<?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-6126599</id><updated>2011-06-07T06:11:32.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nabo da Beira</title><subtitle type='html'>O blogue das nabices de Celorico da Beira</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126599.post-113709726362485963</id><published>2006-01-12T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T12:21:03.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“ O Nabo volta a atacar “Após muitas visitas ratadas a este portal e  a pedido de várias e mui tristes ilustres famílias – todas endinheiradas se tivermos em conta o caudal de coins inseridos após o game over decretado sou a dizer:Então é assim:Morreu o nabo, viva o nabo!O nabo do Catano fugiu mas a PJ já o viu!Ilegalidades cemCrimes milhentosEra assim o nabo da BilaBoa caxa na alentejana </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/113709726362485963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/113709726362485963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113709726362485963' title=''/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126599.post-113040689081457830</id><published>2005-10-27T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T02:54:50.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GAMEOVERINSERT COIN</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/113040689081457830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/113040689081457830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113040689081457830' title=''/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126599.post-113006679828638899</id><published>2005-10-23T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T04:26:38.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GAME OVER - insert coinAnálise dos resultados eleitorais.E agora que tudo o vento levou, diz-me sé justo mãezinha querida, aquilo que maconteceu.Cumprei tanto boto, dei tanta massa que nã era minha e guardei tam pouca pra mim! Fiz tanta promessa que já nã posso cumprir e tudo isso afinal para quê?Ó que s’eu os pudesse comprar todos um a um, aos botos! Mas e mesmo assim que garantais é qu eu tinha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/113006679828638899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/113006679828638899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113006679828638899' title=''/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126599.post-112815658801917115</id><published>2005-10-01T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T01:49:48.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O dei after das ileixões munixipais visto do lado do nabo do catanoO Sr nabo da Bila de Xelolico da Beila  tamém conhecido por nabito do catano ósdespois da derrota  por um boto intrô de ressaca e embebedado pôs-se por uma bez na bida a pinsar:Ó mãe querida o qué quirá ser de mim. Sô tã nobinho e bô directinho pró desimprego. E o Xócrates xuxalisteiro esse peideiro que nã me quis, o maldito até o</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/112815658801917115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/112815658801917115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112815658801917115' title=''/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126599.post-112049881575751372</id><published>2005-07-04T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T10:51:15.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mais noticias do nabalBindas esprexamente de quem está por dentro e pra que seijam dibulgadas, bia Madalena arrependida, a jornaleira avençada do nabal, chegou a este portal notixia de umas quantas nabices dos nabos e o resumo da ultima Axembleia Munixipal.Atão era axim:O nabito do Nandito, prestes a ir de frosques do nabal atrás do nabo do Balentão, foi apanhado plo marido da cabrita da Laijosa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/112049881575751372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/112049881575751372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112049881575751372' title=''/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126599.post-111891501680372648</id><published>2005-06-16T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T03:07:39.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma Qodrada pró nabalEu bi um nabo do CatanoEncher os sacos de dinheiro e de nabosTudo papou, nada deixou, o naboQuisto podese acabar e se bier o Xexé que bá pró CatanoMas o Leva aí qué amigo do Nabo maiorMai-lo Manel João Gordão que tamém é amigãoXuntaram-se ao Director de Campanha, o Sabujo todo sujoE foi uma festa do Catano com o Nº 3 o Ruim Correia de TransmissãoÓs despois o XóXó, o filho do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/111891501680372648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/111891501680372648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111891501680372648' title=''/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126599.post-111675952221856447</id><published>2005-05-22T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T03:58:42.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Putices,  Sacanices e Calhandrices do NabalPoesia satírica vinda a porpósito ou Bocagiana  surrupiada do almanaque do poeta vigilante, o grande poeta do nabal de sê nome Manel João Nabão GordãoSe nasci na Latoeila nã tibe a culpaMas bim casar ao nabalA minha nabiça perdeu o viço?Maz a excriada da Residencial do Bitinhio amansa-m-o animalE o mê amigão do Catano da EstaçãoA papar as pernas da </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/111675952221856447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/111675952221856447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111675952221856447' title=''/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126599.post-111494650291844615</id><published>2005-05-01T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T04:21:42.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Carta aberta à população da Concelho chegada a esta Redacção pela mão/pé do Nabo da Bila depois da malha capanhou na última Assembleia  Municipal.Caros munícipes“ Nã sei se me dói mais o nabo so lombo”. Assim se queixaba o nabo maior à saída da porta da Cambra despois da tareia quo Xulinho lhe deu na ultima Axembleia Minicipal – noticiou o Repórter Tintim e tamém candidato putatibo à Carrapchana </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/111494650291844615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/111494650291844615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111494650291844615' title=''/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126599.post-111342735278692558</id><published>2005-04-13T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T14:22:32.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ATRAIÇOADO PELOS TRAIDORESEstou a ser atraiçoado pelo traidores. Eu seja ceguinho de gota se nã é berdade. Já só me restas tu amigo fiel manelJoão Nabão gordão o nabo poeta vigilante. Tu é que és amigi fiel e não aquele tridor do Leva-aí que despois de me deixar encalacrado cu aqela grande dibida na empresa municipal do nabal, mês ricos trinta mil contos. E osdepois disse que me estava a fazer um</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/111342735278692558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/111342735278692558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111342735278692558' title=''/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126599.post-110694452999884399</id><published>2005-01-28T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T12:45:37.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>S.O.S. ao NabalAvisam-se os Srs. Nabos pretendentes a presidentes do nabal de que, segundo noticias fidedignas que nos chegaram, vai haver os seguintes candidatos:PSPresidente - Xé Xé - ex - CDSNº 2 - Xé Luís - genro do feroo velho do CDSNº 3 - O do CDS desconhecido por cá, mas nã por Biseu, da RatoeiraMandatário: Pim PimPSDPresidente - Do Catano ou Zé Mania se o PSD perder o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/110694452999884399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/110694452999884399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110694452999884399' title=''/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126599.post-110371265467835956</id><published>2004-12-22T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T02:50:54.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É Nata, é NatalVamos ao NabalEtc...Ultimanente tenho andado muito atarefado. É que como eu penso que sou o pai natal camarário vou de lar em lar levar uns nabinhos aos velhinhos. O nabinho sou eu pois claro!Sim que isto não é só de receber. Eu recebi sem saber como, mas agora que já sei como tenho que dar uns nabinhos camarários pra ver se o menino jesus não se esquece de mim!Eu bem i vi lá</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/110371265467835956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/110371265467835956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110371265467835956' title=''/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126599.post-110019355787469156</id><published>2004-11-11T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T09:19:17.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PIM PIMO Pim Pim era da PIDEO Pim Pim é SocialistaLogo os Socialistas são da PIDEO Almeida Jr era do PSDO pai do Almeida é do PSO Almeida Jr é candidato do PSIh, Ih, Ih!Isto é qué um nabiçalMorra o Pim Pim morra - PIM</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/110019355787469156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/110019355787469156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110019355787469156' title=''/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126599.post-109969021421885022</id><published>2004-11-05T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T13:30:14.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>És um nabito, ó do atanito!Atão tu nã sabias que o Nandito te anda a trair e se prepara para ir contra ti nas listas do Peésse?É verdade meu!Duvidas?Atão pergunta ao Pé-Andando e ao Sargento Cabroni.Vi-os eu, meu!Vi-os eu a combinar a coisa no restaurante, pá dop catano.O gajito pra além das nabiças do lagar munixipal que tudo manda pró tasco Linharense e outros Euros afins tamém te comeu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/109969021421885022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/109969021421885022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109969021421885022' title=''/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126599.post-109898135199980093</id><published>2004-10-28T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T09:35:52.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> S. Catano Logo agora que ia começar a campanha da venda das verduras é que começou a chover.São nabos, Sr. são nabos. Nabos laranjas, nabos verdes e sabe-se lá se não há também nabos vermelhos. Ó larilas pelos menos as cabecinhas.E o safado do vento nã é que marrancou a publicidade? Quantos Eureos me levou ou á Cambra o diabo do vento? Verdade que lá foi tudo pelos ares, até mesmo as faixas. O </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/109898135199980093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/109898135199980093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109898135199980093' title=''/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126599.post-109819680913384758</id><published>2004-10-19T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T07:40:09.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vai alta a lua!Ó lua que vais tão altaRedonda que nem um tamancoO meu amor não me escreve!!!Olá! Aqui à gato.Mas os gatos que não gostam de nabos!E os nabos que não gostam de gatos!Dizei bem de mi nabos Prexidentes das minha Xuntas e das delesDxei mal do Xé Xé que o gaijo se ainda não é comletamente Xé Xé, a mulher éBemdizeime meus trabalhadores que nrm fasseis naxdaDiga bem de mim </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/109819680913384758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/109819680913384758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109819680913384758' title=''/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126599.post-109664976410591783</id><published>2004-10-01T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T09:56:04.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu fui passear ao nabalgiroachando e a FilóEu fui passear à EataçãoEvilá um grande nabão!Então vejam lá se além de amigo do ManelJioão eu sou ou não um grande nabão!Na Stª Eufêmea eu fiz-me do Catano e disse que XELOLICO apoiava o CatanoPois eu também sendo do Catano apoio o Catano porque o Catano é que é o futur.O presente?O presente é o Nandito, mas é um presente que eu ofereço ao PS</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/109664976410591783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/109664976410591783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109664976410591783' title=''/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126599.post-108964402596687730</id><published>2004-07-12T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T07:57:15.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O Nandito macaquitoO Nandito também é um nabito.O Nandito quer ser candidatozito.O Nandito é um Vice-presidentezito em exercíciozito, às vezes.Se o PSD o lá quisesse o Nabdito tambémj queriaO Nandito está a papar do bornal como o Catanito.Estes dois nabitos são a ewscrescência do Julito.Celorico da Beira é uma triste terra de nabos e nenhum se demite.Vamos nós demiti-los.Eleições </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/108964402596687730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/108964402596687730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108964402596687730' title=''/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126599.post-108211133666513853</id><published>2004-04-16T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T08:41:53.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É fartar Vilanagem!!!-Ó do Catano. E se o PSD ainda antes das eleições corre contigo? – Perguntou o Nandinho ao Cataninho, depois uma jantarada à fartazana no Lagar Munixipal do nabal.-	Achas pçossível? Respondeu o nabo do Catano.-	Atão no acho? – depois de te mamarem os Prexidentes das Xuntas  que lhes interessarem já vais ver como elas te mordem. -	Ó Catano do caraças. És capaz de ter </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/108211133666513853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/108211133666513853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108211133666513853' title=''/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126599.post-108084507146695166</id><published>2004-04-01T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T10:48:10.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O nabo menor é ouvido em confissão pelo padre Martelins " Acossado pelos remorsos que o não deixam ter sossego nem adormecer, o nosso nabo decidiu ser ouvido em confissão. De modos que num determinado dia de confissões, o nabito lá se dirigiu à Igreja de S. Pedro e começou assim: - Perdoe-me nosso Sr. Jesus Cristo porque pequei. - Então meu filho que fizeste tu? Perguntou-lhe o padre </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/108084507146695166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/108084507146695166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108084507146695166' title=''/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126599.post-107659080152306604</id><published>2004-02-12T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T05:02:32.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                " O Leva-aí e o golpe do baú "Julgam-se então os nabinhos caxadores muito espertos.Certa noite, há dias, ( há quem diga que também há noites) os dois amigos nabos do club da caxa, esquecendo de propósito o Manel João Nabão gordão, foram molhar o bico ao lagar municipal e falaram axim:- Ò Catano. Deixo-to por enquanto a massa da Empresa Municipal,  mas despois dás-me um </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/107659080152306604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/107659080152306604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107659080152306604' title=''/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126599.post-107476776207055741</id><published>2004-01-22T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T02:38:03.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" Manifesto pró Pim Pim "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/107476776207055741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/107476776207055741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107476776207055741' title=''/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126599.post-107476772355673336</id><published>2004-01-22T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T02:37:25.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" O Boletim do Nabal "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/107476772355673336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/107476772355673336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107476772355673336' title=''/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126599.post-107401883483857792</id><published>2004-01-13T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T03:49:17.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O Regresso do naboOlá Nabal. Tudo bom?Que tal o Natal. Muitas prendas!Espero que sim e com muitos nabos.Nabinhos, muitos.“ O Triunfo dos maiores porcos do nabal ”Como já se esperava com a chegada do Natal quem mais engordou foram os porcos. Só que desta e à conta do erário público engordaram os porcos dos abogados mandatários  dos varianteiros que tinham causas contra a Cambra a que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/107401883483857792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/107401883483857792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107401883483857792' title=''/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126599.post-107165375975761786</id><published>2003-12-17T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T01:36:13.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bom dia, boa tarde ou boa noite, conforme o lugar onde me estiverem a ler.E aquela da Televisão dizer que o nosso nabal é a terra que dá mais cultura a Portugal.Essa não lembrava nem ao Julinho. Mas que dá, dá.Cultura de nabos, nabiças e afins, claro!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/107165375975761786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/107165375975761786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107165375975761786' title=''/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126599.post-107165359801889422</id><published>2003-12-17T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T01:33:31.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OS NABOS E AS VACAS.  De que serviriam os nabos se não houvesse vacas para os comer? Sim, bem sei que os porcos também gostam de nabos, mas hoje não é dia de porcos. Qualquer dia, quando estiver mais perto o Natal, lá iremos, pois nessa altura já devem estar bem gordinhos, os porcos. Será nessa altura, a matança.Na minha primeira aparição em publico como bloguista comecei por me identificar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/107165359801889422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/107165359801889422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107165359801889422' title=''/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126599.post-107148918731829796</id><published>2003-12-15T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T03:53:41.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"  O AMOR  "Enquanto o galito da India geme debaixo do burro voltemos ao tema de hoje, o qual concordo, está retardado e ao que se pode observar pela leitura dos comentários - força na verga meus bons nabos! -, tem posto as nabiças do nabal todas arrebitadas de excitação. E dizia no escurinho, o Fernando Pé-Andando para o Nandinho:- Assim como assim, quero lá saber. É verdade que a minha </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/107148918731829796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/107148918731829796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107148918731829796' title=''/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126599.post-107098214329247574</id><published>2003-12-09T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T07:02:35.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O TRIUNFO DOS PORCOS</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/107098214329247574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/107098214329247574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107098214329247574' title=''/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126599.post-10708915247670207</id><published>2003-12-08T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T03:30:28.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" ODE CELESTIAL"A pedido de um pobre pai de familia, certamente porque enfeitado pelo nabo do padreca galito da India do nabal, aqui deixo noticia - que também é para isso que sirvo -, de uma carta chegada a este portal, a qual como concordarão após a sua leitura, é prioritária em relação à crónica anunciada sobre as vacas, o amor e os nabos:Aqui vai disto:" - E vós eminência nunca </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/10708915247670207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/10708915247670207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#10708915247670207' title=''/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126599.post-107045371177916315</id><published>2003-12-03T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T03:55:17.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/107045371177916315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/107045371177916315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107045371177916315' title=''/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126599.post-107013179035081669</id><published>2003-11-29T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T07:53:50.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" AS INAUGURAÇÕES DO NABO MAIOR "A noite passada, depois de longo serão na Laigosa -,  (que é freguesia importante do nabal onde desde há muito têm lugar as  noites da má lingua hortaliceira, e a ementa são sempre nabos com nabiças estrugidas em alhos porretes  que é  a politica caseira também de nabos e outra plantas hortí­culas que se dão junto ao Castelo) -, mais própriamente no reservado da</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/107013179035081669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/107013179035081669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107013179035081669' title=''/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126599.post-106977284302286280</id><published>2003-11-25T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T07:08:07.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"O RATO LEVE i e outros nabos"Quando a água inunda o nabal os ratos são os primeiros a fugir.Depois de o Manel João gordão ter dado à sola do Coprativa, foi a vez do Leve i correr a sete pés para não ter que prestar contas ao iva.Então não era de ver que trazer para gestor de Empresas de nabos municipais o Engenheiro de arquivos - que ideia mais tolinha do Julinho -, ainda iria acabar mal?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/106977284302286280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/106977284302286280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106977284302286280' title=''/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126599.post-106971843676563086</id><published>2003-11-24T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T09:43:24.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A REPORTAGE Um verdadeiro reporter ou, como e o caso um chefe de reporteres, mesmo que sejam todos nabos quando da auma noticia, mesmo que se reserve o direito de segredo profissional em relaçao as fontes, tem a obrigaço de ir investigar. Qual Tintin em grande aventura no nabal foi o que fizemos e das investigaçoes concluimos: E tudo verdade o que diz a noticia. Com efeito o nabo do Sr. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/106971843676563086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6126599/posts/default/106971843676563086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabodabeira.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106971843676563086' title=''/><author><name>nabito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02226511713306958075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
