tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13301582.post1751095618356415564..comments2008-07-09T14:12:54.252+01:00Eric Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185671664550657174noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13301582.post-75380118744137239582008-07-09T14:12:00.001+01:002008-07-09T14:12:00.001+01:00isso dá muito trabalho, Pipinha.Eric Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185671664550657174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13301582.post-10376102618764743962008-07-09T14:12:00.000+01:002008-07-09T14:12:00.000+01:00já bai, Frank; já baiEric Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185671664550657174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13301582.post-60183076458814230992008-07-09T14:11:00.001+01:002008-07-09T14:11:00.001+01:00morrer saudável, Pravariar; é o meu objectivo.Eric Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185671664550657174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13301582.post-49336400237735489292008-07-09T14:11:00.000+01:002008-07-09T14:11:00.000+01:00e cálcio onde é que se compra, meninas?Eric Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185671664550657174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13301582.post-64660183543286720062008-07-09T14:10:00.000+01:002008-07-09T14:10:00.000+01:00Caracóis, Riquita? Mas tu estás a passar-te ou quê? Cá para cima não se come lesmas de casca. Nem cheirar é bom.Eric Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185671664550657174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13301582.post-24636706924009090492008-07-09T14:08:00.001+01:002008-07-09T14:08:00.001+01:00mais, Odysseus? Fui a única vítima, os outro só colhem o que semearam..Eric Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185671664550657174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13301582.post-57248552637704176112008-07-09T14:08:00.000+01:002008-07-09T14:08:00.000+01:00Dá mutio trabalho, CherryEric Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185671664550657174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13301582.post-90179781388076846512008-07-09T12:23:00.000+01:002008-07-09T12:23:00.000+01:00O melhor é passar à nova modalidade "desporto intelectual"!!! As melhoras!!! Besitos!Pipinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11399948822541567512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13301582.post-30465889489725389932008-07-09T11:41:00.000+01:002008-07-09T11:41:00.000+01:00já que estás aí a sofrer de imobilismo, aproveita e debita aí umas postas valentes, assunto não falta pá...Francishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11536480605757413826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13301582.post-89689564268659405892008-07-08T23:48:00.000+01:002008-07-08T23:48:00.000+01:00Por isso é que eu só faço maratonas de automóvel e só jogo à bola na Play Station.Pravariarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17591537341218735599noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13301582.post-32318795859274379122008-07-08T22:56:00.000+01:002008-07-08T22:56:00.000+01:00Essa do bitoque ser comida de mouros oh! Eric!<BR/>Come as casquinhas dos ceracóis têm cálcio a dar como um pau looolllll ;-))))Karochahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12584628956323471134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13301582.post-90183773100399413012008-07-08T22:51:00.000+01:002008-07-08T22:51:00.000+01:00venha ele cum ovacavalo pá! precedido duns caracóis, prá coisa ser bem à alfacinha :)))<BR/><BR/><BR/>logo vi que devias ter talos no lugar dos ossos...num comas uns kilos de cálcio não...Cristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12760090539211279211noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13301582.post-23179921102409875932008-07-08T20:47:00.000+01:002008-07-08T20:47:00.000+01:00Parece que o futebol para essas bandas não anda em maré de sorte, foste mais uma vítima. As melhoras.Odysseushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14689090510256531684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13301582.post-39071466545421953602008-07-08T15:07:00.000+01:002008-07-08T15:07:00.000+01:00Mariquices mesmo. Põe-te em pé homem. Vá, 1, 2, 3, já passou!Cherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526813886159403222noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13301582.post-2704507906041794752008-07-08T12:49:00.000+01:002008-07-08T12:49:00.000+01:00mariquices, Karocha, não tarda nada tou a treinar prá maratona de Londres...Eric Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185671664550657174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13301582.post-29442467980060630702008-07-08T12:48:00.000+01:002008-07-08T12:48:00.000+01:00quadrivela, Belas; contando comigo :)Eric Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185671664550657174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13301582.post-50238078897618704272008-07-08T11:27:00.000+01:002008-07-08T11:27:00.000+01:00Porra Eric isso foi jogo de futebol ou desastre de automóvel!;-)))Karochahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12584628956323471134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13301582.post-89560033443076830652008-07-08T09:22:00.000+01:002008-07-08T09:22:00.000+01:00Parece trivela!<BR/><BR/>bjoas velas ardem ate ao fimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07261763695447702000noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13301582.post-46030215092625843502008-07-08T08:54:00.000+01:002008-07-08T08:54:00.000+01:00he he, desta vez foi coisa pouca: nem ruptura de ligamentos, nem perónio fissurado nem nada, enfim, apenas uma entorse com uma batata aqui quem vem do perónio e vai pró tarso, ou pró talo ou lá o que é (tu corrige-me, rapariga) uma mariquice, portanto.<BR/><BR/>ps.(r) entretanto o Piotr baldou-se mesmo à francesa, pelo que parece que vai ter que ser aí na central de compras um dia destes. Depois combinamos todos e vamos degustar o prato típico regional de Lisboa: o bitoque.Eric Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185671664550657174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13301582.post-4447558715210007072008-07-08T02:02:00.000+01:002008-07-08T02:02:00.000+01:00quê, ja desteze cabo das gambias outra vez??? cum caneco, só tu dás conta do SNS....Cristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12760090539211279211noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13301582.post-68397359020260626532008-07-07T23:14:00.000+01:002008-07-07T23:14:00.000+01:00combinado...Seu_Mishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07727317361184630863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13301582.post-38753044486964048512008-07-07T21:51:00.000+01:002008-07-07T21:51:00.000+01:00LOOOOLLLLLLLLKarochahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12584628956323471134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13301582.post-22829648288860628222008-07-07T21:38:00.000+01:002008-07-07T21:38:00.000+01:00O futebol Português ia tornar-se sério.<BR/>O primeiro ministro ia cumprir as promessas...<BR/><BR/>andas fumar essa merda outra vezAna Camarrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13130015171610867994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13301582.post-24486121619388901772008-07-07T17:52:00.000+01:002008-07-07T17:52:00.000+01:00o futebol português ia tornar-se sério, António?! E ninguém me avisou!...Eric Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185671664550657174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13301582.post-76137334419271947882008-07-07T17:21:00.000+01:002008-07-07T17:21:00.000+01:00nã, Frank, ainda consigo andar; não cumpro, pois, os requisitos necessáriosEric Blairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04185671664550657174noreply@blogger.com