sábado, 18 de março de 2006

Avô Porno

Um homem de 75 anos de idade tornou-se actor porno na Rússia, depois de ter vagueado pelo estúdio por engano.
David Bozdoganov entrou nos estúdios da produtora Gorodcki porque confundiu os posters de anúncio para novos actores pornográficos com um espectáculo de halterofilismo. O avô David procurava um show de músculos e acabou por encontrar um palco onde homens e mulheres simulavam sexo.
O realizador Alexander Plahov conta como o episódio bizarro aconteceu: «Nós estávamos a fazer audições para um novo filme e tínhamos alguns casais no palco a actuar quando eu vi um idoso parado a olhar».
«Fui ter com ele e pedi-lhe que ele se fosse embora, quando reparei que tinha um volume enorme nas calças. Na altura, pensei logo em ter uma ideia original...». E Plahov tinha razão: os filmes com avô David são um sucesso.
Contudo, o realizador reconhece que David tem um problema: «As actrizes que contracenam com ele têm sempre queixas a fazer. É que David acredita no poder do alho e insiste em esfregar na erecção alho antes de cada cena. O cheiro é tenebroso...»

in Portugal Diario

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Cá está uma area q não discrimina as pessoas pela sua idade avançada. Se as pessoas ainda tem força e capacidade pra trabalhar são logo contratadas.
Uma profissão onde não mora o desemprego.

quinta-feira, 16 de março de 2006

The Sentinel




Along deserted avenues
Steam begins to rise
The figures primed and ready
Prepared for quick surprise
He's watching for a sign
His life is on the line

Sworn to avenge
Condemn to Hell
Tempt not the blade
All fear the Sentinel
Dogs whine in the alleys
Smoke is on the wind
From deep inside its empty shell
A cathedral bell begins
Ringing out its toll
A storm begins to grow

Sworn to avenge
Condemn to Hell
Tempt not the blade
All fear the Sentinel

Amidst the upturned burned-out cars
The challengers await
And in their fists clutch iron bars
With which to seal his fate
Across his chest is scabbards rest
The rows of throwing knives
Whose razor points in challenged tests
Have finished many lives

Now facing one another
The stand-off eats at time
Then all at once a silence falls
As the bell ceases its chime
Upon this sign the challengers
With shrieks and cries rush forth
The knives fly out like bullets
Upon their deadly course
Screams of pain and agony
Rent the silent air
Amidst the dying bodies
Blood runs everywhere
The figure stands expressionless
Impassive and alone
Unmoved by this victory
And the seeds of death he's sown

Sworn to avenge
Condemn to Hell
Tempt not the blade
All fear the Sentinel



- Judas Priest

domingo, 12 de março de 2006

These Boots



You keep saying you got something for me
Something you call love but confess
You've been a'messin' where you shouldn't 've been a'messin'
And now someone else is getting all your best
These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

Yeah

You keep lyin' when you oughta be truthin'
You keep losing when you oughta not bet
You keep samin' when you oughta be a'changin'
What's right is right but you ain't been right yet
These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you



You keep playing where you shouldn't be playing
And you keep thinking that you'll never get burnt (HAH)
Well, I've just found me a brand new box of matches (YEAH)
And what he knows you ain't had time to learn
These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you



Are you ready, boots?
Start walkin'




Musica de Nancy Sinatra


sexta-feira, 3 de março de 2006

Ah Grande Portugal !


Hoje quando li as gordas da 1ª pagina do Diario de Noticias nem acreditei no q estava a ler.

Então não é q para pro ano 2006 a Policia Judiciaria vai deixar fora das suas prioridades a Corrupção, o Tráfico de Influências e a Fraude Fiscal ?! e q vai centrar as suas prioridades no combate ao terrorismo!!!

T ERRORISMO?! Mas quem é q liga a este país periférico q não contra pra nada(a não ser qd é pra contribuir monetáriamente), pra vir ca´fazer ataques ?!

Portugal já tem terrosrismo muito antes do 11 de Stembro e ele se chama CRIME ECONÓMICO!!! Que tem levado o nosso País á miseria, criando um fosso, cada vez maior, entre pobres(aqueles q pagam os impostos) e ricos (aqueles q fogem ao fisco) e q leva a uma revolta contra esta corja de politicos q se agacham ao poder economico e q permitem tudo o q ele quer.

Muitos criticaram o Cavaco, qd este era primeiro-ministro, de favorecer os grupos economicos, mas eu pergunto, e o q está a fazer o Socrates?! Lider de um partido q se diz socialista. Pois, contem outra.

Esta noticia foi a ultima machadada na credibilidade deste governo e dos politicos de todos os partidos, q sabem disto mas q ficam calados.

O q este país éstá a precisar é de um golpe de estado!

quarta-feira, 1 de março de 2006

Janie’s Got a Gun





Dum, dum, dum, honey what have you done
Dum, dum, dum, it’s the sound of my gun
Dum, dum, dum, honey what have you done
Dum, dum, dum, it’s the sound, it’s the sound...
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah....

Janie’s got a gun
Janie’s got a gun
Her whole world’s come undone
From lookin’ straight at the sun
What did her daddy do
What did he put you through

They say when janie was arrested
They found him underneath a train
But man, he had it comin’
Now that janie’s got a gun
She ain’t never gonna be the same

Janie’s got a gun
Janie’s got a gun
Her dog day’s just begun
Now everybody is on the run
Tell me now it’s untrue
What did her daddy do

He jacked the little bitty baby
The man has got to be insane
They say the spell that he was under
The lightnin’ and the thunder
Knew that someone had to stop the rain

Run away, run away from the pain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Run away, run away from the pain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Run away, run away, run, run away

Janie’s got a gun
Janie’s got a gun
Her dog day’s just begun
Now everybody is on the run
What did her daddy do
It’s janie’s las i.o.u.

She had to take him down easy
And put a bullet in his brain
She said ’cause nobody believes me
The man was such a sleeze
He ain’t never gonna be the same

Run away, run away from the pain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Run away, run away, run, run away
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Run away, run away, run, run away

Janie’s got a gun
Janie’s got a gun
Janie’s got a gun
Everybody is on the run

Janie’s got a gun
Her dog day’s just begun
Now everybody’s on the run (honey, honey what’s your problem)
’cause janie’s got a gun (tell me it ain’t right)
Janie’s got a gun (was it daddys cradle robbin’)
Her dog day’s just begun (that made you scream at night)
Janie’s got a gun
Her dog day’s just begun
Now everybody’s on the run
Janie’s got a gun


letra Aerosmith