<?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-8358250359888246202</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:29:29.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentime una cosita</title><subtitle type='html'>Un blog de citas.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sentime una cosita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02746485711950771960</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>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358250359888246202.post-8289705392885953526</id><published>2008-07-28T21:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:14:08.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- ¿Cómo te fue con la mamografía? -pregunta un padre a su hija.&lt;br /&gt;- Monografía, pá, mo-no-gra-fí-a.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358250359888246202-8289705392885953526?l=sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/feeds/8289705392885953526/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358250359888246202&amp;postID=8289705392885953526&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/8289705392885953526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/8289705392885953526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/2008/07/cmo-te-fue-con-la-mamografa-pregunta-un.html' title=''/><author><name>sentime una cosita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02746485711950771960</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358250359888246202.post-6417934868626435939</id><published>2008-07-28T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:06:34.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Una muchacha ofrece media figacita a su hermana:&lt;br /&gt;- Tomá, comela vos.&lt;br /&gt;- No, no quiero.&lt;br /&gt;- Dale, que si no estaría comiendo dos panes y medio.&lt;br /&gt;- ¿Y?&lt;br /&gt;- No me gustan los decimales.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358250359888246202-6417934868626435939?l=sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/feeds/6417934868626435939/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358250359888246202&amp;postID=6417934868626435939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/6417934868626435939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/6417934868626435939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/2008/07/una-muchacha-ofrece-media-figacita-su.html' title=''/><author><name>sentime una cosita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02746485711950771960</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358250359888246202.post-7373180350826321</id><published>2008-07-20T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T19:57:43.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mientras la profesora de matemática pegaba un lomo nuevo de papel blanco a un libro amarillento, explicó: &lt;br /&gt;- No importa, después se mimetiza.&lt;br /&gt;- ¿Cómo?&lt;br /&gt;- Sí, las cosas se mimetizan con el ambiente. Una vez le cambié los estantes a una repisa y los nuevos eran de madera de otro color. El carpintero me dijo: con el tiempo, va a ver, se van a poner todos iguales. Y así fue. ¿No viste? cuando cambiás los azulejos, aunque sean los mismos, los nuevos resaltan... pero con el tiempo, se van mimetizando. Es así. No digo que sea una propiedad oculta... (se rió) debe ser porque se deposita suciedad... o bueno, no sé.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358250359888246202-7373180350826321?l=sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/feeds/7373180350826321/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358250359888246202&amp;postID=7373180350826321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/7373180350826321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/7373180350826321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/2008/07/mientras-la-profesora-de-matemtica.html' title=''/><author><name>sentime una cosita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02746485711950771960</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358250359888246202.post-4198686005467829570</id><published>2008-06-14T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T17:29:17.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- ¿Quién era esa chica?&lt;br /&gt;- Ay, me parece que saludé a la oriental equivocada. -dijo una muchacha, al salir de una fiesta, después de abrazar efusivamente a una chica de ojos achinados.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358250359888246202-4198686005467829570?l=sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/feeds/4198686005467829570/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358250359888246202&amp;postID=4198686005467829570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/4198686005467829570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/4198686005467829570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/2008/06/ay-me-parece-que-salud-la-oriental.html' title=''/><author><name>sentime una cosita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02746485711950771960</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358250359888246202.post-6003736387279154327</id><published>2008-04-07T17:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:08:22.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Si te sentás desnuda frente a la computadora sentís que mirás la pantalla con las tetas. -dijo un ama de casa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358250359888246202-6003736387279154327?l=sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/feeds/6003736387279154327/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358250359888246202&amp;postID=6003736387279154327&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/6003736387279154327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/6003736387279154327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/2008/04/si-te-sents-desnuda-delante-de-la.html' title=''/><author><name>sentime una cosita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02746485711950771960</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358250359888246202.post-5118166176157864749</id><published>2008-04-07T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:42:26.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Y... este chico altera la clase. Tiene todo un tema con lo... sexual. Le gusta generar incomodidad en los demás. Por ejemplo me dice "vio profesora qué lindo hombre es Antonio Banderas, qué sexy", claro, como queriendo sugerir... De todas maneras, no tiene nada de malo, es como si yo dijera qué hermoso cuerpo que tiene Pamela David, qué mujer tan atractiva, eso no quiere decir que yo tenga una sexualidad... diferente. Pero bueno, es que este chico tiene un padre muy autoritario, se explica. -dijo una profesora, confidencialmente, durante el recreo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358250359888246202-5118166176157864749?l=sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/feeds/5118166176157864749/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358250359888246202&amp;postID=5118166176157864749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/5118166176157864749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/5118166176157864749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/2008/04/y.html' title=''/><author><name>sentime una cosita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02746485711950771960</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358250359888246202.post-5754676769238820820</id><published>2008-02-17T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:42:40.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Su fealdad es como un agujero negro que absorbe todo. No me deja concentrar. -dijo una joven preceptora sobre su compañera de trabajo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358250359888246202-5754676769238820820?l=sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/feeds/5754676769238820820/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358250359888246202&amp;postID=5754676769238820820&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/5754676769238820820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/5754676769238820820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/2008/02/su-fealdad-es-como-un-agujero-negro-que.html' title=''/><author><name>sentime una cosita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02746485711950771960</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358250359888246202.post-7516431037752029786</id><published>2008-01-05T21:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:45:11.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- ¡Negro de mierda! ¡Te cojo con los pelos de la concha! ¡Pijacorta! -le gritó, desde la vereda, una mujer de catsuit fucsia a un taxista.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358250359888246202-7516431037752029786?l=sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/feeds/7516431037752029786/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358250359888246202&amp;postID=7516431037752029786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/7516431037752029786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/7516431037752029786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/2008/01/negro-de-mierda-te-cojo-con-los-pelos.html' title=''/><author><name>sentime una cosita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02746485711950771960</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358250359888246202.post-6560403709876863303</id><published>2007-06-27T20:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T20:10:27.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Estoy contenta porque tengo celular nuevo. Mi celular es más lindo que vos. -dijo una empleada de la industria del plástico.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358250359888246202-6560403709876863303?l=sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/feeds/6560403709876863303/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358250359888246202&amp;postID=6560403709876863303&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/6560403709876863303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/6560403709876863303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/2007/06/estoy-contenta-porque-tengo-celular.html' title=''/><author><name>sentime una cosita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02746485711950771960</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358250359888246202.post-5272675411926098746</id><published>2007-06-27T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T20:08:52.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Después podés venir conmigo a comprarte unas botas, si no cuándo. Yo no te puedo comprar un zapato o algo para tus pies si no llevo tus pies. -dijo una madre a su hija.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358250359888246202-5272675411926098746?l=sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/feeds/5272675411926098746/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358250359888246202&amp;postID=5272675411926098746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/5272675411926098746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/5272675411926098746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/2007/06/despus-pods-venir-conmigo-comprarte.html' title=''/><author><name>sentime una cosita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02746485711950771960</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358250359888246202.post-8918565894624852593</id><published>2007-06-12T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:41:22.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- ¡Mirá a ese puto tomando helado en la escalera eléctrica!&lt;br /&gt;(desconcierto)&lt;br /&gt;- No es un puto, es una señora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358250359888246202-8918565894624852593?l=sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/feeds/8918565894624852593/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358250359888246202&amp;postID=8918565894624852593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/8918565894624852593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/8918565894624852593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/2007/06/mir-ese-puto-tomando-helado-en-la.html' title=''/><author><name>sentime una cosita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02746485711950771960</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358250359888246202.post-1565523476080850538</id><published>2007-04-28T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T01:04:04.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- ¿No tenés seis pesos? -dijo el joven que deambulaba por el parque.&lt;br /&gt;- No tengo. -respondió una muchacha que no tenía seis pesos, acompañada de un amigo.&lt;br /&gt;- Dale, dame seis pesos. Mirá que tengo a mi amigo enfierrado acá cerca. Dame la plata.&lt;br /&gt;- ¿Enfierrado? ¿Desde cuándo?&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;- Mejor vamos. -decidió el amigo de la muchacha. Se fueron del parque, rápido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Qué raro, no, que pida plata para su amigo que está en la cárcel. Pobre. -concluyó la muchacha.&lt;br /&gt;- ¿Cómo en la cárcel?&lt;br /&gt;- Claro, enfierrado, tras los fierros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358250359888246202-1565523476080850538?l=sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/feeds/1565523476080850538/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358250359888246202&amp;postID=1565523476080850538&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/1565523476080850538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/1565523476080850538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-tens-seis-pesos-dijo-el-joven-que.html' title=''/><author><name>sentime una cosita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02746485711950771960</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358250359888246202.post-2472461927378082673</id><published>2007-04-06T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T17:30:43.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- ¿Cuánto salen las alitas? -preguntó un joven.&lt;br /&gt;- Quince pesos las que traen luces -respondió el quiosquero. Tienen estas tiritas para ponérselas como si fuera una mochila.&lt;br /&gt;- Mmm... son un poco cortas. ¿Vienen sólo para niños o también hay para humanos? Son para una chica más grande que ella.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358250359888246202-2472461927378082673?l=sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/feeds/2472461927378082673/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358250359888246202&amp;postID=2472461927378082673&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/2472461927378082673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/2472461927378082673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/2007/04/cunto-salen-las-alitas-pregunt-el-joven.html' title=''/><author><name>sentime una cosita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02746485711950771960</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358250359888246202.post-2627462966107679494</id><published>2007-03-17T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T09:23:24.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Cuando nos morimos, nos desintegramos. Volvemos a la tierra. Pero nuestro ADN es inmortal. El gene siempre sobrevive. Yo lo vi en la televisión, en uno de esos chanel. ¿Viste que, donde la tierra está mojada, hay mosquitos y sapos? Y después, cuando se seca, se mueren todos. Pero el gene siempre sobrevive. Entonces cuando cae la lluvia y se moja la tierra, hay sapos y mosquitos, de vuelta. ¡Se recrean! Por el gene, aunque se mueran, el gene sobrevive. -sostuvo el señor chofer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358250359888246202-2627462966107679494?l=sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/feeds/2627462966107679494/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358250359888246202&amp;postID=2627462966107679494&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/2627462966107679494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/2627462966107679494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/2007/03/cuando-nos-morimos-nos-desintegramos.html' title=''/><author><name>sentime una cosita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02746485711950771960</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358250359888246202.post-8616969065390096803</id><published>2007-03-17T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T17:46:15.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- ¿Ves ese boliche? Estaba clausurado. Lo volvieron a abrir hace poco. ¿Sabés por qué? Lo que pasa es que en ese boliche... ese boliche es de chicos a los que le gustan los chicos, gays, ¿viste? y las chicas... ¿ves a las chicas? son todas chicas que buscan chicas, ¿te diste cuenta? mirá, ¿ves? los chicos se abrazan. Lo que pasa es que el presidente de todos los gays fue hablar con el jefe de gobierno y, como es homosexual, volvió a habilitar el boliche. -comentaba el señor chofer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358250359888246202-8616969065390096803?l=sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/feeds/8616969065390096803/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358250359888246202&amp;postID=8616969065390096803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/8616969065390096803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/8616969065390096803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/2007/03/ves-ese-boliche-estaba-clausurado.html' title=''/><author><name>sentime una cosita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02746485711950771960</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358250359888246202.post-6214194354724874163</id><published>2007-03-12T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:15:25.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dialoga un hombre con su hija mayor.&lt;br /&gt;- Sí, la plaza que está enfrente del ministerio.&lt;br /&gt;- Bueno, ésa, el otro día pasé y estaba toda negra, toda negra.&lt;br /&gt;- No te entiendo, papá. ¿Cómo? ¿Quemada? ¿Sucia?&lt;br /&gt;- No, no, negra. Toda negra. Llena de gente negra.&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;- (interviene la hija menor con un grito) ¡Darks!&lt;br /&gt;- Sí, éso, darks, ésos como vos. Encima yo los saludé, les dije yo los conozco, qué tal, tengo una de ustedes en casa. Unos maleducados, no me respondieron. Además, yo no entiendo, si iba vestido de negro, tenía la camisa, el pantalón, el portafolio, los zapatos, todo negro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358250359888246202-6214194354724874163?l=sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/feeds/6214194354724874163/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358250359888246202&amp;postID=6214194354724874163&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/6214194354724874163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/6214194354724874163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/2007/03/dialoga-un-padre-con-su-hija-mayor.html' title=''/><author><name>sentime una cosita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02746485711950771960</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358250359888246202.post-280071349931843892</id><published>2007-03-06T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T15:57:51.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Ahora estás más linda, antes tenías la cara más de madera. -dijo la abuela.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358250359888246202-280071349931843892?l=sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/feeds/280071349931843892/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358250359888246202&amp;postID=280071349931843892&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/280071349931843892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/280071349931843892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/2007/03/ahora-ests-ms-linda-antes-tenas-la-cara.html' title=''/><author><name>sentime una cosita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02746485711950771960</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358250359888246202.post-2058867393291864686</id><published>2007-03-01T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T19:24:35.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- No lo soporto a este tipo, no lo puedo escuchar, me pone nerviosa. -dijo la hija a su madre, frente al televisor.&lt;br /&gt;- A mí no me afecta. Ya tengo un callo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358250359888246202-2058867393291864686?l=sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/feeds/2058867393291864686/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358250359888246202&amp;postID=2058867393291864686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/2058867393291864686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/2058867393291864686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-lo-soporto-este-tipo-no-lo-puedo.html' title=''/><author><name>sentime una cosita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02746485711950771960</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358250359888246202.post-8954867205488355966</id><published>2007-02-27T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T10:10:04.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- ¿Qué pasó, por qué está la policía ahí enfrente? -pregunta un vecino al portero.&lt;br /&gt;- Parece ser que en esa casa dejaron las luces prendidas, la ventana abierta, pero tocan el timbre y no contesta nadie.&lt;br /&gt;- ¿Quién vive ahí?&lt;br /&gt;- Una chica... Creo que tiene una bebé. Y bueno, tenían miedo, dicen que está adentro... pero no contesta. Pensaron cualquier cosa.&lt;br /&gt;- ¿Y quién llamó a la policía?&lt;br /&gt;- Creo que la vecina de al lado, era ella la que le fue a tocar el timbre. Igual ahora salieron los otros vecinos.&lt;br /&gt;- ¿Y van a romper la puerta? ¿Qué van a hacer?&lt;br /&gt;- No sé, están viendo si pueden llamar a la familia, a ver si consiguen una llave, creo.&lt;br /&gt;- Ah, yo nunca me entero de nada. Ni sabía quién vive ahí. Lo que pasa es que para enterarse de esas cosas hay que estar al pedo todo el día.&lt;br /&gt;- No, bueno, yo no sé, me pareció...&lt;br /&gt;- Bueno, viejo, me voy que estoy apurado. Hasta luego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llega otro vecino.&lt;br /&gt;- Qué tal. ¿Sabe qué pasó enfrente? ¿Por qué está la policía? -le pregunta al portero.&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358250359888246202-8954867205488355966?l=sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/feeds/8954867205488355966/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358250359888246202&amp;postID=8954867205488355966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/8954867205488355966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/8954867205488355966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/2007/02/qu-pas-por-qu-est-la-polica-ah-enfrente.html' title=''/><author><name>sentime una cosita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02746485711950771960</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358250359888246202.post-4891311522083560697</id><published>2007-02-27T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T10:02:01.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Eso no es un portero. Es un tumor que crece alrededor de la silla. -señaló una chica en la puerta el edificio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358250359888246202-4891311522083560697?l=sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/feeds/4891311522083560697/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358250359888246202&amp;postID=4891311522083560697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/4891311522083560697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/4891311522083560697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/2007/02/en-la-puerta-de-un-edificio-eso-no-es.html' title=''/><author><name>sentime una cosita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02746485711950771960</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358250359888246202.post-3487053760908712671</id><published>2007-02-26T11:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T11:37:49.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Se fue a Madrid.&lt;br /&gt;- ¡A Puerto Madryn!&lt;br /&gt;- Bueno, Madrid, Puerto Madryn, es lo mismo. -debatían las niñas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358250359888246202-3487053760908712671?l=sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/feeds/3487053760908712671/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358250359888246202&amp;postID=3487053760908712671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/3487053760908712671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/3487053760908712671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/2007/02/se-fue-madrid.html' title=''/><author><name>sentime una cosita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02746485711950771960</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358250359888246202.post-4412305542198990078</id><published>2007-02-26T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T11:35:01.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Conversaban dos chicas por la calle.&lt;br /&gt;- Un té de hibiscus.&lt;br /&gt;- ¿Qué es eso?&lt;br /&gt;- Lo mismo que hibiscos, son flores.&lt;br /&gt;- No las conozco.&lt;br /&gt;- Rosas chinas les dicen acá también.&lt;br /&gt;- ¿Cuáles son las rosas chinas?&lt;br /&gt;- No sé cómo decirte... Son parecidas a esas que siempre tienen dibujadas las remeras surfers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358250359888246202-4412305542198990078?l=sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/feeds/4412305542198990078/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358250359888246202&amp;postID=4412305542198990078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/4412305542198990078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/4412305542198990078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/2007/02/conversaban-dos-chicas-por-la-calle.html' title=''/><author><name>sentime una cosita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02746485711950771960</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358250359888246202.post-6376723752014549404</id><published>2007-02-26T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T11:29:45.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Yo tengo dos puntos fuertes: acá (garganta) y acá (pubis). Me lo dijeron cuando me hicieron la lectura de chakras. Eso quiere decir que mi manera de entender el mundo es a través de mis genitales. -dijo el joven chubutense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358250359888246202-6376723752014549404?l=sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/feeds/6376723752014549404/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358250359888246202&amp;postID=6376723752014549404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/6376723752014549404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/6376723752014549404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/2007/02/yo-tengo-dos-puntos-fuertes-ac-garganta.html' title=''/><author><name>sentime una cosita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02746485711950771960</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358250359888246202.post-7634029917109510238</id><published>2007-02-26T11:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T11:35:50.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tres púberes de 14 años conversan.&lt;br /&gt;- Sudaca es despectivo, no es como decir argentino o latinoamericano.&lt;br /&gt;- Es como decir brasuca... no es despectivo. -responde otra chica.&lt;br /&gt;- Yo no soy sudaca, si vos sudás es tu problema. -acota la tercera chica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358250359888246202-7634029917109510238?l=sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/feeds/7634029917109510238/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358250359888246202&amp;postID=7634029917109510238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/7634029917109510238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/7634029917109510238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/2007/02/tres-pberes-de-14-aos-conversan.html' title=''/><author><name>sentime una cosita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02746485711950771960</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358250359888246202.post-496293935178321958</id><published>2007-02-26T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T11:21:32.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Profesión: dramaturga", completa la dramaturga en el formulario del correo.&lt;br /&gt;- ¿Sos dermatóloga? Qué bueno. -comenta la empleada al revisar el papel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358250359888246202-496293935178321958?l=sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/feeds/496293935178321958/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358250359888246202&amp;postID=496293935178321958&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/496293935178321958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/496293935178321958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/2007/02/profesin-dramaturga-completa-la.html' title=''/><author><name>sentime una cosita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02746485711950771960</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358250359888246202.post-8422983635812606671</id><published>2007-02-16T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T20:06:32.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Si olés calzoncillos, quedás embarazada -sentenció la abuela.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358250359888246202-8422983635812606671?l=sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/feeds/8422983635812606671/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358250359888246202&amp;postID=8422983635812606671&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/8422983635812606671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/8422983635812606671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/2007/02/si-ols-calzoncillos-queds-embarazada.html' title=''/><author><name>sentime una cosita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02746485711950771960</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358250359888246202.post-395494733488546671</id><published>2007-02-16T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T20:04:43.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Son pedazos de gente. Pedazos de gente, en la vereda. Están ahí, tirados y les faltan pedazos. Les falta una pierna, les falta un brazo, un día me voy a encontrar a una cabeza que me habla... ya hay un tronco. Son pedazos de gente. No tendrían que estar ahí. -explicaba una madre a su hija.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358250359888246202-395494733488546671?l=sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/feeds/395494733488546671/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358250359888246202&amp;postID=395494733488546671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/395494733488546671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/395494733488546671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/2007/02/son-pedazos-de-gente.html' title=''/><author><name>sentime una cosita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02746485711950771960</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358250359888246202.post-53690747729583410</id><published>2007-02-14T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T21:25:48.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Entonces se fueron a chibichibichiwar.&lt;br /&gt;- ¿A qué?&lt;br /&gt;- Chibichibichiwar. Es una palabra que inventamos con mis amigas.&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;- Bueno, fueron en búsqueda de un hijo, hicieron el amor. -dijo la niña de diez años.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358250359888246202-53690747729583410?l=sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/feeds/53690747729583410/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358250359888246202&amp;postID=53690747729583410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/53690747729583410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/53690747729583410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/2007/02/entonces-se-fueron-chibichibichiwar.html' title=''/><author><name>sentime una cosita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02746485711950771960</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358250359888246202.post-7183873989171617233</id><published>2007-02-12T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T22:08:03.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo viví muchos años&lt;br /&gt;y voy a vivir muchos años más&lt;br /&gt;porque digo&lt;br /&gt;muchas&lt;br /&gt;malas&lt;br /&gt;palabras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dijo la señora que compraba en la librería&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358250359888246202-7183873989171617233?l=sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/feeds/7183873989171617233/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358250359888246202&amp;postID=7183873989171617233&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/7183873989171617233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/7183873989171617233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/2007/02/yo-viv-muchos-aos-y-voy-vivir-muchos.html' title=''/><author><name>sentime una cosita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02746485711950771960</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358250359888246202.post-1484617836775550315</id><published>2007-02-12T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T21:55:53.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- "Qué es la filosofía. Cuarto fascículo" -lee la empleada- ¿qué es? ¿qué es la filosofía? ¿una enfermedad? -pregunta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358250359888246202-1484617836775550315?l=sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/feeds/1484617836775550315/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358250359888246202&amp;postID=1484617836775550315&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/1484617836775550315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358250359888246202/posts/default/1484617836775550315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimeunacosita.blogspot.com/2007/02/qu-es-la-filosofa.html' title=''/><author><name>sentime una cosita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02746485711950771960</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
