<?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-5891824485998551661</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:34:34.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONFISSÕES DE UM GORDO</title><subtitle type='html'>Falando sobre aquilo que nem um pretinho básico disfarça</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-6598458913034739980</id><published>2009-04-23T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:25:15.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anotem!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-weight: bold; font-family:verdana;font-size:20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/folha/ciencia/ult306u552167.shtml"&gt;Remoção de amígdalas eleva risco de sobrepeso&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 48px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:20px;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 165px;" src="http://img401.imageshack.us/img401/1465/obeso1ao5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Viu gente! fiquei assim pq tirei as amigdalas quando criança, nao sao os ossos largos, nao é a genética, não é pq sou baixinha.... SAO AS A-M-I-G-D-A-L-A-S!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891824485998551661-6598458913034739980?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/6598458913034739980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=6598458913034739980&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/6598458913034739980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/6598458913034739980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2009/04/anotem.html' title='Anotem!!!!'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-3813919263687862145</id><published>2009-03-25T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T06:38:34.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Observação do obvio- Parte 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 402px; height: 581px;" src="http://buzz.globo.com/files/136/2009/03/chocolate-pes-jb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FATO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891824485998551661-3813919263687862145?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/3813919263687862145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=3813919263687862145&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/3813919263687862145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/3813919263687862145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2009/03/observacao-do-obvio-parte-2.html' title='Observação do obvio- Parte 2'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-5146588939239597242</id><published>2009-02-09T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:50:14.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barriguinha saliente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ego.globo.com/Gente/Noticias/0,,MUL992433-9798,00-REESE+WHITERSPOON+EXIBE+BARRIGUINHA+SALIENTE+EM+PASSEIO+NA+CALIFORNIA.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ego: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Reese &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whiflsohfsndosspoon&lt;/span&gt; exibe barriguinha saliente em passeio na Califórnia"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 332px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SZCXYr_H_FI/AAAAAAAAADY/KgbI8WUQMLk/s400/Imagem2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300903211795217490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Taí a natureza sendo justa, equilibrando tudo pra que ninguém fique em total desvantagem. Nossa musa inspiradora, Preta Gil, é uma ótimo exemplo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ego.globo.com/Entretenimento/Ego/foto/0,,11867120-EX,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 230px;" src="http://ego.globo.com/Entretenimento/Ego/foto/0,,11867120-EX,00.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ego.globo.com/Gente/foto/0,,15186904-GDV,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 372px;" src="http://ego.globo.com/Gente/foto/0,,15186904-GDV,00.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ego.globo.com/Entretenimento/Ego/foto/0,,10957661,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 253px;" src="http://ego.globo.com/Entretenimento/Ego/foto/0,,10957661,00.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.egonocarnaval.globolog.com.br/preta%20e%20luis%20oliveira.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 322px;" src="http://www.egonocarnaval.globolog.com.br/preta%20e%20luis%20oliveira.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.realizanews.com.br/imagens/noticias/thumb/eb7cfef6ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 283px;" src="http://www.realizanews.com.br/imagens/noticias/thumb/eb7cfef6ba.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://marcelosalgado.zip.net/images/preta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 300px;" src="http://marcelosalgado.zip.net/images/preta.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(para as lésbicas de plantão ficarem atentas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... falei que engordei nas férias?  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th49.photobucket.com/albums/f257/KevinMartin997/4chan%20and%20other%20crap/th_smile.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 33px; height: 33px;" src="http://th49.photobucket.com/albums/f257/KevinMartin997/4chan%20and%20other%20crap/th_smile.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5891824485998551661-5146588939239597242?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/5146588939239597242/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=5146588939239597242&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/5146588939239597242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/5146588939239597242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2009/02/barriguinha-saliente.html' title='Barriguinha saliente'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SZCXYr_H_FI/AAAAAAAAADY/KgbI8WUQMLk/s72-c/Imagem2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-709474391833536846</id><published>2009-01-21T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:03:43.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A arte da paquera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://oglobo.globo.com/blogs/moreira/post.asp?t=academia-troca-pesos-por-pessoas&amp;amp;cod_Post=155302&amp;amp;a=88"&gt;Clique aqui.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O diálogo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iai... Quer me pegar/levantar lá em casa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOSHO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891824485998551661-709474391833536846?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/709474391833536846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=709474391833536846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/709474391833536846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/709474391833536846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2009/01/arte-da-paquera.html' title='A arte da paquera'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-6489187326602158888</id><published>2008-12-04T17:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T17:53:21.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indicios de que vc é gordo (parte 2)</title><content type='html'>Quando vc procura na internet a noite o que vc vai comer amanha. E não, não é comida para dieta.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GORDO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891824485998551661-6489187326602158888?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/6489187326602158888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=6489187326602158888&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/6489187326602158888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/6489187326602158888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2008/12/indicios-de-que-vc-gordo-parte-2.html' title='Indicios de que vc é gordo (parte 2)'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-2093480567476706739</id><published>2008-11-26T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:57:55.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Auto-explicativo</title><content type='html'>É só clicar na imagem ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SS3aPNnqSWI/AAAAAAAAADI/CiPGqmJoaGc/s1600-h/gloss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SS3aPNnqSWI/AAAAAAAAADI/CiPGqmJoaGc/s400/gloss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273110693609621858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roubado descaradamente da edição de outubro (ou novembro) de 2008 da Gloss &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891824485998551661-2093480567476706739?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/2093480567476706739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=2093480567476706739&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/2093480567476706739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/2093480567476706739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2008/11/auto-explicativo.html' title='Auto-explicativo'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SS3aPNnqSWI/AAAAAAAAADI/CiPGqmJoaGc/s72-c/gloss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-2615841834558365852</id><published>2008-11-25T08:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T08:26:12.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alguém dá um tapa no redator do Ego?</title><content type='html'>Na cara, com a mão cheia. Bofetada com gosto. Motivo do meu ódio? &lt;a href="http://ego.globo.com/Gente/Noticias/0,,MUL875087-9798,00-VANESSA+HUDGENS+SE+DESCUIDA+E+DEIXA+GORDURINHAS+A+MOSTRA.html"&gt;Essa matéria aqui!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha Nossa Senhora da Bicicletinha, dai-me equilíbrio! Mulher &lt;strike&gt;no peso ideal&lt;/strike&gt; não-gorda é o que pra esse povo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/7852/anorexia67aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 360px;" src="http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/7852/anorexia67aa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beijosmeliga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gente, não tô defendendo a obesidade. Excesso de peso causa sérios problemas de saúde e a gente não tá falando pra geral fazer filinha no Mac Donalds como forma de protesto contra a ditadura da magreza. Coma uma salada, verduras, legumes... E depois 'bora alí tomar um sorvete! Torta de maçã, chocotone, sei lá eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bitsmag.com.br/20080416914/cidadao/lei-francesa-contra-culto-a-extrema-magreza.html"&gt;Isso me lembra aquela proposta de lei contra a anorexia na França.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/5891824485998551661-2615841834558365852?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/2615841834558365852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=2615841834558365852&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/2615841834558365852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/2615841834558365852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2008/11/algum-d-um-tapa-no-redator-do-ego.html' title='Alguém dá um tapa no redator do Ego?'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-5540890954738782429</id><published>2008-11-24T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:02:29.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulheres obesas sofrem mais estresse (?)</title><content type='html'>Segundo &lt;a href="http://cienciaesaude.uol.com.br/ultnot/bbc/2008/11/19/ult4432u1829.jhtm"&gt;o UOL&lt;/a&gt; , isso acontece por que pessoas obesas tem mais chances de perder o emprego, serem vítimas do crime ou cometê-los, enfrentar problemas financeiros...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analisando:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emprego =&gt; Escolha uma área boa, que tenha váááários gordos, modelo de moda especial é um deles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Criminalidade (vítima/criminoso) =&gt; Gordos são &lt;a href="http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2008/11/observao-do-bvio.html"&gt;mais difíceis de seqüestrar&lt;/a&gt;. Agora quanto a ser criminoso... não se arrisque, principalmente se for assaltante. 1º: você vai ser notado; 2º: como você vai correr pra fugir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problemas financeiros =&gt; se é gordo, tem o que comer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No fim das contas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://documentotupiniquim.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/gordo-havaiano.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Eu tô bem, porra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891824485998551661-5540890954738782429?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/5540890954738782429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=5540890954738782429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/5540890954738782429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/5540890954738782429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2008/11/mulheres-obesas-sofrem-mais-estresse.html' title='Mulheres obesas sofrem mais estresse (?)'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-5392914741417326198</id><published>2008-11-21T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:44:28.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>É antiga, mas vale a pena ser ressaltada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ego.globo.com/Gente/Noticias/0,,MUL606418-9798,00-KAROLINA+KURKOVA+EXIBE+GORDURINHA+E+CELULITE+NA+SAO+PAULO+FASHION+WEEK.html"&gt;Ego: Karolina Kurkova exibe gordurinha e celulite na Sao Paulo Fashion Week&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 602px; height: 452px;" src="http://ego.globo.com/Gente/foto/0,,14913127-EXH,00.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tá certo que o corpo dela é meio estranho, mas no dia que eu for gorda que nem ela, como uma panela de brigadeiro pra comemorar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891824485998551661-5392914741417326198?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/5392914741417326198/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=5392914741417326198&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/5392914741417326198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/5392914741417326198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2008/11/antiga-mas-vale-pena-ser-ressaltada.html' title='É antiga, mas vale a pena ser ressaltada'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-1369442993862566892</id><published>2008-11-18T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:35:15.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Não tenho e nem quero ter barriga de tanquinho"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ego.globo.com/Gente/Noticias/0,,MUL859310-9798,00-GIANECHINNI+CHEGA+AOS+DIZENDO+NAO+TENHO+NEM+QUERO+TER+BARRIGA+DE+TANQUINHO.html"&gt;Ego: Giannechini chega aos 36 dizendo: "Não tenho e nem quero ter uma barriga de tanquinho"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A gente adora essa gente que vai ficando velha e começa a fazer essas entrevistas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;filosóficas e contemporâneas&lt;/span&gt; pra revistas e sites de fofoca, falando sobre estética e idade. Achamos bem legal é quando falam que não se importam com a idade, que não se acham bonitos e que não ligam pra aparência, que estão aí pra oferecer seu "trabalho". Hã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver neguinho &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASSIM &lt;/span&gt;dizendo isso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 182px;" src="http://ofuxico.terra.com.br/admin/smarty/templates/img_upload/2008/08/eri-nota333x255.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- touch my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gianechinni é bonito? Confere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gianechinni é inteligente? Hm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gianechinni é bom ator?... Tá um lindo dia, hein?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mas NAONDE ele não tem tanquinho?&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 782px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/31/102193802_8c55344ba2_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- O importante é o que vem de dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Só pra completar o pacotinho hipocrisia, né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te prepara, Giane. Depois dos 40, tu vê só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5891824485998551661-1369442993862566892?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/1369442993862566892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=1369442993862566892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/1369442993862566892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/1369442993862566892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2008/11/aniversrio.html' title='&quot;Não tenho e nem quero ter barriga de tanquinho&quot;'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-6195990245431442243</id><published>2008-11-15T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:54:00.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento Militância</title><content type='html'>Lendo &lt;a href="http://www.tolicesdoorkut.com/"&gt;Tolices do Orkut&lt;/a&gt;, me deparei com essa "ownação":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img526.imageshack.us/img526/893/fatowned1ni4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 636px; height: 626px;" src="http://img526.imageshack.us/img526/893/fatowned1ni4.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela podia ser o Monstro do Lago Ness, mas ele podia fazer a Kátia Cega e fingir que não viu, né? O tópico afundaria e ninguém lembraria do ocorrido. Mas não, preferiu humilhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá, ela se acha H-O-R-R-O-R-E-S (constatei pelo perfil dela, que não vou publicar), mas em boca fechada não entra mosquito, né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como a gente é gordo e odeia quem gonga nossa classe /petista, a gente gonga quem gonga. Entendeu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por questões de responsabilidade jurídica, eis o &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile.aspx?uid=9556457493381109716"&gt;gatynio 100sassão do verão&lt;/a&gt;. Qualquer coisa, vale lembrar que perfil de orkut é público. Boa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gozadinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891824485998551661-6195990245431442243?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/6195990245431442243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=6195990245431442243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/6195990245431442243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/6195990245431442243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2008/11/momento-militncia.html' title='Momento Militância'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-2680242441263543597</id><published>2008-11-14T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:53:28.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Observação do Óbvio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kibeloco.globolog.com.br/Constatacao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 471px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.kibeloco.globolog.com.br/Constatacao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, em tempos de violência, ser gordo é uma bênção!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chupado descaradamente do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kibeloco.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kibeloco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891824485998551661-2680242441263543597?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/2680242441263543597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=2680242441263543597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/2680242441263543597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/2680242441263543597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2008/11/observao-do-bvio.html' title='Observação do Óbvio'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-1139410405222094574</id><published>2008-11-13T09:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:59:55.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>G*L*A*M</title><content type='html'>Sempre rola aquela história de que ser magra/gostosa é bom porque qualquer trapo da Marisa fica um arraso.&lt;br /&gt;Em termos é verdade. Meio foda ficar com as banhas aparecendo, mas de resto, gordo que é gordo há algum tempo tem as manhas e se vira fácil.&lt;br /&gt;O quê? Tu discorda? Magro é sempre chic? Aé? Fala isso pra Brunet então!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRxdpVdrJEI/AAAAAAAAADA/eZHmz1P3AJ0/s1600-h/0,,15894105-EXH,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268188628834264130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRxdpVdrJEI/AAAAAAAAADA/eZHmz1P3AJ0/s320/0,,15894105-EXH,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Não, não é só glamour que te falta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Quero ver a &lt;a href="http://www.elenamiro.com/pt/index.asp"&gt;Elena Miró&lt;/a&gt; me por num treco desses!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891824485998551661-1139410405222094574?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/1139410405222094574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=1139410405222094574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/1139410405222094574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/1139410405222094574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2008/11/chic.html' title='G*L*A*M'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRxdpVdrJEI/AAAAAAAAADA/eZHmz1P3AJ0/s72-c/0,,15894105-EXH,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-2502572814736018248</id><published>2008-11-09T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:12:30.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Em prol da classe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/folha/ilustrada/ult90u465607.shtml"&gt;Folha online: Preta Gil diz que abrirá ONG para mulheres fora do padrão de beleza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Olha, a gente zuper apóia a Preta, mesmo não tendo a menor idéia do que ela irá fazer e como  vai fazer, mas ela é nosso ícone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fat power&lt;/span&gt; e, além do mais, a gente faz a mesma coisa e, assim como ela, ninguém sabe como e pra quê.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preta, a gente über te adora, e usando o teu sorriso a gente pede:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 255px;" src="http://ofuxico.terra.com.br/admin/smarty/templates/img_upload/2007/11/PretaGil-333-FP-nova.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ajuda a gente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891824485998551661-2502572814736018248?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/2502572814736018248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=2502572814736018248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/2502572814736018248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/2502572814736018248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2008/11/ong.html' title='Em prol da classe'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-7748837205933030403</id><published>2008-11-06T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:09:29.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me chama que eu processo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.famosidades.com.br/v2/gerador/paginas_geradas/noticias/noticias_mod_9340.htm"&gt;Famosidades: "Preta Gil ganha a ação movida contra a Rede TV!"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Olha sóam, a gente zuper apoia a Preta Gil ter processado a Rede TV! por ter feito essa brincadeira de mal gosto, a gente também é gordo e tmb não iria gostar.  Sabe aquela história que só um gordo pode chamar um outro de gordo? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SReJoD_yZ6I/AAAAAAAAACo/lnaX1sV0jO4/s320/Imagem4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266829610593707938" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Preta, pode chamar a gente de gordo que a gente não te processa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891824485998551661-7748837205933030403?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/7748837205933030403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=7748837205933030403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/7748837205933030403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/7748837205933030403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2008/11/famosidades-preta-gil-ganha-ao-movida.html' title='Me chama que eu processo'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SReJoD_yZ6I/AAAAAAAAACo/lnaX1sV0jO4/s72-c/Imagem4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-3928140219767079861</id><published>2008-11-02T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:45:34.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Fat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tenho amigas que são dançarinas de Dança do Ventre. Bom, mais do que a dança em si, eu super-adoro as histórias delas no Egito (os egípcios "importam" muitas dançarinas estrangeiras porque as muçulmanas não podem expôr a cara na Medina... Isso é coisa de mulher espetaculosa!). Um dia uma delas contou que na temporada que fez lá ela recebeu várias propostas de casamento. Um carinha lá chegou a oferecer 12 camelos (D-O-Z-E-C-A-M-E-L-O-S) pra casar com ela. Sei lá como funciona a taxa cambial camelo-real, só sei que parecia muita coisa, porque ela tava toda se achando. Magrinha, dança bem e tem cara oferecendo camelo pra casar com ela. Tem mulher que tem tudo nessa vida! Entra ano, sai ano e lá se vai mais uma leva de meninas fazer temporada lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse grupo tinha uma que é liiinda. Gordinha e tal, mas tem um rosto perfeito. E eis que ela volta, linda e sorridente... Ofereceram VINTE camelos por ela. É, aquela coisa de árabe gostar de mulher que enche a cama não é lenda urbana não!&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 308px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://souddd.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/camelo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The mistress of your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu, particularmente, culpo a &lt;a href="http://fashionation.files.wordpress.com/2006/10/twiggy02.jpg"&gt;Twiggy&lt;/a&gt; por essa ditadura da magreza. Antes dela, sexy eram as curvas da &lt;a href="http://www.amoeba.com/dynamic-images/blog/Job/Marilyn-Monroe-oversized-postcard--.jpg"&gt;Marilyn&lt;/a&gt; que, com seus quilinhos a mais... Bom, não preciso falar da Mrs Monroe! E todo mundo adorava isso. Curvas não eram apreciadas apenas na terra do Habbib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje eu fiquei feliz de novo! Sempre vejo notícias sobre gordinhos que são relacionadas à hipertensão, diabetes tipo II e coisas do tipo. Então, amigas com quilinhos a mais... &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/portuguese/reporterbbc/story/2008/10/081031_pesosexo_mp.shtml"&gt;SORRIAM&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5891824485998551661-3928140219767079861?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/3928140219767079861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=3928140219767079861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/3928140219767079861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/3928140219767079861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2008/11/sexy-fat.html' title='Sexy Fat'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-2913850780676196377</id><published>2008-11-01T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T07:37:18.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tamanho especial</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hoje é sábado e eu estou nesse momento ápice da vida social de um gordo em fins de semana, com um chocolate na mão. LÓÓÓÓÓÓGICO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Como atualmente nao tem rolado muito assunto, resolvi seguir o ex&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;emplo do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://magro.tipos.com.br/sobre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;blog do nosso amigo oposto: O magro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; e fazer um post educativo/qualitativo/sem e com fins lucrativos (que mulher nao gosta de roupas?). A maioria de estilistas/lojas, fazem roupas para modelos assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 376px; height: 490px;" src="http://images.askmen.com/galleries/model/gisele-bundchen/pictures/gisele-bundchen-picture-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Drop Dead Bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas se vc é gordo, o bom senso te diz pra nao usar listras horizontais, blusas largas que vão até abaixo do quadril e tons escuros, certo? Então, vamos atras de lojas de roupas, primeiro as baratas, que tem maiôs como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.mercadolivre.com.br/jm/img?s=MLB&amp;amp;f=75005272_5656.jpg&amp;amp;v=P"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;esse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; (coisa que em sã consciência vc nao usaria, a nao ser que vc seja uma senhora que ja está na menopausa a no mínimo 20 anos e alem disso, vc nao mora perto de praia e mesmo se morasse, com certeza vc nao vai a ela). Entao partiremos pra loja cara, do tipo que mesmo em promoção, a roupa n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ao sai a menos de 200 reais. Vc procura, acha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.programmoda.com.br/prod/fotoG_1403.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; e pensa: "Isso eu nao usaria nem se fosse de graça".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas e quando vc não tá nem aí? Tá certo, vc não tá feliz com o seu corpo, mas não vai morrer ou criar rugas por causa disso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Ligue o foda-se, seja feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SQ3pejVSpvI/AAAAAAAAACI/I42S2TH9_Vs/s320/ziper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264120250555868914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAS FECHA CARALHO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891824485998551661-2913850780676196377?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/2913850780676196377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=2913850780676196377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/2913850780676196377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/2913850780676196377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2008/11/moda-para-gordos.html' title='Tamanho especial'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SQ3pejVSpvI/AAAAAAAAACI/I42S2TH9_Vs/s72-c/ziper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-8067974814079223181</id><published>2008-10-31T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T09:00:53.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dieta pá-PUM!</title><content type='html'>Ôpa! A eterna morena gostosa do Tchan (cê jura que alguém lembra da existência da primeira?! Nem o Google sabe direito quem era!) voltou a ser gostosa. &lt;a href="http://ego.globo.com/Gente/Noticias/0,,MUL843881-9798,00-NAO+VEJO+A+HORA+DE+ENGRAVIDAR+NOVAMENTE+DIZ+SCHEILA+CARVALHO.html"&gt;Dietinha básica&lt;/a&gt;, claroam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destaque para:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Mas você comia quanto disso?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comia 100g de carboidrato e 100g de proteína, o que dá mais ou menos uma batata e cinco claras de ovos, de três em três horas." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aqui fica a nossa dica: a moda para este verão é...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...emagrecer peidando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891824485998551661-8067974814079223181?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/8067974814079223181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=8067974814079223181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/8067974814079223181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/8067974814079223181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2008/10/dietas-suspeitas.html' title='Dieta pá-PUM!'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-2078893673830602181</id><published>2008-10-28T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T09:13:15.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O homem é um animal</title><content type='html'>Cheguei à conclusão que não posso assistir o Animal Planet. Essa história de "observe a matilha reunida enquanto come o animal recém caçado", comigo, funciona melhor que Biotônico Fontoura! É só chegar na hora em que animal é abatido que eu já tô na frente da TV trucidando monstruosamente um prato de macarrão. Com molho espalhado pela cara inteira, claro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"MOOOOOOOORAM TOMATES!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891824485998551661-2078893673830602181?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/2078893673830602181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=2078893673830602181&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/2078893673830602181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/2078893673830602181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-homem-um-animal.html' title='O homem é um animal'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-4136035725711744513</id><published>2008-10-26T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:49:30.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas que me irritam</title><content type='html'>Dentre várias coisas que me emputecem, além da &lt;a href="http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-britney-fat-bitch.html"&gt;extreme-makeover&lt;/a&gt; é a mudança por papel. Todo o mundo lembra da &lt;a href="http://www.breakitdownblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/charlize-theron-hot-monster-comparison.jpg"&gt;Charlize Theron em Monster&lt;/a&gt; né? &lt;div&gt;Agora a última novidade é a nossa musa epilética Bion-c (vulgo Beyoncé), que para interpretar um papel no cinema, teve que engordar 7 kg e teve que se transformar nisso:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://image.ig.com.br/chic/imagens/1336001-1336500/1336030.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E vc que é pobre?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Agora vamos ao que me emputece: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Bion-c engorda 7kg e parece mais gorda do que eu;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fica feia desse jeito e vai ganhar alguns milhões e um provável Oscar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daqui a alguns dias ela vai estar linda e gostosa dançando na tv.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;E terminando o post na depressao e tendo a certeza que nao tenho a força de vontade de ambas, vamos a um comentário da nossa musa baranga Mor:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 468px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 413px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/10_02/MonsterBWP_468x413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:small;"&gt;Die ugly people die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Então galerë, vamos juntar a &lt;a href="http://musica.uol.com.br/ultnot/2006/08/23/ult89u6881.jhtm"&gt;água, o limão e a pimenta &lt;/a&gt;e mandar bala na dieta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891824485998551661-4136035725711744513?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/4136035725711744513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=4136035725711744513&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/4136035725711744513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/4136035725711744513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2008/10/coisas-que-me-irritam.html' title='Coisas que me irritam'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-4234710257978107398</id><published>2008-10-25T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T10:36:14.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E quando vc engorda?</title><content type='html'>Já falamos de pessoas que emagreceram, agora vamos falar de pessoas que engordaram...&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 175px;" src="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/folha/especial/2002/casadosartistas2/images/rafael_banho.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Manhê, vem passar sabonete no meu corpo sarado na casa dos artistas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mas e depois que a fama passa, o dinheiro acaba e a casa dos artistas nem existe mais, o que acontece?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.hoteliernews.com.br/HotelierNews/Hn.Admin/UpLoads4/Imagens/2008/0201/ca038528-7155-4de9-ab23-12b93240d811/2408.%20rafael%20vanucci.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dolly, Dolly guaraná, Dolly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891824485998551661-4234710257978107398?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/4234710257978107398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=4234710257978107398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/4234710257978107398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/4234710257978107398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2008/10/e-quando-vc-engorda.html' title='E quando vc engorda?'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-5377979738681439574</id><published>2008-10-25T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:53:16.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre emagrecer</title><content type='html'>Se ele consegue, nós também podemos conseguir....&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SQNOiDZdTgI/AAAAAAAAABc/GstOTZWD9-Y/s320/Imagem2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261135136633474562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Quanto será um travesti no posto 9?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891824485998551661-5377979738681439574?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/5377979738681439574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=5377979738681439574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/5377979738681439574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/5377979738681439574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2008/10/sobre-emagrecer.html' title='Sobre emagrecer'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SQNOiDZdTgI/AAAAAAAAABc/GstOTZWD9-Y/s72-c/Imagem2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-6081058774862321929</id><published>2008-10-24T19:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:14:55.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Banha Fitness</title><content type='html'>E quando você é gordo E MALHA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.iconocast.com/S00004/V5/News6_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 264px;" src="http://www.iconocast.com/S00004/V5/News6_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let's get physical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quando você corre lindo na esteira, se sentindo um queniano vendo a faixa da chegada na São Silvestre? Quando bota metade do seu peso corporal em anilhas numa barra pra malhar músculos do peito e o dobro pra malhar coxa? Quando você volta pra casa e pergunta que chuva &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;benloca &lt;/span&gt;foi essa que você tomou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;VOCÊS SABEM O QUE É ISSO, MINHA GENTE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;sabe não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você praticamente o WaterWorld &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in locu&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zifodeno &lt;/span&gt;nas abdominais, com um instrutor pentelho achando linda tua cara de dor e sofrimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem culpa eu, hein?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá que eu como &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aquela &lt;/span&gt;macaxeira com carne assada... um cuscuzinho básico... uns pãezinhos... mas OI NÉ, eu não fico fazendo hidroginástica e fazendo caminhadinha a 4km/h em 5min na esteira, nem carregando anilha de 500g por aí. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEVANTAR PESO CANSA, CARALHO!&lt;/span&gt; Aí tem que repor de algum jeito :~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu devia parar de comer à noite.&lt;br /&gt;Eu devia parar de comer doce.&lt;br /&gt;Eu devia parar de comer...&lt;br /&gt;Ai, chega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certo, tô mais pra vencedor de gincana escolar &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;do primário&lt;/span&gt; do que queniano na São Silvestre no quesito "exercícios aeróbicos", mas correr "parado" não é lá a coisa mais divertida do mundo. Gente, eu malho de manhã, a TV da academia fica passando &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mais Você&lt;/span&gt; ou &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoje em Dia&lt;/span&gt;, ou seja, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;opção, where art thou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SQKJqcNevJI/AAAAAAAAABE/7xoaKsPNZwI/s1600-h/18_mvg_ana2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SQKJqcNevJI/AAAAAAAAABE/7xoaKsPNZwI/s200/18_mvg_ana2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260918676942404754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;ÃHÃHÃHÃHÃHÃHÃHÃHÃHÃHÃ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gzooz &lt;/span&gt;é &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pacaninha &lt;/span&gt;conosco e nos propicia eventos e realidades que amenizam nossa dor e sofrimento: o instrutor é barrigudo. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;RÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alivia, gente. Pelo menos enquanto eu tô lá c'os pesinhos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nas mões&lt;/span&gt;, alivia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891824485998551661-6081058774862321929?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/6081058774862321929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=6081058774862321929&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/6081058774862321929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/6081058774862321929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2008/10/banha-fitness.html' title='Banha Fitness'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SQKJqcNevJI/AAAAAAAAABE/7xoaKsPNZwI/s72-c/18_mvg_ana2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-1128810449762068594</id><published>2008-10-13T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:01:42.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O sujo falando do mal lavado</title><content type='html'>Eu nunca tive paranóia com gordura, no máximo um momento que eu me olhava no espelho e pensava "tô gordinha, preciso emagrecer", mas isso era muito rápido, logo depois eu voltava ao normal. Tenho amigas que tomam horrores daqueles remédios. Nem louca q eu vou ficar me sujeitando a ficar tomando remédios e como conseqüencia tendo um monte de efeitos colaterais por causa de paranóia de gordo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas na verdade não é sobre isso que eu vim falar aqui, pq pelo título isso é óbvio. Vamos lá. Quando eu conheci meu atual marido, ele me disse que se eu fosse uma garota esquelética, ele não teria prolongado o relacionamento. Só que esses dias eu tava com ele na sala, ele olhou pra minha "barriguinha" e disse:&lt;br /&gt;— Nossa, você tá gordinha, hein?&lt;br /&gt;— É, mas no dia que você tiver uma barriga de tanquinho, a gente volta a tocar nesse assunto. — respondi.&lt;br /&gt;— ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891824485998551661-1128810449762068594?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/1128810449762068594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=1128810449762068594&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/1128810449762068594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/1128810449762068594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-sujo-falando-do-mal-lavado.html' title='O sujo falando do mal lavado'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-8490215575028376317</id><published>2008-10-06T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:00:12.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando vc detecta que está com um problema - Parte II</title><content type='html'>Quando vc está em uma conferência do MSN e fazem a pergunta: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Oq vcs estao comendo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E a resposta: Chocolate, pipoca doce, lasanha e um homem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5891824485998551661-8490215575028376317?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/8490215575028376317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=8490215575028376317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/8490215575028376317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/8490215575028376317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2008/10/quando-vc-detecta-que-est-com-um.html' title='Quando vc detecta que está com um problema - Parte II'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-9149093426149552217</id><published>2008-09-20T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:04:58.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quanto pesa?</title><content type='html'>Quando vc pensa que o quando o Ego não tem assunto e pra manter o site e por esse motivo eles tiram leite de pedra, você está certo!&lt;div&gt;Acabaram de criar um &lt;a href="http://ego.globo.com/Gente/Noticias/0,,MUL766633-9798,00-QUANTO+PESA+CAROLINA+DIECKMANN+E+DEBORAH+SECCO+DE+O+SEU+PALPITE.html"&gt;jogo que vc tem que adivinhar quanto algumas atrizes pesam.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até ai tudo bem, tudas tem um corpo bonito, sao boazudas, fazem sucesso... Quero ver é eles botarem pra adivinhar o peso da:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher melancia e o da&lt;a href="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj208/sempretops/liv-tyler-bikini-1.jpg"&gt; Liv Tyler &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5891824485998551661-9149093426149552217?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/9149093426149552217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=9149093426149552217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/9149093426149552217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/9149093426149552217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2008/09/quanto-pesa.html' title='Quanto pesa?'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-1445125077989160778</id><published>2008-09-18T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:10:33.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu tenho celulite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SNLPlwwng7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/dc2G5i1NfdI/s1600-h/Imagem2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SNLPlwwng7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/dc2G5i1NfdI/s320/Imagem2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247484763490976690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O&lt;a href="http://ofuxico.terra.com.br/materia/noticia/2008/09/18/atrizes-assumem-suas-celulites-em-campanha-inusitada-90173.htm"&gt; Fuxico&lt;/a&gt; : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SNLRB-FpAPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VjvhWSnU8MA/s320/Imagem4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247486347616780530" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elas tem celulite? Sério? nós também!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Agora eles poderiam contar uma novidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891824485998551661-1445125077989160778?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/1445125077989160778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=1445125077989160778&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/1445125077989160778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/1445125077989160778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2008/09/eu-tenho-celulite.html' title='Eu tenho celulite'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SNLPlwwng7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/dc2G5i1NfdI/s72-c/Imagem2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-8524553412200321861</id><published>2008-09-16T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:38:25.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tô de regime.</title><content type='html'>Sim, a frase mais falada entre nós gordos é: "Segunda-feira eu começo o regime". Nós somos exemplos vivos que isso não é verdade, né gente?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas um caso a parte, quando vc vai a um evento, vê as fotos depois e se sente uma pata choca? normal, até ai tudo bem.  Mas e quando os seus amigos te acham igual uma pata choca? Hora de tomar vergonha na cara, não é verdad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e? Ai segunda feira chega.... e agora?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom, no meu caso, chegou segunda-feira falei que iria pra academia de manhã, logo depois que eu pagasse as contas (segunda feira é o dia que tenho aula a noite). Paguei conta e dirigindo, vi uma loja de suplementos (coisa que eu conheço bem e que vcs só irão tomar por recomendação de um nutricionista) e pensei em comprar alguma coisinha pra me ajudar nessa etapa tão dificil da minha vida (ir pra academia), cheguei, entrei e deu que o meu guarda-roupa ta parecendo uma farmácia, com coisas que eu vou usar agora e depois de emagrecer. Saindo da loja de suplementos vi que podia ir a tarde e voltei pra casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dentro das nossas conferências diárias do meio-dia, fizemos uma corrente de oração, pq só com a ajuda do Sinhô Gzooz pra nos dar força de sair da cama e fazer alguma coisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No final das contas, fui pra academia, ao chegar, fiquei 1 hora conversando com o meu amigo até ele me chutar e me botar pra treinar. E hoje eu to aqui, cansada, dolorida e de regime... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                        Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://baixaki.ig.com.br/imagens/wpapers/BXK10909_aaap7030024800.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                              &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pata Choca NO MORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891824485998551661-8524553412200321861?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/8524553412200321861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=8524553412200321861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/8524553412200321861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/8524553412200321861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2008/09/t-de-regime.html' title='Tô de regime.'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-6677808250829515867</id><published>2008-09-14T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:54:53.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnaval</title><content type='html'>A maioria dos brasileiros gostam de carnaval (nós não), talvez por que tenha a maior concentração de mulher gostosa e semi-nua por polegadas de televisão. Mas se você é gordo, é na hora da fantasia é que os seus problemas começam. &lt;div&gt;Se você for a uma festa, talvez dê certo uma fantasia de Jô Soares ou Faustão. Mas caso você saia em alguma escola de samba, seu problema é ainda maior, mas sempre há uma solução: Se vc tiver uma idade mais avançada e um equilibrio de ninja, pode ficar rodando na ala das baianas. Mas se você for mais novo, por que nao ser um Rei Momo em busca da sua rainha?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://imgs.sidneyrezende.com/srzd/upload/m/u/mulher_melancia13.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                    &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Possível candidata a mulher do Rei Momo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sim, ela seria uma possível candidata, pois tem todos os atributos. Mas não, vai ser rainha da bateria e sair de biquini pra quem quiser ver. Seguindo a linha Watermelon woman:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;            &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                 Pra vocês invejosos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://imgs.sidneyrezende.com/srzd/upload/m/u/mulher_melancia6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                      &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KISS OUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; UGLY AND FAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ASSES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5891824485998551661-6677808250829515867?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/6677808250829515867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=6677808250829515867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/6677808250829515867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/6677808250829515867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2008/09/maioria-dos-brasileiros-gostam-de.html' title='Carnaval'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-1842722094884536356</id><published>2008-09-10T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:59:51.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Make-Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Existe uma coisa que me emputece em relação às celebs: capacidade monetária de se reinventar em tempo recorde. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eis que nossa musa surtada teve coragem de se mostrar em público assim, no ano passado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://mischismes.1blogs.es/wp-content/blogs.dir/435/files/britney-gorda.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Britney veste Daspu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tá, obesa ela não tava... Mas tava longe de ser a &lt;strike&gt;gostosinha&lt;/strike&gt; queridinha da América que ela era. Longe de ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2008/09/08/mtv08_11_narrowweb__300x428,0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's Britney, bitch!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Que fique registrado: Britney era melhor gorda e surtada, assim como a Madonna causava mais nos tempos de biscate. Dá licensa, vou comer um chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891824485998551661-1842722094884536356?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/1842722094884536356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=1842722094884536356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/1842722094884536356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/1842722094884536356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-britney-fat-bitch.html' title='Extreme Make-Over'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-8763767272103552004</id><published>2008-09-08T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T06:56:07.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como se livrar das porcarias do final de semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sabadão, hein? Depois de uma exaustiva semana de dieta e exercícios rigorosos (vamos acreditar), nada melhor do que AQUELA relaxada. Muito bem relaxada, diga-se de passagem. Durante a semana, você todo pimpão(ona) se acha o máximo por perder 1kg, e no final de semana ganha 3kg. E não, "a cara tava tão boa" não é uma desculpa plausível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, porém, no entanto, contudo e/ou todavia [/clichê], há umas dicas de como driblar a sua gula. Confira:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Comida congelada. Coma lasanhas, pizzas, pães de queijo. Você deve estar pensando: "como assim? não são  dicas de como DRIBLAR a gula?". Não se preocupe. Na hora do cozimento, se a embalagem recomenda 10 minutos, asse em 5 e coma assim mesmo. Aquele gostinho de queijo congelado e massa aguada vão fazer você broxar de uma forma magnífica dessas guloseimas "3 minutos e pronto".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Festa de criança. Vá, pelo menos 1 vez a cada 1 ou 2 meses, a uma festa infantil, dando preferência a festinhas de tia pobre. Se possível, ande com ela o tempo todo, tia pobre adora empurrar comida. Você vai comer tanto doce e salgado (ruim) que não vai agüentar ouvir a palavra "bolo" por um tempo lindo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vá no bom e velho YouTube e procure aqueles vídeos pró-vegetarianismo, sobretudo aqueles com cenas de abatedouros e muito sangue. Comigo não funcionou, mas pode funcionar com você.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Água. Bateu fome? Beba uns 3 copos de água e beleza. Se for água gelada, melhor ainda: água gelada esfria o corpo, e o seu organismo vai queimar gordura para estabilizar sua temperatura.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vida social. Nada de barzinho e restaurante: boates, pistas de skate e bicicleta, surf... Se você não faz a linha esportiva, faça a linha vagabundo: Vá pra algum canto da cidade que você mora onde haja um assalto em cada esquina e fique andando com seus amigos feito um trombadinha à espreita de uma oportunidade (ou não). Como é fim de semana e o local não é lá dos mais bem freqüentados, você não vai fazer "paradinhas para o lanche" nem querendo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Claro que há, entre outras, sugestões menos saudáveis, como anorexia/bulimia, jejum, tomar pílulas pra dormir o final de semana inteiro etc, mas essas ficam a seu critério. Só lembre-se que não comer gera gordura, então nem que seja pra comer meio biscoito cream cracker, coma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas só lembrando: &lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=S1n50N2cwT4"&gt;dançar funk&lt;/a&gt; não emagrece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891824485998551661-8763767272103552004?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/8763767272103552004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=8763767272103552004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/8763767272103552004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/8763767272103552004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2008/09/como-se-livrar-das-porcarias-do-final.html' title='Como se livrar das porcarias do final de semana'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-7553136697102417016</id><published>2008-09-05T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T15:09:54.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando vc detecta que está com um problema</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quando vc compra uma blusa G e teu sexto sentido vê que ela vai ficar pequena em você;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quando vc vai a costureira e descobre que sua bunda tem 106 cm e vc não é uma mulher fruta e nem vive de mostrar a bunda;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quando vc vai a uma escola, vai olhar os trabalhos de colagem na parede e vê trabalhos sobre deficiencia e "GORDINHOS" é uma subcategoria e está do lado da Clarinha.&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SMWij1qhvNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VhtJDM0J5Wc/s320/Foto2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243776077727382738" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de ver isso tudo entre nós, você  chega a conclusao que tem um problema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891824485998551661-7553136697102417016?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/7553136697102417016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=7553136697102417016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/7553136697102417016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/7553136697102417016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2008/09/quando-vc-detecta-que-est-com-um.html' title='Quando vc detecta que está com um problema'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SMWij1qhvNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VhtJDM0J5Wc/s72-c/Foto2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-150154886573001226</id><published>2008-08-31T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T14:51:54.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O inicio</title><content type='html'>Quando crianças, a vida é bela pra todos (ta, sem generalizar). Vida ativa, ballet pras meninas, futebol para os meninos. Criança gorda é fofinha e todos acreditam que quando crescer emagrece.&lt;div&gt;Mas e quando isso nao acontece?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Começam as piadinhas dos "amiguinhos"da escola: Rolha de poço, baleia....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E começam também as crises de adolescencia. É nesse ponto que se escolhe oq quer: Emagrecer ou se revoltar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na minha época de adolescente como eu era gulosa, escolhi os 2... Mas depois voltei a engordar e hoje em dia liguei o foda-se.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me chamam de gorda?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chaaaaamam claro.... mas hoje em dia nao é motivo pra ligar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estava a uns dias atras lendo um dos meus blogs favoritos e simplesmente me abriram os olhos. Disseram: Vou fazer oq quando me chamarem de gorda? Nada, sou gorda mesmo. Posso emagrecer, mas nao faço nada útil pra isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apesar de nao hoje em dia nao me importar, sempre tem aquelas coisas que te incomodam: Entrar na loja e nao ter roupa do teu tamanho, ter aquele vendedor GATO e vc tendo que pedir roupa grande ou até aquela vendedora vadia que usa uns 5 numeros a menos que vc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje num mundo capitalista e de mc donalds,o foco é nao desanimar, bata no peito e assuma oq vc é: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GORDO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891824485998551661-150154886573001226?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/150154886573001226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=150154886573001226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/150154886573001226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/150154886573001226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-inicio.html' title='O inicio'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891824485998551661.post-332231725260766001</id><published>2008-08-28T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T15:06:02.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prefácio</title><content type='html'>Nada melhor do que começar com uma expressão bonita, um linguajar sofisticado, usar ferramentas retóricas de grau avançado para denotar um nível de conhecimento lingüístico, não é mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não é.&lt;br /&gt;A intenção é que todo mundo entenda cada detalhe nojento e gorfante que for citado. Cada forma de expressar o sofrimento, a tortura, a luta diária contra os pneuzinhos, a gordura localizada, - no nosso caso, localizada em todos os lugares imagináveis e inimagináveis - o prato de lasanha à bolonhesa com molho de tomate e queijo derretido, que gruda no prato e precisa ser cortado com os dentes, queimando a boca e causando uma sensação... errmm e mostrar o que é ser o que somos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GORDOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891824485998551661-332231725260766001?l=confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/feeds/332231725260766001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891824485998551661&amp;postID=332231725260766001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/332231725260766001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891824485998551661/posts/default/332231725260766001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confissoesdeumgordo.blogspot.com/2008/08/prefcio.html' title='Prefácio'/><author><name>Petipoá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720552805840260891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2fmPRJ6jauU/SRDbsC2YyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RcTI9qv9BY/S220/Imagem2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
