<?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-3488216</id><updated>2011-11-11T21:29:36.504-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosas Sueltas</title><subtitle type='html'>Cosas sueltas, frases hechas, pensamientos, citas, fragmentos, ocurrencias, acontecimientos, sucesos, dudas, preguntas sin respuesta, preguntas con respuesta, respuestas sin preguntas;
Cosas sueltas, mías, tuyas, de él, nuestras, vuestras, de ellos, de todos o de ninguno, fuera o dentro de contexto, descolgadas, con sentido, sin sentido, en serio y en broma. 
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosassueltas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosassueltas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112722206066536164</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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3488216.post-93124591</id><published>2003-04-23T14:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T14:47:44.343-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La últimas tres veces que pasé por el obelisco, el reloj digital de un publicidad marcaba la 1:44.&lt;br /&gt;O está descompuesto y marca siempre la misma hora, o tengo una precisión asombrosa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488216-93124591?l=cosassueltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/93124591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/93124591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosassueltas.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93124591' title=''/><author><name>ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429622175856832509</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-3488216.post-92729558</id><published>2003-04-16T15:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T15:33:00.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Che, qué buena que está Araceli González!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488216-92729558?l=cosassueltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/92729558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/92729558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosassueltas.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92729558' title=''/><author><name>ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429622175856832509</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-3488216.post-92729405</id><published>2003-04-16T15:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T15:29:50.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoy casi me pisa un bicicleta. Qué pelotudo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488216-92729405?l=cosassueltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/92729405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/92729405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosassueltas.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92729405' title=''/><author><name>ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429622175856832509</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-3488216.post-91896169</id><published>2003-04-03T03:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T03:05:26.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ehhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488216-91896169?l=cosassueltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/91896169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/91896169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosassueltas.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91896169' title=''/><author><name>ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429622175856832509</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-3488216.post-91895217</id><published>2003-04-03T02:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T02:45:48.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt; En este local está prohibido visitar páginas pornográficas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cartelito en local de internet en los alrededores de parque centenario&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488216-91895217?l=cosassueltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/91895217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/91895217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosassueltas.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91895217' title=''/><author><name>ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429622175856832509</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-3488216.post-91895039</id><published>2003-04-03T02:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T15:31:53.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Yo si fuera cobani, me compro una Uzi, una automática, loco"&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Escuchado de boca de un rolinga caminando por la calle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488216-91895039?l=cosassueltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/91895039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/91895039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosassueltas.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91895039' title=''/><author><name>ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429622175856832509</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-3488216.post-88531259</id><published>2003-02-04T11:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T11:16:21.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hace unos cuantos días que terminó y sin embargo la gente sigue entrando... &lt;a href="http://www.unchabon.blogspot.com"&gt;UCN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488216-88531259?l=cosassueltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/88531259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/88531259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosassueltas.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88531259' title=''/><author><name>ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429622175856832509</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-3488216.post-88503930</id><published>2003-02-03T22:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T22:32:59.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ya va la cuarta vez en cinco días que viaja conmigo en el colectivo una morocha que está espectacular. La mina debe ser secretaria o algo así y se viene vestida de una manera (escotes, minifaldas, etc)...&lt;br /&gt;Se debe subir unas cuantas paradas antes porque siempre está sentada cuando subo yo. Obvio que me paro al lado de donde ella está sentada...(yo siempre con anteojos negros, jeje)&lt;br /&gt;Si me la cruzo de nuevo, qué hago? le hablo???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488216-88503930?l=cosassueltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/88503930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/88503930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosassueltas.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88503930' title=''/><author><name>ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429622175856832509</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-3488216.post-88503194</id><published>2003-02-03T22:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T22:18:29.303-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>estaría recopado tener una de esas heladeras con puerta de vidrio, no?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488216-88503194?l=cosassueltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/88503194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/88503194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosassueltas.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88503194' title=''/><author><name>ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112722206066536164</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-3488216.post-80476717</id><published>2002-08-20T11:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-08-20T11:57:16.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hay que agarrar todos los vicios para probarnos que estamos vivos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fernado Vallejos, La Virgen de los Sicarios&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488216-80476717?l=cosassueltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/80476717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/80476717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosassueltas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80476717' title=''/><author><name>ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112722206066536164</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-3488216.post-80317097</id><published>2002-08-16T10:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-08-16T10:17:29.306-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-Vos callate, negra sucia, fea, desgenerada!&lt;br /&gt;-Pará un poco nena. Yo desgenerada no soy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;De "Moria y Vos", América, Lunes a Sábados 18 hs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488216-80317097?l=cosassueltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/80317097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/80317097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosassueltas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80317097' title=''/><author><name>ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112722206066536164</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-3488216.post-79999252</id><published>2002-08-08T18:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-08-08T18:52:54.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hacer con otra mujer (entiéndase amante, trola, o cualquiera) cosas que no hacés con la tuya no es engañarla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oído después de una grata cena entre amigos en Pippo el año pasado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488216-79999252?l=cosassueltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/79999252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/79999252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosassueltas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79999252' title=''/><author><name>ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112722206066536164</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-3488216.post-79999129</id><published>2002-08-08T18:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-08-08T18:49:09.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Triplete cortesía Matt Groening&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488216-79999129?l=cosassueltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/79999129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/79999129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosassueltas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79999129' title=''/><author><name>ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112722206066536164</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-3488216.post-79999085</id><published>2002-08-08T18:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2002-08-08T18:47:47.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>¿Has pensado en unirte a otra religión? Todas dicen más o menos lo mismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rev. Alegría a Flanders -Los Simpsons-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488216-79999085?l=cosassueltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/79999085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/79999085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosassueltas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79999085' title=''/><author><name>ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112722206066536164</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-3488216.post-79999057</id><published>2002-08-08T18:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-08-08T18:47:09.480-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ese hombre me llena de esperanzas y otras emociones que me confunden mucho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Zap Bannigan -Futurama-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488216-79999057?l=cosassueltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/79999057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/79999057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosassueltas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79999057' title=''/><author><name>ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112722206066536164</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-3488216.post-79999029</id><published>2002-08-08T18:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-08-08T18:46:09.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Michelle es diferente. Antes era exigente y posesiva. En cambio ahora quiere que haga cosas y esté con ella todo el tiempo.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Phillip J. Fry hablando de su nivia -Futurama-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488216-79999029?l=cosassueltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/79999029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/79999029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosassueltas.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79999029' title=''/><author><name>ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112722206066536164</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-3488216.post-76617238</id><published>2002-05-16T10:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-05-16T10:12:14.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La Colcha Celestial (anónimo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno, al ausentarse para ir al extranjero, encomendó su mujer a su suegra. Su mujer tomó amores con otro, y lo dijo a su madre. Esta, condolida de su hija, la ayudó en aquel amor y convidando al amante, se sentaron los tres a comer. Mientras ellos comían, llega de improviso el marido y llama a la puerta. Se levanta la mujer, esconde al amante en la alcoba y luego abre la puerta al marido. El cual en cuanto entró, mandó preparar la cama, porque venía muy cansado. Turbada la mujer, no sabía qué hacer, pero la madre acudió diciéndole: “No te apresures, hija, a preparar la cama, hasta que mostremos a tu marido la colcha que hemos hecho.” Y sacando una colcha, la vieja levantó cuanto pudo una de sus puntas y dio la otra a la hija para que la alzase. Y así el marido quedó burlado, mientras por detrás de la colcha extendida escapó el amante oculto. Entonces la madre dijo a la hija: “Tiende la colcha sobre la cama de tu marido, que con tus manos y las mías está tejida.” El marido le dice: “Y tu, señora mía ¿sabes hacer colcha tan bonita como esta?” Ella replicó: “¡Ay hijo! Muchas como esta tengo yo tejidas.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488216-76617238?l=cosassueltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/76617238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/76617238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosassueltas.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76617238' title=''/><author><name>ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112722206066536164</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-3488216.post-76398368</id><published>2002-05-10T12:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-05-10T12:18:09.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La gorda Carrió no existe, es de cabotaje, es un vuelo charter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Escuchado en un café de Pinamar, enero de 2002&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488216-76398368?l=cosassueltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/76398368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/76398368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosassueltas.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76398368' title=''/><author><name>ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112722206066536164</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-3488216.post-76344498</id><published>2002-05-09T11:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-05-09T11:46:38.053-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Señor banquero, devuelvame el dinero&lt;br /&gt;por ahora, es todo lo que quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Andrés Calamaro, Alta Suciedad &lt;b&gt;1997&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488216-76344498?l=cosassueltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/76344498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/76344498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosassueltas.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76344498' title=''/><author><name>ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112722206066536164</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-3488216.post-76306218</id><published>2002-05-08T12:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-05-08T12:21:17.643-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Señor, te pido poco;&lt;br /&gt;No hay quien menos que yo de ti pretenda;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca perder mi sensatez de loco&lt;br /&gt;Y que enloquezca ella y me comprenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gustavo Riccio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488216-76306218?l=cosassueltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/76306218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/76306218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosassueltas.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76306218' title=''/><author><name>ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112722206066536164</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-3488216.post-76261452</id><published>2002-05-07T10:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T11:12:18.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>El éxito de la feria del libro, a mí, no me engaña.&lt;br /&gt;¡Qué poco lee la gente en este país!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488216-76261452?l=cosassueltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/76261452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/76261452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosassueltas.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76261452' title=''/><author><name>ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112722206066536164</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-3488216.post-76261380</id><published>2002-05-07T10:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T10:57:25.110-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>En vano querer ser bueno&lt;br /&gt;Y querernos como hermanos&lt;br /&gt;Si tú no tuvieras senos&lt;br /&gt;Si yo no tuviera manos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Luis Cané&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488216-76261380?l=cosassueltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/76261380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/76261380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosassueltas.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76261380' title=''/><author><name>ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112722206066536164</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-3488216.post-76144771</id><published>2002-05-04T01:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-05-04T01:45:27.946-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Escena en el infierno.&lt;br /&gt;Sacher-Masoch se acerca al Marqués de Sade y, masoquísticamente, le ruega:&lt;br /&gt;-¡Pégame, pégame! ¡Pégame fuerte, que me gusta!&lt;br /&gt;El Marqués de Sade levanta el puño, va a pegarle pero se contiene a tiempo y, con la boca y la mirada crueles, sadísticamente le dice:&lt;br /&gt;-No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;De El Grimorio (1961) Enrique Anderson Imbert&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488216-76144771?l=cosassueltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/76144771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/76144771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosassueltas.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76144771' title=''/><author><name>ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112722206066536164</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-3488216.post-76087196</id><published>2002-05-02T15:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-05-02T15:12:13.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Otra muy parecida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pero querida! Tenías que estacionarte tan cerca de mis padres?&lt;br /&gt;-Es que también son los míos!&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;i&gt;Escena de Los Simpsons: Cletus y su mujer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488216-76087196?l=cosassueltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/76087196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/76087196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosassueltas.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76087196' title=''/><author><name>ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112722206066536164</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-3488216.post-76087167</id><published>2002-05-02T15:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-05-02T15:09:23.740-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-Está despedido por dejar una semilla en el vientre de mi hija!&lt;br /&gt;-Pero pá, no puedes despedirme!&lt;br /&gt;-Tienes suerte que también eres mi hermano porque sino...&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;i&gt;escena de Family Guy – Padre de Familia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488216-76087167?l=cosassueltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/76087167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/76087167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosassueltas.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76087167' title=''/><author><name>ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112722206066536164</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-3488216.post-76087074</id><published>2002-05-02T15:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2002-05-02T15:06:49.550-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-Es la granja de patatas?&lt;br /&gt;-Sí. Soy Albert Patatas&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;i&gt;de la película Top Secret&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488216-76087074?l=cosassueltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/76087074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/76087074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosassueltas.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76087074' title=''/><author><name>ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112722206066536164</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-3488216.post-76087063</id><published>2002-05-02T15:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2002-05-02T15:06:29.456-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“No es que sea lesbiana. Me atrae la persona. Lo que pasa es que hasta ahora todas las personas que me han atraido fueron chicas”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;de la película Election&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488216-76087063?l=cosassueltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/76087063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/76087063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosassueltas.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76087063' title=''/><author><name>ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112722206066536164</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-3488216.post-76087053</id><published>2002-05-02T15:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-05-02T15:06:07.706-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“El capitalismo no es civilización ni cristianismo”&lt;br /&gt;J.D.Perón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488216-76087053?l=cosassueltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/76087053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/76087053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosassueltas.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76087053' title=''/><author><name>ro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112722206066536164</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-3488216.post-76087044</id><published>2002-05-02T15:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2002-05-02T15:05:57.083-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Que cada uno aporte lo que sepa”&lt;br /&gt;Héroes del Silencio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488216-76087044?l=cosassueltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/76087044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488216/posts/default/76087044'/><link 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