<?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-5880016504749574480</id><updated>2012-01-28T11:14:02.786+01:00</updated><category term='Barzellette'/><category term='LINKS'/><title type='text'>coanbo</title><subtitle type='html'>La barzelletta è un breve racconto umoristico, trasmesso prevalentemente in forma orale, che mira a scatenare una reazione di ilarità ... (Wikipedia)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880016504749574480.post-7817823135279747693</id><published>2011-12-11T18:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T18:47:47.112+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>I SEMINI</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="247" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7RgLQpRrqQg?rel=0" width="320"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-7817823135279747693?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/7817823135279747693/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-carabinieri.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/7817823135279747693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/7817823135279747693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-carabinieri.html' title='I SEMINI'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7RgLQpRrqQg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880016504749574480.post-4066897526423988329</id><published>2011-05-21T00:54:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T00:56:57.469+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>IL BARBIERE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto auto; font-size: small;"&gt;Un giorno un  fioraio va da un barbiere per un taglio di capelli. Dopo il taglio, chiede il  conto, e il barbiere risponde: 'Non posso accettare soldi da voi, sto facendo il  servizio gratuito per la comunità di questa settimana'.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto auto; font-size: small;"&gt;Il fiorista è molto  contento, saluta calorosamente e lascia il  negozio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto auto; font-size: small;"&gt;La mattina dopo,  quando il barbiere va ad aprire il suo negozio, trova un cartello con sopra  “grazie” e una dozzina di rose davanti alla saracinesca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Più tardi,  un poliziotto passa dal barbiere, anche lui per un taglio di capelli, e quando  cerca di pagare il conto, il barbiere di nuovo risponde: 'Non posso accettare  soldi da voi, sto facendo il servizio per la mia comunità di questa  settimana'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto auto; font-size: small;"&gt;Il poliziotto,  felice, lascia il negozio. La mattina dopo, il barbiere trova davanti al negozio  un foglio di carta con scritto “grazie” e una dozzina di ciambelle calde che lo  aspettano alla porta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto auto; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto auto; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Poi, un membro del Parlamento, venuto  per un taglio di capelli, quando va per pagare il conto, il barbiere di nuovo  gli risponde: 'Non posso accettare soldi da voi. Sto facendo il servizio alla  comunità di questa settimana'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small;"&gt;Il membro del  Parlamento, felicissimo di questa notizia, lascia il negozio.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;La mattina dopo, quando il barbiere va  ad aprire, trova davanti al negozio una dozzina di altri parlamentari in fila,  in attesa di un taglio di capelli gratuito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-4066897526423988329?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/4066897526423988329/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2011/05/il-barbiere.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/4066897526423988329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/4066897526423988329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2011/05/il-barbiere.html' title='IL BARBIERE'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-207268795490086567</id><published>2011-05-03T17:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T18:10:24.348+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>ASPETTA UN SECONDO</title><content type='html'>Un uomo chiese a Dio:&lt;br /&gt;"Per te 1000 anni quanti sono?"&lt;br /&gt;Dio rispose "Caro, per me 1000 anni equivalgono ad un 1 secondo"&lt;br /&gt;" E per te 1000000 di euro quanti sono? "1 centesimo"&lt;br /&gt;"Allora me lo presti un centesimo?"&lt;br /&gt;Dio rispose: "Aspetta un secondo".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-207268795490086567?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/207268795490086567/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2011/05/aspetta-un-secondo.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/207268795490086567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/207268795490086567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2011/05/aspetta-un-secondo.html' title='ASPETTA UN SECONDO'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-286826610764652822</id><published>2011-04-17T02:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T02:08:37.921+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>UN LADRO IN PARADISO</title><content type='html'>Un ladro arrivò alla porta del Cielo e cominciò a bussare: "Aprite!".&lt;br /&gt;l'apostolo ...Pietro, che custodisce le chiavi del Paradiso, udì il fracasso e si affacciò alla porta.&lt;br /&gt;"Chi è là?".&lt;br /&gt;"Io".&lt;br /&gt;"E chi sei tu?".&lt;br /&gt;"Un ladro. Fammi entrare in Cielo".&lt;br /&gt;"Neanche per sogno. Qui non c'è posto per un ladro".&lt;br /&gt;"E chi sei tu per impedirmi di entrare?".&lt;br /&gt;"Sono l'apostolo Pietro!".&lt;br /&gt;"Ti conosco! Tu sei quello che per paura ha rinnegato Gesù prima che il gallo cantasse tre volte. Io so tutto, amico!".&lt;br /&gt;Rosso di vergogna, San Pietro si ritirò e corse a cercare San Paolo: "Paolo, va' tu a parlare con quel tale alla porta".&lt;br /&gt;San Paolo mise la testa fuori della porta: "Chi è là?".&lt;br /&gt;"Sono io, il ladro. Fammi entrare in Paradiso".&lt;br /&gt;"Qui non c'è posto per i ladri!".&lt;br /&gt;"E chi sei tu che non vuoi farmi entrare?".&lt;br /&gt;"Io sono l'apostolo Paolo!".&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, Paolo! Tu sei quello che andava da Gerusalemme a Damasco per ammazzare i cristiani. E adesso sei in Paradiso!".&lt;br /&gt;San Paolo arrossì, si ritirò confuso e raccontò tutto a San Pietro.&lt;br /&gt;"Dobbiamo mandare alla porta l'Evangelista Giovanni" disse Pietro. "Lui non ha mai rinnegato Gesù. Può parlare con il ladro".&lt;br /&gt;Giovanni si affacciò alla porta. "Chi è là?".&lt;br /&gt;"Sono io, il ladro. Lasciami entrare in Cielo".&lt;br /&gt;"Puoi bussare fin che vuoi, ladro. Per i peccatori come te qui non c'è posto!".&lt;br /&gt;"E chi sei tu, che non mi lasci entrare?".&lt;br /&gt;"Io sono l'Evangelista Giovanni".&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, tu sei un Evangelista. Perché mai ingannate gli uomini? Voi avete scritto nel Vangelo: 'Bussate e vi sarà aperto. Chiedete ed otterrete'. Sono due ore che busso e chiedo, ma nessuno mi fa entrare. Se tu non mi trovi subito un posto in Paradiso, torno immediatamente sulla Terra e racconto a tutti che hai scritto bugie nel Vangelo!".&lt;br /&gt;Giovanni si spaventò e fece entrare il ladro in Paradiso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruno Ferrero&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-286826610764652822?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/286826610764652822/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2011/03/un-ladro-in-paradiso.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/286826610764652822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/286826610764652822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2011/03/un-ladro-in-paradiso.html' title='UN LADRO IN PARADISO'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-977469597551116994</id><published>2011-04-11T02:11:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T02:12:16.718+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LINKS'/><title type='text'>LINKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ilnavigant.blogspot.com/" target="_new"&gt;• il navigante&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-977469597551116994?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/977469597551116994/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2011/04/links.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/977469597551116994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/977469597551116994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2011/04/links.html' title='LINKS'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-6940722887381814511</id><published>2011-02-25T01:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T01:36:41.020+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>IL PASSERO</title><content type='html'>Un motociclista prende in pieno un passero ... Si accorge che è ancora vivo, lo porta a casa e lo mette in una gabbbia per curarlo.&lt;br /&gt;Il giorno dopo ... il passero si sveglia si guarda a destra e vede un pezzetto di pane con una piccola ciotola d'acqua, si guarda intorno vede le sbarre della gabietta: 'Oh Ca**o, ho ammazzato il motociclista!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-6940722887381814511?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/6940722887381814511/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2011/02/il-passero.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/6940722887381814511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/6940722887381814511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2011/02/il-passero.html' title='IL PASSERO'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-6209688224169400996</id><published>2010-05-20T02:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T02:57:38.549+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Il controllore</title><content type='html'>Un rapinatore sale su un autobus a Napoli e grida: "Fermi, questa è una rapina!". Un signore si alza e dice: "Maronn' mia, che spavento, pensavo fosse 'o controllore!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-6209688224169400996?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/6209688224169400996/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2010/05/il-controllore.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/6209688224169400996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/6209688224169400996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2010/05/il-controllore.html' title='Il controllore'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-2270427262174401623</id><published>2010-04-11T15:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T15:12:53.498+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Idea dell'eternità</title><content type='html'>Professore: "Ragazzi, si può descrivere qualcosa che dia l'idea dell'eternità?" Alunno: "Certo prof, LE SUE ORE DI LEZIONE!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-2270427262174401623?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/2270427262174401623/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2010/04/idea-delleternita.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/2270427262174401623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/2270427262174401623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2010/04/idea-delleternita.html' title='Idea dell&apos;eternità'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-8187029210464239965</id><published>2010-04-10T19:40:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T19:43:55.509+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Il treno per Bari</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Un tizio è alla stazione in attesa del treno per Bari.&lt;br /&gt;Non sa cosa fare per ingannare il tempo, sale su una bilancia parlante e inserisce una moneta. "sei alto un metro e settanta, pesi 65 kg e stai aspettando il treno per Bari".&lt;br /&gt;"Come fa a saperlo?".&lt;br /&gt;Mette un'altra moneta e la bilancia ripete: sei alto un metro e settanta, pesi 65 kg e stai aspettando il treno per Bari.&lt;br /&gt;Va a cambiare soldi con monete e riprova la bilancia: sei alto un metro e settanta, pesi 65 kg e a forza di fare il pirla hai perso il treno per Bari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-8187029210464239965?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/8187029210464239965/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2010/04/un-tizio-e-alla-stazione-in-attesa-del.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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delinquente sale sul bus:"fermi tutti,questa è una rapina"&lt;br /&gt;...un passeggero: "maronna che paura ...pensavo che fosse il controllore!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-7933220012515348364?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/7933220012515348364/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2010/03/il-delinquente.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/7933220012515348364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/7933220012515348364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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quarto!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-6607405357328255482?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/6607405357328255482/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2010/03/la-juve-ha-perso.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/6607405357328255482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/6607405357328255482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2010/03/la-juve-ha-perso.html' title='La juve ha 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880016504749574480.post-862270420036330148</id><published>2010-03-04T19:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T19:37:56.081+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>E lei lo lascia</title><content type='html'>LEI lo lasció e LUI le disse:&lt;br /&gt;ricordi quando sei stata bocciata? Io ero lí per te.&lt;br /&gt;E quando è morto il cane? Ero lí per te.&lt;br /&gt;E quando stavi male? Ero lí per te.&lt;br /&gt;E lei: Appunto, PORTI SFIGA !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-862270420036330148?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/862270420036330148/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-lei-lo-lascia.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/862270420036330148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/862270420036330148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-lei-lo-lascia.html' title='E lei lo lascia'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-6414494465854277272</id><published>2010-02-26T09:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T20:28:25.687+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>A ristorante</title><content type='html'>Al ristorante un signore, dopo aver guardato il conto salatissimo, chiama il cameriere:&lt;br /&gt;"Fate sconti ai colleghi?" "Perchè anche lei è ristoratore?" "No, sono un ladro!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-6414494465854277272?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/6414494465854277272/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2010/02/al-ristorante-un-uomo-dopo-aver.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/6414494465854277272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/6414494465854277272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2010/02/al-ristorante-un-uomo-dopo-aver.html' title='A ristorante'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-4623023094629859156</id><published>2010-02-25T01:59:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T02:14:53.380+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Diciotto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/grogqppSbrM&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/grogqppSbrM&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-4623023094629859156?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/4623023094629859156/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2010/02/diciotto.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/4623023094629859156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/4623023094629859156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2010/02/diciotto.html' title='Diciotto!'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-2143899522559833846</id><published>2010-02-25T01:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T01:44:16.534+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Il carabiniere bugiardo?</title><content type='html'>Un carabiniere ferma un'auto che viaggia a 120 Km/h dove vige il limite di 50!&lt;br /&gt;Si avvicina alla macchina e dice:&lt;br /&gt;- Patente e libretto prego.&lt;br /&gt;La bella donna al volante risponde:&lt;br /&gt;- La patente non ce l'ho più. Me l'hanno ritirata 10 giorni fa quando mi hanno fermata per la quarta volta ubriaca!&lt;br /&gt;- Posso vedere almeno il libretto di circolazione?&lt;br /&gt;- La macchina non è mia. L'ho rubata!&lt;br /&gt;- Rubata?&lt;br /&gt;- Sì, però penso che i documenti siano nel cassetto del cruscotto. Mi sembra di averli visti quando ci ho nascosto la pistola...&lt;br /&gt;- Lei ha una pistola nel portaoggetti?&lt;br /&gt;- Certo, l'ho nascosta dopo aver sparato all'uomo che guidava. Poi ho messo il suo cadavere nel bagagliaio!&lt;br /&gt;- Cosa? Lei ha un uomo morto nel bagagliaio?&lt;br /&gt;- Sì!&lt;br /&gt;Il carabiniere estrae la pistola d'ordinanza e chiama i rinforzi alla radio.&lt;br /&gt;Arrivano subito altre due pattuglie. Da una scende un Ufficiale che chiede alla donna:&lt;br /&gt;- Posso vedere la sua patente?&lt;br /&gt;- Certo, eccola!&lt;br /&gt;E gliela porge: regolare e validissima.&lt;br /&gt;- Di chi è quest'auto?&lt;br /&gt;- Mia. Ecco il libretto.&lt;br /&gt;Anche quello, tutto in ordine.&lt;br /&gt;- Potrebbe aprire il cassetto? Voglio controllare se ha nascosto una pistola...&lt;br /&gt;- Certo. Comunque le garantisco che non c'è nessuna pistola!&lt;br /&gt;La donna apre il cassetto portaoggetti, che è vuoto.&lt;br /&gt;- Le dispiace se perquisiamo il bagagliaio? Ci hanno avvisato per radio dicendo che ci sarebbe un cadavere!&lt;br /&gt;- Ma certamente.&lt;br /&gt;La donna apre il cofano: nulla, perfettamente vuoto.&lt;br /&gt;L'ufficiale:&lt;br /&gt;- Ma... non capisco. Il carabiniere che l'ha fermata mi ha detto che lei non aveva la patente, che gliel'avevano ritirata per guida in stato di ebbrezza, che la macchina era stata rubata a un uomo che lei ha ucciso e di cui ha occultato il cadavere nel bagagliaio e che la pistola era nel portaoggetti!&lt;br /&gt;La donna lo guarda e dice:&lt;br /&gt;- Fantastico! E scommetto che le ha detto pure che andavo troppo forte...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-2143899522559833846?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/2143899522559833846/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2010/02/un-carabiniere-ferma-unauto-che-viaggia.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/2143899522559833846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/2143899522559833846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2010/02/un-carabiniere-ferma-unauto-che-viaggia.html' title='Il carabiniere bugiardo?'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-3519586458998612926</id><published>2010-01-27T02:15:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T02:16:57.565+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>la mucca Bianca e quella Nera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YgFLaCx11Zg&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YgFLaCx11Zg&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-3519586458998612926?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/3519586458998612926/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2010/01/la-mucca-bianca-e-la-nera.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/3519586458998612926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/3519586458998612926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2010/01/la-mucca-bianca-e-la-nera.html' title='la mucca Bianca e quella Nera'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-8899305372902074159</id><published>2010-01-09T01:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:29:08.917+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Delusione</title><content type='html'>In un grande magazzino il 24 dicembre una bambina si avvicina a Babbo Natale che la invita a montare sulle sue ginocchia e le domanda: "Buongiorno, mia piccola. Allora dimmi, che cosa vorresti da Babbo Natale?". La piccola allora lo fissa con due grossi occhioni pieni di disperazione, grosse lacrime cominciano a scendere sulle sue guance: "Vuol dire che non hai ricevuto la mia email?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-8899305372902074159?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/8899305372902074159/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2010/01/delusione.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/8899305372902074159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/8899305372902074159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2010/01/delusione.html' title='Delusione'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-163789550969185276</id><published>2010-01-02T08:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:40:12.747+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>BIPOLARISMO</title><content type='html'>Qual'è il partito piu' democratico del mondo?&lt;br /&gt;Il reggiseno, perché unisce la destra con la sinistra, solleva la massa, e attira il popolo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-163789550969185276?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/163789550969185276/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2010/01/bipolarismo.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/163789550969185276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/163789550969185276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2010/01/bipolarismo.html' title='BIPOLARISMO'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-5290870387817716996</id><published>2009-12-26T01:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:39:41.903+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Il Maresciallo e l'Appuntato</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Il                  maresciallo sta spiegando all'appuntato che debbono recarsi al                  casinò per alcuni controlli: - Mi raccomando - dice il                  maresciallo - non dobbiamo far capire che siamo carabinieri altrimenti                  va all'aria la nostra ispezione; saremo due borghesi che vanno                  a giocare e basta! - Non si preoccupi Maresciallo, ci penso io.                  - E non mi devi chiamare neanche maresciallo!!! Allora entrano                  al casinò e alla vista di tante macchine da gioco l'appuntato                  si incuriosisce: - Maresciallo ha visto lì? - NON mi devi                  chiamare maresciallo! Vuoi che scoprano tutto? La storia va avanti                  un pò così, l'appuntato continua a chiamare il maresciallo                  col rischio di far scoprire tutto. Ad un certo punto i due si                  avvicinano al tavolo della roulette e il maresciallo per seguire                  meglio il gioco poggia le mani sul tavolo; il croupier credendo                  che voglia giocare gli chiede: - Ha puntato lei? - No no, io sono                  maresciallo! L'appuntato è lui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-5290870387817716996?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/5290870387817716996/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/12/il-maresciallo-e-lappuntato.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/5290870387817716996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/5290870387817716996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/12/il-maresciallo-e-lappuntato.html' title='Il Maresciallo e l&apos;Appuntato'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-6399856565810278141</id><published>2009-12-23T00:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T02:18:17.249+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Suocera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/opkh7ht-1oQ&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/6399856565810278141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/12/suocera.html' title='Suocera'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-2710315925839030243</id><published>2009-12-19T00:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:28:34.725+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Il senso dell'umorismo</title><content type='html'>Il professore allo studente:&lt;br /&gt;- Mi dica... quali sono le condizioni indispensabili per la sopravvivenza della razza umana?&lt;br /&gt;Lo studente, sicuro di sé:&lt;br /&gt;- Cibo, acqua e senso dell'umorismo.&lt;br /&gt;- E le donne?&lt;br /&gt;- E' lì che ci vuole senso dell'umorismo...&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-2710315925839030243?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/2710315925839030243/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/12/il-senso-dellumorismo.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/2710315925839030243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/2710315925839030243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/12/il-senso-dellumorismo.html' title='Il senso dell&apos;umorismo'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-1800424990733179853</id><published>2009-12-15T01:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:38:39.940+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Il citofono</title><content type='html'>Un Testimone di Geova ferma una persona per strada e gli chiede:&lt;br /&gt;    - Se Cristo suonasse oggi alla sua porta lei lo riconoscerebbe?&lt;br /&gt;    - Certo!&lt;br /&gt;    - Come può esserne così sicuro?&lt;br /&gt;    - Il citofono è rotto da due anni...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-1800424990733179853?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/1800424990733179853/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/12/il-citofono.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/1800424990733179853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/1800424990733179853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/12/il-citofono.html' title='Il citofono'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-8973606374618430133</id><published>2009-12-06T01:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:38:12.538+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Berlusconi Bersani Casini Di Pietro</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;In un aereo ci sono BERLUSCONI, BERSANI, CASINI e DI PIETRO. L'aereo precipita, chi si salva?.... L'ITALIA !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-8973606374618430133?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/8973606374618430133/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/12/chi-si-salva.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/8973606374618430133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/8973606374618430133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/12/chi-si-salva.html' title='Berlusconi Bersani Casini Di Pietro'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-7572542673804061147</id><published>2009-12-04T17:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:37:46.458+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Ricca e benestante</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Signora quarantenne, ricca e         benestante dal ginecologo:&lt;br /&gt;-Dottore, volevo dirle che ho un autista         giovane, prestante ventenne e con lui vado a letto due volte alla         settimana!&lt;br /&gt;-Signora vede a me della sua vita privata non interessa.&lt;br /&gt;-No,         vede dottore è che ieri ho conosciuto un uomo di colore, bello ma         talmente bello che non ho resistito alla voglia di andare a letto anche         con lui!&lt;br /&gt;-Signora le ripeto che la sua vita privata non interessa.&lt;br /&gt;-Mi         scusi dottore, ma anche il mio giardiniere è giovane e carino, e anche         con lui tre volte alla settimana!&lt;br /&gt;-Signora ma lei è malata!&lt;br /&gt;-Ecco         dottore può dirlo lei a mio marito che non sono una donnaccia!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-7572542673804061147?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/7572542673804061147/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/12/ricca-e-benestante.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/7572542673804061147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/7572542673804061147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/12/ricca-e-benestante.html' title='Ricca e benestante'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-4570374553868570455</id><published>2009-12-04T17:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:37:23.464+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Si offre lavoro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Un'inserzione sul giornale dice che si offre lavoro purche' si sia    disposti  a tutto. Si presenta al colloquio preliminare un tale e gli    viene chiesto se e' disposto a tutto. Quando costui afferma di si' il    datore di lavoro tira fuori una pistola e gli dice: "Se vuoi il lavoro    devi andare a casa e uccidere tua moglie". Il tizio ovviamente si    rifiuta: "Mi dispiace, ma, sa,  siamo sposati da poco..." e cosi' e'    costretto ad andarsene. Si presenta il secondo signore, ma alla domanda    se e' disposto ad uccidere la moglie, alla vista della pistola, si    rifiuta: "Mi dispiace, ma mia moglie e' incinta...". Si presenta il    terzo tizio che accetta. Prende la pistola e va a casa. Qualche ora dopo    torna tutto arrabbiato: "Ma me lo poteva dire che era scarica. Sono    stato costretto a strangolarla!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-4570374553868570455?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/4570374553868570455/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/12/si-offre-lavoro.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/4570374553868570455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/4570374553868570455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/12/si-offre-lavoro.html' title='Si offre lavoro'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-668948443462751185</id><published>2009-12-04T17:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:36:59.388+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>La scimmia e il carabiniere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="message"&gt;La NASA ha deciso di far un esperimento e mandare sulla luna una scimmia e un carabiniere. Entrambi non devono fare altro che seguire le istruzioni che saranno date loro durante il viaggio. Partono per la luna. Arriva per la scimmia la prima istruzione: "attivare il motore n 5, chiudere portone 4, disattivare comando 7 ecc...", arriva la seconda istruzione per la scimmia "attivare motore n 2, regolare livello di ossigeno...ecc"; arrivano ben 25 comunicazioni per la scimmia e neanche una per il carabiniere. Finalmente dopo un po' arriva la sua prima istruzione:"Dare da mangiare alla scimmia e NON TOCCARE NIENTE!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-668948443462751185?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/668948443462751185/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/12/la-scimmia-e-il-carabiniere.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/668948443462751185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/668948443462751185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/12/la-scimmia-e-il-carabiniere.html' title='La scimmia e il carabiniere'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-4705939836295421656</id><published>2009-12-04T16:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:36:29.823+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Il carabiniere contadino</title><content type='html'>Un carabiniere a cena da un contadino si vede offrire del salame molto gustoso.&lt;br /&gt;Al che il contadino vede il carabiniere prendere i chicchi di pepe e metterseli in tasca.&lt;br /&gt;Per non contrariarlo rimane col dubbio e fa finta di nulla.&lt;br /&gt;Alla fine della cena gli chiede se gli e' piaciuta, e il carabiniere risponde di si, al che il contadino per saggiare il terreno gli chiede: "Anche il salame?" e il carabiniere: "Si', era ottimo".&lt;br /&gt;A questo punto il contadino rincuorato gliene vuole offrire un po' per casa e il carabiniere: "No, grazie, ma ho gia' preso i semi !".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-4705939836295421656?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/4705939836295421656/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/12/il-carabiniere-contadino.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/4705939836295421656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/4705939836295421656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/12/il-carabiniere-contadino.html' title='Il carabiniere contadino'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-6151092254650376998</id><published>2009-12-02T02:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:36:04.349+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Il sacerdote operato</title><content type='html'>Un sacerdote un po' vanitoso ha un disturbo cardiaco e va in ospedale a farsi operare, sul letto operatorio chiede a Dio: "Signore ce la farò o la mia fine è vicina?"&lt;br /&gt;Dio gli dice: "No... vivrai almeno altri 40 anni!"&lt;br /&gt;Appena guarito il sacerdote vanaglorioso, decide di farsi anche un trapianto di capelli, un lifting facciale, una liposuzione, di rifarsi i denti, il mento, etc. Insomma esce che è un uomo diverso.&lt;br /&gt;Appena uscito dall'ospedale, però, una macchina lo mette sotto e muore.&lt;br /&gt;Quando si presenta da Dio, gli chiede: "Signore, mi avevi detto che sarei vissuto altri 40 anni!"&lt;br /&gt;E Dio: "Ops, scusa... non ti avevo riconosciuto..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-6151092254650376998?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/6151092254650376998/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/12/il-sacerdote-operato.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/6151092254650376998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/6151092254650376998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/12/il-sacerdote-operato.html' title='Il sacerdote operato'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-693075625019593612</id><published>2009-12-01T12:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:35:34.422+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Che amore ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prima di sposarsi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lei: Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;Lui: Finalmente! Da quanto tempo aspettavo questo&lt;br /&gt;momento!&lt;br /&gt;Lei: Vuoi che vada via?&lt;br /&gt;Lui: NO! Come ti viene in mente? Solo a pensarci,&lt;br /&gt;rabbrividisco!&lt;br /&gt;Lei: Mi ami?&lt;br /&gt;Lui: Certamente! A tutte le ore del giorno e della&lt;br /&gt;notte!&lt;br /&gt;Lei: Mi hai mai tradito?&lt;br /&gt;Lui: NO! MAI! perché me lo chiedi?&lt;br /&gt;Lei: Vuoi baciarmi?&lt;br /&gt;Lui: Sì, ogni volta che ne ho l’occasione!&lt;br /&gt;Lei: Saresti mai capace di picchiarmi?&lt;br /&gt;Lui: Sei impazzita? Lo sai come sono io!&lt;br /&gt;Lei: Posso fidarmi di te?&lt;br /&gt;Lui: Sì!&lt;br /&gt;Lei: Tesoro …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dopo sette anni di matrimonio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta leggere il testo dal basso in alto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-693075625019593612?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/693075625019593612/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/12/che-amore.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/693075625019593612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/693075625019593612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/12/che-amore.html' title='Che amore ...'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-3159068888841768985</id><published>2009-11-30T07:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:35:12.742+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Berlusconi in aereo</title><content type='html'>Berlusconi in aereo dice: "Ora butterò 10€ e farò felice un italiano".&lt;br /&gt;Poco dopo dice: "ora butterò 50€ e farò felici cinque italiani".&lt;br /&gt;Allora interviene un passegero dicendogli: "Perchè non ti butti tu così farai felice tutta l'umanità?.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-3159068888841768985?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/3159068888841768985/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/berlusconi.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/3159068888841768985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/3159068888841768985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/berlusconi.html' title='Berlusconi in aereo'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-5421929348740833055</id><published>2009-11-30T02:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:34:53.067+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Una maestra</title><content type='html'>In una scuola di Torino, una maestra molto juventina, intimorisce i suoi alunni:&lt;br /&gt;- TU!!! Per che squadra tieni?&lt;br /&gt;Il bambino impaurito:&lt;br /&gt;- Per la juve, signora maestra!&lt;br /&gt;La maestra indicando un altro bambino:&lt;br /&gt;- TU! Per che squadra tieni?&lt;br /&gt;- Per la juve, signora maestra!&lt;br /&gt;Poi indicando un altro bambino ancora:&lt;br /&gt;- TU!!! Per che squadra tieni?&lt;br /&gt;- Per la juve, signora maestra!&lt;br /&gt;La maestra indicando un bambino seminascosto in fondo alla classe:&lt;br /&gt;- TU! Per che squadra tieni?&lt;br /&gt;- Per... per il Torino, signora maestra!&lt;br /&gt;- Per il Torino??? Come è possibile una sciocchezza simile? Dammi una ragione valida!&lt;br /&gt;- Beh... Mio papà tiene per il Torino, mia mamma tiene per il Torino, mio fratello tiene per il Torino... Tengo per il Torino anche io.&lt;br /&gt;- E ti sembra una una motivazione valida? E se tua mamma era una mignotta, tuo papà un barbone e tuo fratello un drogato che facevi?&lt;br /&gt;- Ero juventino, signora maestra...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-5421929348740833055?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/5421929348740833055/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/una-maestra.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/5421929348740833055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/5421929348740833055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/una-maestra.html' title='Una maestra'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-7398423965541831193</id><published>2009-11-30T01:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:34:23.510+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Il matto</title><content type='html'>Un matto minaccia di gettarsi dall'alto.&lt;br /&gt;Gli infermieri sotto gridano:&lt;br /&gt;"Non farlo! Pensa ai tuoi figli".&lt;br /&gt;"Non ne ho".&lt;br /&gt;"Pensa ai tuoi genitori".&lt;br /&gt;"Sono morti".&lt;br /&gt;"Pensa alla Roma".&lt;br /&gt;"Non me ne frega niente della Roma".&lt;br /&gt;"E allora buttati, sporco Laziale!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-7398423965541831193?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/7398423965541831193/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/il-matto.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/7398423965541831193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/7398423965541831193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/il-matto.html' title='Il matto'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-7320437979339965255</id><published>2009-11-29T14:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:33:56.180+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Il genovese</title><content type='html'>In prigione a Genova: "Perché sei qui tu?". "Perché ho rubato dei gioielli infrangendo la vetrina con un mattone". "e ti hanno preso sul fatto?". "No, il giorno dopo quando sono andato a riprendermi il mattone!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-7320437979339965255?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/7320437979339965255/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/il-genovese.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/7320437979339965255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/7320437979339965255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/il-genovese.html' title='Il genovese'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-5709339167128814963</id><published>2009-11-29T02:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:33:27.112+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Le scarpe di Totti</title><content type='html'>Totti va a Trigoria e Conti gli dice:&lt;br /&gt;- Ah France'... ma non te sei accorto che c'hai una scarpa della Nike e una dell'Adidas?!? Dai vai a casa a cambiatte!&lt;br /&gt;Francesco torna di corsa a casa e poi di nuovo al campo d'allenamento dove trova l'allenatore al quale fa:&lt;br /&gt;- A Bru', m'hai fatto anna' a casa pe' gnente... pure lì c'ho una scarpa della Nike e una dell'Adidas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-5709339167128814963?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/5709339167128814963/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/le-scarpe-di-totti.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/5709339167128814963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/5709339167128814963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/le-scarpe-di-totti.html' title='Le scarpe di Totti'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-7006224031959139047</id><published>2009-11-29T02:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:33:10.491+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Diciotto</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PbJ553BnUBo&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PbJ553BnUBo&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-7006224031959139047?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/7006224031959139047/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/7006224031959139047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/7006224031959139047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_28.html' title='Diciotto'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-2836743982144959875</id><published>2009-11-28T21:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:32:50.180+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>La finanza</title><content type='html'>Corre una lumaca, per modo di dire, e incontra una volpe. La volpe le chiede perché sta correndo.&lt;br /&gt;- Mi stanno dietro quelli della finanza.&lt;br /&gt;- Ma come mai stanno alle calcagne proprio a te?&lt;br /&gt;- Sai, io ho la casa, marito ha la casa ed anche tutti i figli hanno la casa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentito questa testimonianza, comincia a correre anche la volpe ed incontra una scimmia.&lt;br /&gt;- Ciao volpe! Perché stai correndo?&lt;br /&gt;- Mi stano perseguitando quelli della finanza.&lt;br /&gt;- Ma perché ti dovrebbero perseguitare?&lt;br /&gt;- Vedi, io ho la pelliccia, mio marito ha la pelliccia e i figli pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E comincia a correre anche la scimmia. Le chiedono perché corre:&lt;br /&gt;- Scappo perché c’è la finanza in giro e si sa che noi con il culo scoperto siamo sempre i primi ad essere colpiti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-2836743982144959875?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/2836743982144959875/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/la-finanza.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/2836743982144959875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/2836743982144959875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/la-finanza.html' title='La finanza'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-7770249155884051675</id><published>2009-11-28T20:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:32:31.153+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Saddam, Bush e Berlusconi</title><content type='html'>Saddam domandò a Dio:  - Come sarà l'Iraq fra 4 anni?  E Dio gli rispose:  - Sarà distrutto da innumerevoli bombe lanciate dagli americani!  Saddam sedette a terra, piangendo disperato.  Bush domandò a Dio:  - Come saranno gli Stati Uniti fra 4 anni?  E Dio rispose:  - Saranno completamente contaminati da innumerevoli attacchi di bombe chimiche di Bin Laden!  Bush si accasciò al suolo, piangendo disperato.  Alla fine Berlusconi domandò a Dio:  - Come sarà l'Italia fra 4 anni di mio governo?  Dio si accasciò al suolo e pianse disperato..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-7770249155884051675?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/7770249155884051675/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/saddam-bush-e-berlusconi.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/7770249155884051675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/7770249155884051675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/saddam-bush-e-berlusconi.html' title='Saddam, Bush e Berlusconi'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-7032268612399294301</id><published>2009-11-28T18:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:32:07.025+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>La suocera</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/opkh7ht-1oQ&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/opkh7ht-1oQ&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-7032268612399294301?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/7032268612399294301/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/la-suocera.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/7032268612399294301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/7032268612399294301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/la-suocera.html' title='La suocera'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-762585627544176249</id><published>2009-11-28T17:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:31:44.301+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Figlia con macchina nuova</title><content type='html'>Un padre raccomanda alla figlia che sta uscendo con la macchina nuova: "Mi raccomando, non correre!"; "Sì papà, sì..."; "Guarda che ti chiamo con il telefonino per stare tranquillo!"; "Va bene, non ti preoccupare...". Alla sera la figlia rientra in orario e il padre senza dire una parola le molla due schiaffoni. La ragazza urla: "Ahi! Perché...?"; "Perché?! Ti avrò telefonato dieci volte e ogni volta la signorina della Telecom mi diceva "L'utente non è raggiungibile, l'utente non è raggiungibile"... ma a quanto cazzo andavi?".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-762585627544176249?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/762585627544176249/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/un-padre-raccomanda-alla-figlia-che-sta.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/762585627544176249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/762585627544176249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/un-padre-raccomanda-alla-figlia-che-sta.html' title='Figlia con macchina nuova'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-1818091566058013161</id><published>2009-11-28T17:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:31:26.454+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Giocatore di poker</title><content type='html'>Un ragazzo ore 4.30 del mattino suona al citofono di casa (driiiin)... Risponde al citofono il padre "chi è?" e il figlio "Papà senti una cosa... ma in una partita a poker e con un poker d'assi in mano tu cosa avresti fatto?" risponde il padre "Io!?! con un poker d'assi?!? mi sarei giocato la casa!!" il figlio " eeh allora scendi perchè abbiamo perso!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-1818091566058013161?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/1818091566058013161/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/giocatore-di-poker.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/1818091566058013161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/1818091566058013161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/giocatore-di-poker.html' title='Giocatore di poker'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-6714185866096571153</id><published>2009-11-28T17:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:30:44.821+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Il delinquente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Io sono troppo sfortunato come delinquente!&lt;br /&gt;Ho fatto una rapina in una ferramenta: mi hanno inchiodato.&lt;br /&gt;Sono andato a rubare le galline: mi hanno beccato.&lt;br /&gt;Ho fatto una rapina da un parrucchiere e mi hanno acciuffato.&lt;br /&gt;Allora mi sono messo in società con un ladro più bravo di me. Mi ha detto: "Con tutto quello che prendiamo facciamo metà per uno! Infatti, abbiamo preso un anno, sei mesi io e sei mesi lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-6714185866096571153?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/6714185866096571153/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/il-delinquente.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/6714185866096571153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/6714185866096571153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/il-delinquente.html' title='Il delinquente'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-4837464818730688636</id><published>2009-11-28T17:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:46:32.175+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>La diarrea</title><content type='html'>Dottore ho la diarrea ..!!! ha provato con il limone???? Si ma quando lo tolgo ricomincia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-4837464818730688636?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/4837464818730688636/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/la-diarrea.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/4837464818730688636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/4837464818730688636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/la-diarrea.html' title='La diarrea'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-4522091348565292860</id><published>2009-11-28T16:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:43:38.105+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Il congelatore</title><content type='html'>Un giorno arriva in Paradiso un signore, e tutto allegro fa amicizia con tutti, fino a quando vede un signore tutto infreddolito e gli chiede: "Ciao, tu di che cosa sei morto?" risponde quello: "Io sono morto congelato, e tu di che cosa sei morto?" risponde l'altro: "sono morto di gioia!" e l'altro "Come sei morto di gioia, spiegati meglio" "Sono tornato a casa dal lavoro e ho trovato mia moglie tutta nuda sul letto, allora ho cominciato a cercare l'amante, ho cercato sotto il letto, in bagno, in cucina, negli armadi e non ho trovato niente, era tanta l'emozione di aver scoperto che mia moglie mi è sempre stata fedele che sono morto di gioia!" Risponde l'altro: "Pirla, se aprivi il congelatore a quest'ora eravamo vivi tutti e due!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-4522091348565292860?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/4522091348565292860/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/il-congelatore.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/4522091348565292860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/4522091348565292860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/il-congelatore.html' title='Il congelatore'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-6927915003125424185</id><published>2009-11-28T16:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:45:05.983+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Tre morti da San Pietro</title><content type='html'>Tre uomini morti in un incidente d'auto, arrivano al cospetto di San Pietro! questi allora per attribuire loro un mezzo di trasporto con in quale muoversi pone loro una domanda! "quante volte avete tradito vostra moglie"? il primo risponde - "io sono stato bravo non ho mai tradito mia moglie". Pietro - "bravo prendi le chiavi della ferrari". Il secondo risponde - "Io solo una volta Pietro, ma eravamo in un momento di crisi". Pietro - "crisi o meno non dovevi tradirla, ma una volta sola è perdonabile, tieni una mercedes". il terzo risponde - "io son stato molto cattivo invece l'ho tradita ben 10 volte". Pietro - "meriteresti l'inferno, ma perché devi andare in paradiso ti ci mando con una panda 30 arrugginita!!! non sono perdonabili 10 corna"!!!&lt;br /&gt;Una settimana dopo i tre si incontrano casualmente ad un semaforo, i due alla guida di mercedes e della panda guardano invidiosi la ferrari, ma vedono l'amico piangere!!! Quello della panda abbassa il finestrino e dice al fortunato: "ma cos'hai da piangere??? non sai proprio accontentarti"!!! questo piangendo risponde: "ma non c'entra la ferrari, ho visto mia moglie passare in bicicletta"!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-6927915003125424185?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/6927915003125424185/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/tre-uomini-morti.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/6927915003125424185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/6927915003125424185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/tre-uomini-morti.html' title='Tre morti da San Pietro'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-4177278960758220789</id><published>2009-11-28T16:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:45:57.521+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Neve perenne</title><content type='html'>Due carabinieri vanno in montagna e per strada trovano un cartello che dice "attenzione qui inizia la neve perenne". Allora uno fa all'altro: "cavolo, ma lo so anche io che la neve inizia per enne!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-4177278960758220789?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/4177278960758220789/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/neve-perenne.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/4177278960758220789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/4177278960758220789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/neve-perenne.html' title='Neve perenne'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-3968749068395955087</id><published>2009-11-28T15:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:45:30.034+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Raccontata da Berlusconi</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2kSKVJ_OPFA&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2kSKVJ_OPFA&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-3968749068395955087?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/3968749068395955087/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/3968749068395955087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/3968749068395955087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='Raccontata da Berlusconi'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-7669757071417336274</id><published>2009-11-28T15:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:44:35.642+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Un carabiniere</title><content type='html'>Un carabiniere ogni mattina entra in una cabina telefonica, alza la cornetta, pronuncia qualcosa, dopo ascolta ed esce tutto contento, con un grande sorriso sulla faccia. Un signore, che ogni mattina di fronte a questa cabina telefonica aspetta il suo autobus, una mattina si avvicina al carabiniere.&lt;br /&gt;- Mi scusi, so che non sono affari miei, ma La vedo ogni mattina fare questo rituale e mi chiedevo cosa stesse facendo?&lt;br /&gt;- Entro, alzo la cornetta e chiedo: "Chi è il carabiniere più intelligente del mondo?", e la voce mi risponde: "Tu, tuuu, tu, tuuu, tu, tuuu..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-7669757071417336274?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/7669757071417336274/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/un-carabiniere.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/7669757071417336274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/7669757071417336274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/un-carabiniere.html' title='Un carabiniere'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-3210140400882881161</id><published>2009-11-28T15:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:26:00.633+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>A ristorante</title><content type='html'>Un tizio in un ristorante ordina una minestra ma, appena arrivata la minestra, comincia a scappargli la pipì. Preoccupato che qualcuno gli mangiasse la minestra mentre sta in bagno, scrive su un tovagliolo: "HO SPUTATO NELLA MINESTRA".&lt;br /&gt;Tornato dal bagno, sul tovagliolo, sotto la sua scritta ne trova un' altra: "ANCH IO".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-3210140400882881161?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/3210140400882881161/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/ristorante.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/3210140400882881161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/3210140400882881161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/ristorante.html' title='A ristorante'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-8860423461292455521</id><published>2009-11-28T14:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:47:43.871+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Il pastore</title><content type='html'>Un pastore chiede a un altro: - Quante pecore hai tu?&lt;br /&gt;- Tantissime!&lt;br /&gt;- Ma quante?&lt;br /&gt;- Ah!... non lo so.&lt;br /&gt;- Ma come è possibile?&lt;br /&gt;- Quando provo a contarle, finisce sempre che mi addormento!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-8860423461292455521?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/8860423461292455521/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/il-pastore.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/8860423461292455521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/8860423461292455521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/il-pastore.html' title='Il pastore'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-1145463494446614046</id><published>2009-11-28T14:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:43:14.091+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Carabinieri</title><content type='html'>Il maresciallo: "Ma come avete fatto a farvi scappare l'assassino? Non vi avevo detto di controllare tutte le uscite?". L'appuntato: "Signorsi'! L'abbiamo fatto, ma deve essere riuscito a filarsela passando dall'ingresso!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-1145463494446614046?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/1145463494446614046/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/carabinieri.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/1145463494446614046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/1145463494446614046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/carabinieri.html' title='Carabinieri'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-6539568756375369843</id><published>2009-11-28T14:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:44:12.401+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>Un marine in Iraq</title><content type='html'>Un marine in Iraq riceve un giorno, una lettera dalla sua fidanzata. La lettera dice:&lt;br /&gt;- Caro Johnny, la nostra relazione non può più continuare. La distanza che ci separa è troppo grande. Ti confesso che da quando sei partito ti ho già tradito due volte. Mi di-spiace. Per favore rimandami la foto che ti avevo spedito. Mary.&lt;br /&gt;Il soldato ci resta malissimo. Chiede ai compagni di regalargli una foto delle loro fidan-zate, mogli, sorelle, cugine o amiche. Riceve 57 fotografie. Le mette tutte in una busta assieme a quella di Mary, poi aggiunge un biglietto:&lt;br /&gt;- Cara Mary, scusa ma non riesco a ricordarmi chi sei. Per piacere togli la tua foto dal mazzo e rimandami le altre. Johnny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-6539568756375369843?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/6539568756375369843/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/un-marine-in-iraq.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/6539568756375369843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/6539568756375369843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/un-marine-in-iraq.html' title='Un marine in Iraq'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-6670185408127939495</id><published>2009-11-28T14:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:47:13.316+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>L'ingegnere</title><content type='html'>Un ingegnere si presenta sul posto di lavoro. E' il suo primo giorno...&lt;br /&gt;Il dirigente gli mette una scopa in mano e gli dice:&lt;br /&gt;- Ecco, questa è una scopa, come prima cosa potresti dare una spazzata all'ufficio...&lt;br /&gt;Il giovane ingegnere replica:&lt;br /&gt;- Una scopa?!? Ma guardi che io sono un ingegnere!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ed il capo:&lt;br /&gt;- Hai ragione, scusa, vieni di là che ti faccio vedere come funziona...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-6670185408127939495?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/6670185408127939495/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/lingegnere.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/6670185408127939495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/6670185408127939495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/lingegnere.html' title='L&apos;ingegnere'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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-5880016504749574480.post-7238251890946794371</id><published>2009-11-28T14:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:42:04.710+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barzellette'/><title type='text'>L'alpinista</title><content type='html'>Un alpinista che cade, precipita, precipita, la corda si spezza e lui si attacca con la punta delle dita ad una piattaforma di granito coperta di ghiaccio.&lt;br /&gt;Sotto di lui, trecento metri di vuoto. Il tizio aspetta un attimo, con i piedi penzolanti nel vuoto, e alla fine domanda con una vocina sottile:&lt;br /&gt;- C'è qualcuno?&lt;br /&gt;Niente.&lt;br /&gt;Ripete, un po' più forte: - C'è qualcuno?&lt;br /&gt;Una voce profonda, che sorge dal nulla, sale allora fino a lui:&lt;br /&gt;- Si, ci sono Io, Dio!&lt;br /&gt;L'alpinista aspetta, con il cuor che batte e le dita congelate. E Dio riprende:&lt;br /&gt;- Se hai fiducia in me, molla quella piattaforma.&lt;br /&gt;Ti manderò due angeli che ti prenderanno al volo!&lt;br /&gt;L'alpinista riflette un attimo, poi, nel silenzio di nuovo siderale, domanda:&lt;br /&gt;- C'è qualcun altro?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880016504749574480-7238251890946794371?l=coanbo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/feeds/7238251890946794371/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/lalpinista.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/7238251890946794371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880016504749574480/posts/default/7238251890946794371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coanbo1.blogspot.com/2009/11/lalpinista.html' title='L&apos;alpinista'/><author><name>coanbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734530983346600210</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></feed>
