntr-un&lt;br&gt;supermarket pentru 5 minute ca sa-mi cumpar o paine.&amp;#160;Cand am iesit, un&lt;br&gt;politist scria o amenda pentru parcare &amp;#238;n loc nepermis.&lt;p&gt;I-am zis:&lt;br&gt;- Ce-ar fi sa iertati un batranel de data asta?&lt;br&gt;El m-a ingorat si a continuat sa scrie amenda.&lt;br&gt;I-am zis atunci ca e un comunist. S-a oprit, s-a holbat la mine si&lt;br&gt;apoi a &amp;#238;nceput sa scrie alta amenda.&lt;br&gt;Am continuat prin a-i spune ca e un mancator de rahat. A terminat si&lt;br&gt;cu a doua amenda si a &amp;#238;nceput sa o scrie pe a treia.&lt;br&gt;Am continuat asa vreo 20 minute. Cu cat &amp;#238;l zgandaream, cu atat scria mai mult.&lt;br&gt;Nu-mi pasa... Eu venisem cu autobuzul. Barem ma distrez putin la pensie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-4572901460943253506?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/4572901460943253506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/4572901460943253506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/06/oamenii-tineri-care-muncesc-ma-din-cand.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-7863722184294790104</id><published>2011-06-03T17:32:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T17:32:51.725+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Comunicat guvernamental!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;     &lt;div lang="EN-US" link="blue" vlink="purple"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top" style="padding:0in 0in 0in 0in"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Consolas"&gt;&lt;img width="43" height="59" src="cid:1.4089057649@web111720.mail.gq1.yahoo.com" alt="cid:1.4045141539@web65515.mail.ac4.yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Consolas"&gt;GUVERNUL ROMANIEI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt"&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Consolas"&gt;Comunicat de Presa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt"&gt; &lt;br&gt;   &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Consolas"&gt;Din cauza reducerilor bugetare recente si a cresterii pretului electricitatii, al gazului, al motorinei, al benzinei si al uleiului, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Consolas"&gt;luminita de la capatul tunelului a fost stinsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt"&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Consolas"&gt;Ne cerem scuze pentru neplacerile cauzate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-7863722184294790104?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/7863722184294790104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/7863722184294790104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/06/comunicat-guvernamental.html' title='Comunicat guvernamental!'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-4713953218410525594</id><published>2011-06-02T04:22:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T04:22:41.577+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Only married people will understand this.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color:#000; 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 &lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  One&amp;nbsp; year, I decided to buy my mother-in-law a cemetery plot as&lt;br&gt;a  Christmas  gift...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The  next&amp;nbsp; year, I didn't buy her a  gift.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When  she asked&amp;nbsp; me why, I  replied,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  "Well, you still haven't used the gift I bought you last  year!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And  that's how the fight  started.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;________________________________&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  My wife and I were watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while&lt;br&gt;we were in  bed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I  turned to&amp;nbsp; her and said, 'Do you want to have&amp;nbsp;  Sex?'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 'No,'  she answered. I then  said,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 'Is  that your final  answer?'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She  didn't even look&amp;nbsp; at me this time, simply saying,  'Yes..'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So I  said, "Then I'd like to phone a  friend."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And  that's when the fight  started...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;________________________________&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  I took my wife to a  restaurant.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  The waiter, for some reason, took my order  first.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "I'll  have&amp;nbsp; the rump steak, rare,  please."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He  said,&amp;nbsp; "Aren't you worried about the mad  cow?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Nah,  she can order for  herself."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  And that's when the fight&amp;nbsp;  started.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;_______________________________&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  My&amp;nbsp; wife and I were sitting at a table at her high&amp;nbsp; school&lt;br&gt;reunion,  and she kept staring at a&amp;nbsp; drunken man swigging his&lt;br&gt;drink as he sat  alone at a nearby  table.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I  asked her, "Do you know&amp;nbsp;  him?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Yes",  she sighed,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  "He's my &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1306976130_0"&gt;old&amp;nbsp; boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I understand he took to drinking&lt;br&gt;right  after we split up those many years ago,&amp;nbsp; and I hear he&lt;br&gt;hasn't been sober  since."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  "My&amp;nbsp; God!" I said, "Who would think a person could go on&lt;br&gt;celebrating  that long?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  And then the fight&amp;nbsp;  started...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;________________________________&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my wife kept hinting&lt;br&gt;to me that I  should get it&amp;nbsp; fixed.&amp;nbsp; But, somehow I always had&lt;br&gt;something else to  take care of first, the shed, the&amp;nbsp; boat,&lt;br&gt;making beer.. Always something  more important to me. Finally she&lt;br&gt;thought of&amp;nbsp; a clever way to make her  point.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When  I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the&amp;nbsp; tall&lt;br&gt;grass, busily  snipping away with a tiny&amp;nbsp; pair of sewing&lt;br&gt;scissors. I watched silently  for a short time and then went into&lt;br&gt;the house. I was gone only a minute, and  when I&amp;nbsp; came out again&lt;br&gt;I handed her a toothbrush. I said, "When you  finish cutting the&lt;br&gt;grass, you&amp;nbsp; might as well sweep the  driveway."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always&amp;nbsp; have a&amp;nbsp;  limp.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;______________________________&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  My wife sat down next to me as I was flipping  channels.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  She asked, "What's on  TV?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I said,  "Dust."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And  then the fight  started...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;________________________________&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Saturday&amp;nbsp; morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my&lt;br&gt;lunch, and  slipped quietly into the garage.&amp;nbsp; I hooked up the&lt;br&gt;boat up to the&amp;nbsp;  van and proceeded to back out into a torrential&lt;br&gt;downpour. The wind was  blowing 50mph, so I pulled back into the&lt;br&gt;garage, turned on the radio, and  discovered that the weather&lt;br&gt;would&amp;nbsp; be bad all  day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I went  back into the house,&amp;nbsp; quietly undressed, and slipped back&lt;br&gt;into bed. I  cuddled up to my wife's back; now with a different&lt;br&gt;anticipation, and  whispered, "The&amp;nbsp; weather out there  is&lt;br&gt;terrible."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  My loving wife of 5 years replied, "And, can you believe my&lt;br&gt;stupid husband is  out fishing in  that?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And  that's how the fight  started...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;_______________________________&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our  upcoming&lt;br&gt;anniversary.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  She said, "I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in&lt;br&gt;about 3  seconds."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I  bought her a bathroom  scale.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And  then the fight  started......&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;______________________________&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  After retiring, I went to the Social Security office&amp;nbsp; to apply&lt;br&gt;for  &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1306976130_1"&gt;Social  Security&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's License to&lt;br&gt;verify my  age.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I  looked in my&amp;nbsp; pockets and realized I had left my wallet at&lt;br&gt;home.&amp;nbsp; I  told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have&lt;br&gt;to go home and come  back later.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  The woman said, 'Unbutton your  shirt'.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So I  opened my shirt revealing my curly silver  hair.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She  said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for&lt;br&gt;me' and she  processed my Social Security  application.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at&lt;br&gt;the Social  Security office.&amp;nbsp; She said, 'You should have&amp;nbsp; dropped&lt;br&gt;your pants.  You might have gotten disability  too.'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And  then the fight  started...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;________________________________&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  My wife was standing nude, looking in the bedroom&amp;nbsp;  mirror.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She  was not happy with what she saw and said to  me,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "I feel  horrible; I look old, fat and ugly.&amp;nbsp; I really need you&lt;br&gt;to pay me a  compliment.'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  I replied, "Your eyesight's damn near  perfect."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  And then the fight  started........&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;____________________________&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I  rear-ended a car this morning...the start of a REALLY bad day!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The driver  got out of the other car, and he was a DWARF!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He looked up at me and  said 'I am NOT Happy!'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I said, 'Well, which one ARE you  then?'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That's how the fight started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-4713953218410525594?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/4713953218410525594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/4713953218410525594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/06/only-married-people-will-understand.html' title='Only married people will understand this.....'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-1040846325339282580</id><published>2011-05-31T15:58:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T15:58:36.406+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lista anti-depresie a lui Stash</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div lang="EN-US" link="blue" vlink="purple"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;color:navy"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top" style="padding:0in 0in 0in 0in"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:blue"&gt;Lista anti-depresie a lui Stash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-size:14.0pt;color:red"&gt;1. Plimbati-va cu masina. Parcati la marginea drumului, puneti-va ochelarii de soare si scoateti pe geam uscatorul de par. Îndreptati-l catre  masinile care vin din fata. Acum numarati cati soferi franeaza brusc în fata voastra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-size:14.0pt;color:blue"&gt;2. Reancarcati automatul de cafea din biroul vostru cu cafea decofeinizata timp de trei saptamani. Cand toata lumea va fi depasit dependenta  de cafea, schimbati-le cafeaua cu ESPRESSO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-size:14.0pt;color:red"&gt;3. Daca scoateti bani la ghiseul bancii la rubrica « scopul folosirii banilor » scrieti « pentru marijuana ».&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-size:14.0pt;color:blue"&gt;4. Cînd sunteti pe un coridor, sariti în loc sa mergeti. Apoi încercati sa numarati cate persoane se uita la voi crucis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-size:14.0pt;color:red"&gt;5. Daca sunteti la restaurant si vreti sa comandati ceva, cereti « apa plata dietetica ».&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-size:14.0pt;color:blue"&gt;6. Sunati-va prietenii cu cinci zile înainte sa mergeti la o petrecere si spuneti-le ca nu veti  putea fi prezent din cauza unei dureri de  cap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-size:14.0pt;color:red"&gt;7. Cand scoateti bani de la ATM, apucati-va de strigat din toti rarunchii « Am castigat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-MX" style="font-size:14.0pt;color:red"&gt;Am castigat! »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-MX" style="font-size:14.0pt;color:blue"&gt;8. Daca va aflati într-o gradina zoologica, luati-o brusc la fuga catre parcare strigand îngrozit « Salvati-va! Au scapat toate animalele!  »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-MX" style="font-size:14.0pt;color:red"&gt;9. Daca aveti copii, la masa de seara spuneti-le ca din cauza recesiunii va trebui sa renuntati la ei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-MX" style="font-size:14.0pt;color:blue"&gt;10. La farmacie, cumparati o cutie de prezervative si dupa aia întrebati farmacistul unde este cabina de proba!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-1040846325339282580?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/1040846325339282580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/1040846325339282580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/05/lista-anti-depresie-lui-stash.html' title='Lista anti-depresie a lui Stash'/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-5472202069161025921</id><published>2011-05-31T15:57:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T15:57:11.560+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Micul Thomas,&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; cel mai bun elev din clasa o intreaba pe invatatoare daca&lt;br&gt;poate sa vorbeasca&lt;p&gt;dupa ore, ceva important cu ea in particular. Aceasta accepta&lt;br&gt;intrigata si curioasa&lt;p&gt;in acelasiu timp...&lt;br&gt;- Ei bine, ce anume vrei sa-mi spui Thomas de esti asa secretos?&lt;br&gt;- Doamna, am ajuns la concluzia ca sunt mult prea inteligent pentru&lt;br&gt;cei din generatia mea,&lt;p&gt;ca sa mai pierd timpul in clasa asta, pur si simplu ma plictisesc !...&lt;br&gt;As vrea sa trec direct la Liceu.&lt;br&gt;Invatatoarea il informeaza pe directorul scolii, care dupa ce se&lt;br&gt;consulta si cu alte cadre didactice&lt;p&gt;hotaraste sa supuna micul geniu la niste teste preliminare...&lt;br&gt;Thomas accepta fara sa ezite si testarea incepe.&lt;br&gt;- Sa vedem Thomas: 3x4?&lt;br&gt;- 12&lt;br&gt;- si 6x6?&lt;br&gt;- 36, domnule&amp;#160;director.&lt;br&gt;- Capitala Japoniei?&lt;br&gt;- Tokio!&lt;br&gt;Testul continua inca o jumatate de ora, Thomas nu face nici o greseala!&lt;br&gt;La sfarsitul testului, directorul este multumit, dar profesoara&lt;br&gt;intreaba daca poate sa-i puna si ea cateva intrebari. Amandoi accepta.&lt;br&gt;Profa incepe:&lt;br&gt;- Thomas, vaca are 4 si eu am 2, ce este?&lt;br&gt;- Picioarele, doamna.&lt;br&gt;- Corect, ce gasim in pantaloni tai si nu gasim in ai mei?&lt;br&gt;Directorul se mira de intrebare...&lt;br&gt;- Buzunare, doamna&lt;br&gt;- Bine Thomas, unde au femeile parul cel mai cret?&lt;br&gt;Directorul se pregateste sa intervina chiar cand Thomas raspunde:&lt;br&gt;- In Africa, doamna! raspunde copilul fara sa ezite.&lt;br&gt;- Ce este moale dar cu mainile unei femei devine tare?&lt;br&gt;Directorul deschide ochii mari dar inainte sa vorbeasca, Thomas raspunde:&lt;br&gt;- Oja pt unghii, doamna.&lt;br&gt;- Ce au femeile si barbatii in mijlocul picioarelor?&lt;br&gt;- Genunchi, doamna!&lt;br&gt;- Bine, si ce are o femeie maritata mai larg decat una nemaritata?&lt;br&gt;Directorului nu-i vine sa creada ce aude.&lt;br&gt;- Patul, doamna!&lt;br&gt;- Care parte a corpului meu este cea mai umeda de obicei ?&lt;br&gt;- Limba !&lt;br&gt;- Ce cuvant incepe cu litera C... este admirat de barbati si ii face sa viseze?&lt;br&gt;- Cerul ! - spune Thomas&lt;br&gt;Directorul rasufla usurat,&amp;#160; opreste apoi testul si concluzioneaza grabit :&lt;br&gt;- Nu o sa te trimit la nici un liceu, o sa te trimit direct la Universitate!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; La asa un test, nici eu nu as fi reusit sa raspund suficient de&lt;br&gt;corect si repede...&lt;p&gt;Morala:&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Varstnicii sunt obsedati si perversi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-5472202069161025921?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/5472202069161025921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/5472202069161025921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/05/micul-thomas-cel-mai-bun-elev-din-clasa.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-6648811460649137078</id><published>2011-05-31T02:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T02:42:10.268+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;Tiganu&amp;#39; povesteste:&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Ma duc dimineata la pescuit, si stau, si stau..., si seara prind un amarat de pestisor galben... &lt;br&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;Ma uit in galeata: goala, manca-ti-as...&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;Zic: - Du-te-n amaru tau, amaratule, si il arunc!&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;Ma duc spre casa cu bicicleta,si ce sa vezi: bicicleta se face&amp;#39;un Mertzan asta, de zic toti ca l-am furat. &lt;br&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;Ajung acasa, vad ca-i vila , manca-ti-as...&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;O intreb pe phiranda: &lt;br&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;- Da unde-i vila asta tu, ca-ti mananc pipota!&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;- Nu stiu, ma tigane!&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;Ii povestesc ce-am patit, si-atunci imi zice tiganca: Ia o oala cu rame, si-i du la peste si-i multumeste! Si-ajung la lac, il strig pe pestisor, si-l intreb: Cum sa te rasplatesc, pestisorule?&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;Si el zice ca are tot ce vrea, ca-i fermecat, manca-mi-ar, da&amp;#39; zice ca ar vrea o partida de amor.&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;Si se da de trei ori peste cap, si se face o mandrete de fata de 13 ani... onorata instanta...&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-6648811460649137078?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/6648811460649137078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/6648811460649137078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/05/povesteste-duc-dimineata-la-pescuit-si.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054638.post-260960337964672373</id><published>2011-05-25T17:41:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T17:41:51.175+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;br&gt;     &lt;div lang="EN-US" link="blue" vlink="purple"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top" style="padding:0in 0in 0in 0in"&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;O politista dirija circulatia intr-o intersectie mare. La un moment dat a simtit ca-i vine ciclul. Ce sa faca? Ce sa faca? Mai avea  inca 5 ore de lucru si din intersectie nu putea sa plece... asa ca l-a rugat prin statie pe colegul de birou  sa-i aduca pachetul cu tampoane din dulapul ei.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Colegul aproba si ea lucreaza mai departe fiind cu ochii-n patru. Trece o ora, colegul n-a venit. Trec doua, trec trei. .. ea disperata. Dupa patru ore opreste masina politiei in intersectie si colegul flutura vesel cu cutia de tampoane in vant.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Politista, nervoasa, ii spune: nesimtitul naibii!!! Unde naiba ai stat!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Politistul raspunde vesel: stii, cand ai spus prin statie ca ti-a venit ciclul, a dat sefu&amp;#39; o sticla de sampanie, apoi a venit colegul Ionescu cu o lada de bere...  apoi am dat si eu un rand ca mi s-a luat si mie o piatra de pe suflet ........  !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054638-260960337964672373?l=poante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/260960337964672373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054638/posts/default/260960337964672373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poante.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-politista-dirija-circulatia-intr-o.html' title=''/><author><name>peromaneste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18138498600151502565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/72/2033/1024/collage11.2.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
