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Thursday, August 27, 2009
The windmills of my mind
Se na padaria se compra pão, na drogaria... drogas?
E se na cervejaria, cerveja, na retrosaria... retrasados?
E se na pastelaria, pastéis, na mouraria... mouros.
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Na leitaria, leite. Na peixaria, peixe. Na frutaria, fruta. Na putaria ...
August 31, 2009 at 3:29 PM
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Na leitaria, leite. Na peixaria, peixe. Na frutaria, fruta. Na putaria ...
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