<?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-21158654</id><updated>2012-01-29T23:11:36.028+01:00</updated><category term='boda'/><category term='3d'/><category term='niños'/><category term='zazzle'/><category term='mosquitos'/><category term='hijo'/><category term='loco'/><category term='novios'/><category term='mano'/><category term='niño'/><category term='amor'/><category term='inglés'/><category term='periscopio'/><category term='blog'/><category term='Store Wars'/><category term='menor'/><category term='dedos'/><category term='desposados'/><category term='música clásica'/><category term='broma'/><category term='hija'/><category term='Blender'/><category term='preguntas'/><category term='escape'/><category term='mayor'/><category term='animación'/><category term='video'/><category term='bebé'/><category term='madre'/><category term='mamá'/><category term='animales'/><category term='chiste'/><category term='mental vagabond'/><category term='Free Range Graphics'/><category term='chistes'/><category term='taza'/><title type='text'>Chiste del día</title><subtitle type='html'>Un chiste cada día - más o menos. A joke a day, more or less (in spanish).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>P.</name><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>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21158654.post-436850015831593792</id><published>2011-05-17T18:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T18:25:54.414+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='periscopio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3d'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animación'/><title type='text'>Periscopio</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/436850015831593792/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=436850015831593792' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/436850015831593792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/436850015831593792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2011/05/periscopio.html' title='Periscopio'/><author><name>P.</name><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/Do7rp9LqyjU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21158654.post-8467253751670374213</id><published>2011-05-03T19:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T19:58:14.639+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedos'/><title type='text'>Dedos!</title><summary type='text'>  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/8467253751670374213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=8467253751670374213' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/8467253751670374213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/8467253751670374213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2011/05/dedos.html' title='Dedos!'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-3396793570595861266</id><published>2011-05-02T22:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T23:00:12.150+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animación'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música clásica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blender'/><title type='text'>Pruebas de Animación: Peloteando!</title><summary type='text'>Este no es un chiste pero todavía es un video muy divertido.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/3396793570595861266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=3396793570595861266' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/3396793570595861266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/3396793570595861266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2011/05/pruebas-de-animacion-peloteando.html' title='Pruebas de Animación: Peloteando!'/><author><name>P.</name><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/SYBPknt8Lgg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21158654.post-4510180391129799227</id><published>2011-04-29T12:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T12:27:08.041+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>saltadora de altura</title><summary type='text'>Ella necesita practicar un poco más, no?

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/4510180391129799227/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=4510180391129799227' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/4510180391129799227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/4510180391129799227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2011/04/saltadora-de-altura.html' title='saltadora de altura'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-1247075859047688926</id><published>2011-04-25T00:06:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T00:06:55.728+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Despierta!</title><summary type='text'>- ¡Papá, papá, despierta!
- ¿Qué? ¿Qué pasa?
- Es que has olvidado las pastillas para dormir.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/1247075859047688926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=1247075859047688926' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/1247075859047688926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/1247075859047688926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2011/04/despierta.html' title='¡Despierta!'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-8800593348369141403</id><published>2011-04-18T21:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T21:06:38.716+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inglés'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animación'/><title type='text'>3D de Tai Beaumont</title><summary type='text'>Este video, "3D Character Animation Reel 2011 by Tai Beaumont", es un video con algunos animaciones demo hecho en Blender. El último personaje con la cabeza grande es el más divertido. La lengua es inglés.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/8800593348369141403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=8800593348369141403' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/8800593348369141403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/8800593348369141403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2011/04/3d-de-tai-beaumont.html' title='3D de Tai Beaumont'/><author><name>P.</name><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/TH5ifl1TjmQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21158654.post-8739861793644391195</id><published>2011-04-15T20:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T20:17:17.036+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>El mejor</title><summary type='text'>Un amigo se encuentra a otro y le pregunta:
- Porque estas tan alegre?
El otro le contesta:
- Es que mi mujer me dijo que yo soy el que mejor hace el amor del bloque.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/8739861793644391195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=8739861793644391195' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/8739861793644391195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/8739861793644391195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2011/04/el-mejor.html' title='El mejor'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-1125745984367626409</id><published>2011-04-13T23:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T23:49:35.331+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Dónde está la otra mitad del medio ambiente?</title><summary type='text'>
¿Dónde está la otra mitad del medio ambiente? ¡Dígame! ;-)
Haz click en el imágen para comprar una camiseta con este texto.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/1125745984367626409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=1125745984367626409' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/1125745984367626409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/1125745984367626409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2011/04/donde-esta-la-otra-mitad-del-medio.html' title='¿Dónde está la otra mitad del medio ambiente?'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-6801882790889650937</id><published>2011-04-12T18:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T23:49:56.227+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animación'/><title type='text'>El Mágico</title><summary type='text'>Aquí es un otro video corto hecho en Blender.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/6801882790889650937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=6801882790889650937' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/6801882790889650937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/6801882790889650937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2011/04/el-magico.html' title='El Mágico'/><author><name>P.</name><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/omSdBQjvVwE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21158654.post-4496891674306255280</id><published>2011-04-10T17:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T23:50:53.406+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animación'/><title type='text'>No Crossing</title><summary type='text'>Un video corto hecho en Blender.

No Crossing! from Abraham W F on Vimeo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/4496891674306255280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=4496891674306255280' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/4496891674306255280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/4496891674306255280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-crossing.html' title='No Crossing'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-6391142284336478065</id><published>2011-04-07T20:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T23:51:47.258+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animación'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animales'/><title type='text'>Güveç</title><summary type='text'>Hay tantos animales diferentes en el bosque y uno de los más extraños hay que ser Güveç. Si no has vistas este animal en sus paseos por el bosque, aquí es un video con este ente.

Güveç from Gökalp Gönen on Vimeo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/6391142284336478065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=6391142284336478065' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/6391142284336478065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/6391142284336478065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2011/04/guvec.html' title='Güveç'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-4978013856509738101</id><published>2011-01-19T23:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T23:41:17.127+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loco'/><title type='text'>Un loco en el supermercado</title><summary type='text'>– Qué hace un loco gateando en el supermercado?
– Pues... No sé...
– Buscando precios bajos!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/4978013856509738101/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=4978013856509738101' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/4978013856509738101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/4978013856509738101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2011/01/un-loco-en-el-supermercado.html' title='Un loco en el supermercado'/><author><name>P.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21158654.post-8786160113123017860</id><published>2010-05-04T00:00:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T00:04:31.820+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='menor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hija'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mayor'/><title type='text'>Pedir la mano</title><summary type='text'>– Venía a pedirle la mano de su hija.– ¿Cúal? ¿La mayor o la menor?– Ehh... No sabía que su hija tuviese una mano más grande que la otra...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/8786160113123017860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=8786160113123017860' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/8786160113123017860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/8786160113123017860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2010/05/pedir-la-mano.html' title='Pedir la mano'/><author><name>P.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21158654.post-4733527551858938492</id><published>2010-04-19T22:42:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T23:56:24.448+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niño'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bebé'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hijo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preguntas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desposados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chiste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mamá'/><title type='text'>En una boda con Hugo</title><summary type='text'>Aquí es la versión español de un chiste de Mental Vagabond. El chiste era originalmente en Sueco pero ahora lo hay también en español. Haz clic aquí para mirando el vídeo "En una boda con Hugo" en el sitio Ubetoo.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://ubetoo.com/mentalvagabond/29857' title='En una boda con Hugo'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/4733527551858938492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=4733527551858938492' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/4733527551858938492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/4733527551858938492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2010/04/en-una-boda-con-hugo.html' title='En una boda con Hugo'/><author><name>P.</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBWjZKAvXZ8/S99FtY8I02I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Z-s_2fkxmko/s72-c/Ruta01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21158654.post-8269786090782536447</id><published>2009-08-04T00:18:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:54:36.430+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niños'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taza'/><title type='text'>Un niño orgulloso - ya como taza!</title><summary type='text'>El chiste de 29 de junio 2006 ya hay como taza. Mira aquí abajo!Mug - Un Niño Orgulloso by mentalvagabond Create a customizable stein at zazzle.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/8269786090782536447/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=8269786090782536447' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/8269786090782536447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/8269786090782536447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2009/08/un-nino-orgulloso-ya-como-taza.html' title='Un niño orgulloso - ya como taza!'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-8172460631380601855</id><published>2009-01-27T14:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T14:49:05.250+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chiste'/><title type='text'>El chiste del día</title><summary type='text'>El chiste del Día</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/8172460631380601855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=8172460631380601855' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/8172460631380601855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/8172460631380601855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2009/01/el-chiste-del-dia.html' title='El chiste del día'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-6786718571343176261</id><published>2009-01-26T14:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:31:36.194+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental vagabond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zazzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chistes'/><title type='text'>Un niño orgulloso de Mental Vagabond</title><summary type='text'>Aquí es el chiste "Un niño orgulloso" una vez más, en colaboracion con Mental Vagabond:Un niño orgulloso by mentalvagabond</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/6786718571343176261/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=6786718571343176261' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/6786718571343176261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/6786718571343176261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2009/01/un-nio-orgulloso-de-mental-vagabond.html' title='Un niño orgulloso de Mental Vagabond'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-8814490623998621516</id><published>2009-01-26T13:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:44:16.505+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escape'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I keep hitting the ESCAPE button, but I'm still he by mentalvagabond</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/8814490623998621516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=8814490623998621516' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/8814490623998621516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/8814490623998621516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-keep-hitting-escape-button-but-im.html' title=''/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-379336493152436372</id><published>2007-04-20T19:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T20:21:56.479+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Store Wars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Range Graphics'/><title type='text'>Store Wars: The Organic Rebellion</title><summary type='text'>See the movie "Store Wars: The Organic Rebellion" from Free Range Graphics and join Cuke, Princess Lettuce, Ham Solo, Chewbroccoli and the other heroes in The Organic Rebellion in their fight against The Dark Side of the Farm!Store Wars: The Organic RebellionFree Range GraphicsJoin The Organic Rebellion</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.storewars.org/' title='Store Wars: The Organic Rebellion'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/379336493152436372/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=379336493152436372' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/379336493152436372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/379336493152436372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2007/04/store-wars-organic-rebellion.html' title='Store Wars: The Organic Rebellion'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-4776003060169204925</id><published>2007-03-07T16:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T16:38:26.723+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chistes'/><title type='text'>Un blog nuevo</title><summary type='text'>Visita al nuevo blog The Death Melon y reir de chistes en inlés!</summary><link rel='related' href='http://thedeathmelon.blogspot.com/' title='Un blog nuevo'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/4776003060169204925/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=4776003060169204925' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/4776003060169204925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/4776003060169204925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2007/03/un-blog-nuevo.html' title='Un blog nuevo'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-115161449954286637</id><published>2006-06-29T22:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T22:54:59.553+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Un niño orgulloso</title><summary type='text'>Un niño dice a su madre:– ¡Mamá!,¡mamá! ya se escribir.– ¿Y qué has escrito, hijo mio?– No lo sé, no sé leer.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/115161449954286637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=115161449954286637' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/115161449954286637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/115161449954286637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/06/un-nio-orgulloso.html' title='Un niño orgulloso'/><author><name>P.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21158654.post-115152808149752087</id><published>2006-06-28T22:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T22:54:41.510+02:00</updated><title type='text'>En el manicomio</title><summary type='text'>Dos hombres locos se encuentran en el patio de un manicomio. Uno de los hombres le enseña el puño cerrado al otro y le dice: - Oye, ¿a que no adivinas que es lo que tengo en la mano?- Hmmm... ¿Un elefante?El del puño cerrado pone cara de fastidio y replica: - Si, bueno, ¿pero de qué color?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/115152808149752087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=115152808149752087' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/115152808149752087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/115152808149752087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/06/en-el-manicomio.html' title='En el manicomio'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-115143541724651779</id><published>2006-06-27T21:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T21:10:17.260+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El doctor Ramírez</title><summary type='text'>Un borracho llama por teléfono:– ¿Me puede decir, dónde está el doctor Ramírez?– No, lo siento. No conozco ningún doctor Ramírez.– Es que el doctor Ramírez soy yo, pero no sé dónde estoy...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/115143541724651779/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=115143541724651779' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/115143541724651779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/115143541724651779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/06/el-doctor-ramrez.html' title='El doctor Ramírez'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-115084797624015025</id><published>2006-06-21T01:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T21:18:06.503+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre dos piedras</title><summary type='text'>– ¿Qué le dice una piedra a otra?– No sé.– "La vida es dura."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/115084797624015025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=115084797624015025' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/115084797624015025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/115084797624015025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/06/entre-dos-piedras.html' title='Entre dos piedras'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114660471957515762</id><published>2006-05-02T23:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T23:18:39.583+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Perros perdidos no saben leer</title><summary type='text'>Entre dos amigos:– Se me perdió mi perro.– Lo siento. Pero, ¿por qué no lo publicas en el periódico?– No seas tonto, los perros no saben leer.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114660471957515762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114660471957515762' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114660471957515762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114660471957515762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/05/perros-perdidos-no-saben-leer.html' title='Perros perdidos no saben leer'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114599955759297645</id><published>2006-04-25T23:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T23:12:37.603+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Con el diario New York Times...</title><summary type='text'>El papá de Jaimito decide irse a vivir a los Estados Unidos con toda la familia y Jaimito ingresa a una escuela. La maestra pregunta a Pedrito:– A ver Pedrito, deme un ejemplo de la palabra "evidentemente".– Bueno maestra. "Mi papá, mi mamá, mis hermanos, y yo, fuimos a comer a un restaurante, evidentemente que mi mamá no cocinó ese día."– Muy bien Pedrito, a ver Juanito, deme un ejemplo de la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114599955759297645/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114599955759297645' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114599955759297645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114599955759297645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/04/con-el-diario-new-york-times.html' title='Con el diario New York Times...'/><author><name>P.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21158654.post-114591013566105546</id><published>2006-04-24T22:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T22:22:15.670+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Cómo te das cuenta que tu esposo está muerto?</title><summary type='text'>– ¿Cómo te das cuenta que tu esposo está muerto?– Ni idea.– El sexo es el mismo, pero tú tienes el control remoto de la T.V.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114591013566105546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114591013566105546' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114591013566105546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114591013566105546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/04/cmo-te-das-cuenta-que-tu-esposo-est.html' title='¿Cómo te das cuenta que tu esposo está muerto?'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114556750945921359</id><published>2006-04-20T23:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T23:11:49.470+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jugar con los angelitos</title><summary type='text'>Había una vez un diablo pequeño que le pregunta a su tio:– ¿Puedo ir al cielo a jugar con los angelitos?El tio contesta:– No, nunca jamás.– ¿Por qué no?– Porque la otra vez que fuiste al cielo, te portaste muy bien.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114556750945921359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114556750945921359' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114556750945921359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114556750945921359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/04/jugar-con-los-angelitos.html' title='Jugar con los angelitos'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114487841681355170</id><published>2006-04-12T23:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T23:46:56.826+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La diferencia entre un terrorista y una suegra</title><summary type='text'>– ¿Cuál es la diferencia entre un terrorista y una suegra?– ???– Con el terrorista se puede negociar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114487841681355170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114487841681355170' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114487841681355170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114487841681355170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/04/la-diferencia-entre-un-terrorista-y.html' title='La diferencia entre un terrorista y una suegra'/><author><name>P.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21158654.post-114479003072628336</id><published>2006-04-11T23:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T23:13:51.026+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La diferencia entre el amante y el esposo</title><summary type='text'>– Ana, ¿cuál es la diferencia entre el amante y el esposo? ¿Sabes?– No, Marta. ¡Dime!– 30 minutos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114479003072628336/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114479003072628336' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114479003072628336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114479003072628336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/04/la-diferencia-entre-el-amante-y-el.html' title='La diferencia entre el amante y el esposo'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114470477274088897</id><published>2006-04-10T23:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T23:14:13.493+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La diferencia entre la amante y la esposa</title><summary type='text'>– Oye amigo, ¿cuál es la diferencia entre la amante y la esposa?– No sé.– Yo creo, más o menos 30 kilos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114470477274088897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114470477274088897' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114470477274088897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114470477274088897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/04/la-diferencia-entre-la-amante-y-la.html' title='La diferencia entre la amante y la esposa'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114443886655480737</id><published>2006-04-07T21:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T21:41:06.570+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Conoces el castigo para la bigamia?</title><summary type='text'>– Oye, ¿conoces el castigo para la bigamia?– No...– Tener dos suegras.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114443886655480737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link 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creó a la suegra?</title><summary type='text'>Dos amigos se encuentran. El uno le dice al otro:– Oye, ¿por qué estás tan cabizbajo?– Me encontré con mi suegra, es una terrible mujer... Dime, ¿por qué Dios creó a la suegra?– Amigo, debe ser porque el diablo no puede estar en todos lados.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114435343005770810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114435343005770810' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114435343005770810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114435343005770810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/04/por-qu-dios-cre-la-suegra.html' title='¿Por qué Dios creó a la suegra?'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114425819278586326</id><published>2006-04-05T19:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T19:29:52.796+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Jesús!</title><summary type='text'>Una señora le pregunta a un niño:– Oye niño, ¿cómo te llamas?A lo que éste le contesta:– Huyyyy señora, ya ni sé.– Pero, ¿por qué me dices eso niño?, dice la señora.Y le dice:– Pues verá, en mi casa mi papá me dice "Francisco", mi mamá "Pancho", mis hermanos "Paco", y mis tíos "Kiko", y cuando estornudo todos me dicen "Jesús". Así que ya ni sé ni como me llamo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114425819278586326/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114425819278586326' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114425819278586326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114425819278586326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/04/jess.html' title='¡Jesús!'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114418736934112351</id><published>2006-04-04T23:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T23:49:29.356+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La diferencia entre E.T. y el marido</title><summary type='text'>Entre dos mujeres:– ¿Sabes qué es la diferencia entre E.T. y mi marido?– No, dígame.– E.T. por lo menos intentó llamar a su casa...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114418736934112351/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114418736934112351' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114418736934112351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114418736934112351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/04/la-diferencia-entre-et-y-el-marido.html' title='La diferencia entre E.T. y el marido'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114410025265931933</id><published>2006-04-03T23:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T23:37:32.673+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Furia al volante</title><summary type='text'>En un accidente de tráfico se ven envueltos un hombre de negocios y un hombre más joven. El hombre de negocios enojado después de un día de perros decide emprenderla con el hombre joven. Pinta un circulo en la tierra y dijo:– ¡No te muevas de ahí!Después coge un palo del suelo y empieza a golpear al coche, rompiendo la luna delantera y un intermitente. Cuando se gira ve como el otro hombre tiene </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114410025265931933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114410025265931933' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114410025265931933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114410025265931933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/04/furia-al-volante.html' title='Furia al volante'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114383057709302421</id><published>2006-03-31T20:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T20:42:57.156+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman golpeado</title><summary type='text'>Unos amigos se encuentran en el bar. Pedro va golpeadísimo y Juan le pregunta:– Pero quién te atropello?– Mi mujer, responde Pedro.– ¿Te atravesaste cuando iba en reversa, o qué pasó?– No hermano, me pegó porque anoche llegué a la casa como Superman.– ¿Como Superman? ¿Qué hiciste, llegaste volando?– No... Llegué con los calzoncillos encima de los pantalones.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114383057709302421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114383057709302421' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114383057709302421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114383057709302421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/03/superman-golpeado.html' title='Superman golpeado'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114375399245094048</id><published>2006-03-30T23:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T21:29:01.283+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Ya está aquí!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114375399245094048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114375399245094048' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114375399245094048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114375399245094048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/03/ya-est-aqu.html' title='¡Ya está aquí!'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114374446069143564</id><published>2006-03-30T20:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T20:47:40.703+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Juanito, el niño terrible</title><summary type='text'>Juanito era un niño terrible. Malo, malo, malo... Su mamá le dice:– O te portas bien o te encierro en el cuarto de San Alejo que ahí vive el diablo.Juanito no se portó bien, y su mamá lo encerró en el cuarto de San Alejo. Al cabo de un tiempo la mamá oye tremendo ruido en el cuarto de San Alejo, golpes, vidrios rotos... Abre la puerta del cuarto de San Alejo y sale el diablo llorando y le dice:– </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114374446069143564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114374446069143564' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114374446069143564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114374446069143564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/03/juanito-el-nio-terrible.html' title='Juanito, el niño terrible'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114366462136091618</id><published>2006-03-29T22:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T21:55:26.046+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El gato malo</title><summary type='text'>Resulta que un tipo vuelve a su casa después de haber estado con su amante y mientras se estaba arreglando se ve un terrible rasguño. Preocupado el tipo entra a la casa y justo ve pasar al gato, entonces le pega una terrible patada y el gato sale volando y gimiendo:– ¡¡MIAAAUUUUU!!Entonces viene la mujer corriendo y le dice:– Pero, querido, ¿qué pasa?– Nada, este gato que me atacó y me rasguñó.– </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114366462136091618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114366462136091618' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114366462136091618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114366462136091618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/03/el-gato-malo.html' title='El gato malo'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114353647769648836</id><published>2006-03-28T10:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T11:01:17.726+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Que hijo burro!</title><summary type='text'>Estaba un niño con el padre en su casa y de manera ingenua le pregunta:– Papi, papi, ¿Qué queda más lejos, la luna o Nueva York?– El padre lamentándose de lo burro que era su hijo, lo llevó a la calle y le señaló el cielo, y le preguntó:– ¿Qué ves?– La luna papi, la luna.El padre molesto le dice:– ¿Entonces qué crees que queda más lejos? ¿Ves a Nueva York por algún lado?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114353647769648836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114353647769648836' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114353647769648836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114353647769648836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/03/que-hijo-burro.html' title='¡Que hijo burro!'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114346924532343394</id><published>2006-03-27T16:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T16:20:45.336+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El regalo</title><summary type='text'>Un matrimonio cumple 25 años de casados y la esposa le pregunta al marido:– Mi amor, ¿qué me vas a regalar para nuestras bodas de plata?El tipo le responde:– Un viaje a China.La mujer sorprendida por la magnitud del regalo, le pregunta:– Pero mi amor, si para los 25 anos me regalas esto...¿qué vas a hacer cuando cumplamos los 50?– Te voy a ir a buscar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114346924532343394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114346924532343394' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114346924532343394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114346924532343394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/03/el-regalo.html' title='El regalo'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114322516964233963</id><published>2006-03-24T19:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T19:32:49.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pobre Carlitos</title><summary type='text'>Estaba Carlitos llorando a moco suelto en la urgencia de el hospital, en eso se le acerca un hombre y le dice:– Oiga, ¿Por qué está llorando?Y Carlitos contesta:– Es que se me muere mi suegra en dos semanas, hermano.Y el hombre le contesta:– No se preocupe, ¡dos semanas se pasan volando!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114322516964233963/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114322516964233963' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114322516964233963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114322516964233963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/03/pobre-carlitos.html' title='Pobre Carlitos'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114309751713982961</id><published>2006-03-23T08:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T08:05:17.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Qué cañón!</title><summary type='text'>El típico latino en el hospital esperando a que la mujer de a luz, sale el médico y dice:– "Han sido quintillizos."– "¡Es que tengo un cañón!", dice el hombre orgulloso.– "A ver si lo limpia entonces, porque han salido negros."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114309751713982961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114309751713982961' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114309751713982961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114309751713982961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/03/qu-can.html' title='¡Qué cañón!'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114304624196340990</id><published>2006-03-22T17:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T20:01:45.141+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¿En qué viniste a la escuela, Jaimito?</title><summary type='text'>Estaba Jaimito en la escuela, y la maestra siempre acostumbraba a preguntarles a sus alumnos en qué iban a la escuela:
– Pablito, dime, ¿En qué viniste a la escuela?
– Mi papá me trajo en su Ferrari, maestra.
– ¿Y tú, Carlitos?
– Mi mamá me dejó en su Jetta, maestra.
– ¿Y tú, Jaimito?
– En mi bicicleta, maestra.
Y todo los días era lo mismo, y cada vez que Jaimito decía que iba en su bicicleta, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114304624196340990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114304624196340990' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114304624196340990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114304624196340990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/03/en-qu-viniste-la-escuela-jaimito.html' title='¿En qué viniste a la escuela, Jaimito?'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114293713047560892</id><published>2006-03-21T11:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T11:32:10.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Qué edad me calcula usted?</title><summary type='text'>En una reunión en casa de unos amigos, una dama le pregunta a otro invitado:– ¿Qué edad me calcula usted?Y él responde:– Si me fijo en su cutis, 18 años. Su cabello me dice que tiene 17. Los ojos corresponden a una muchacha de 20...La dama, encantada, comenta:– ¡Oh! ¡Que amable es usted!Pero él continúa diciendo:– ¡Un momento, aún me falta sumar!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114293713047560892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114293713047560892' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114293713047560892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114293713047560892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/03/qu-edad-me-calcula-usted.html' title='¿Qué edad me calcula usted?'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114286896626456747</id><published>2006-03-20T16:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T16:36:06.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'>En la losa</title><summary type='text'>Una pareja de ancianos discute.Él: Cuando te mueras voy a comprar una losa que diga "Aquí yace mi mujer, tan fría como siempre".Ella: Y yo voy a poner "Aquí yace mi marido, al fin rígido!".</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114286896626456747/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114286896626456747' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114286896626456747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114286896626456747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/03/en-la-losa.html' title='En la losa'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114258992284992116</id><published>2006-03-17T11:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T11:05:22.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Familiares tuyos?</title><summary type='text'>En un carro iba una pareja de casados pero iban peleados, al pasar frente a una granja el novio vio unos cochinitos y le dijo a la mujer:– ¿Familiares tuyos?Y ella le contestó:– ¡Sí, mis suegros!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114258992284992116/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114258992284992116' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114258992284992116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114258992284992116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/03/familiares-tuyos.html' title='¿Familiares tuyos?'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114250653436959922</id><published>2006-03-16T11:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T11:55:34.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'>El hoyo en la colita</title><summary type='text'>Le dice un puerquito a su mamá:- Oye mamita, ¿por qué tengo un hoyo en la colita?- Porque si lo tuvieras en la espalda, serías alcancía.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114250653436959922/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114250653436959922' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114250653436959922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114250653436959922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/03/el-hoyo-en-la-colita.html' title='El hoyo en la colita'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114241635472330109</id><published>2006-03-15T10:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T10:52:34.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor, me siento mal...</title><summary type='text'>- Doctor, me siento mal. Todo me da vueltas, y además, me arde el corazón...- Mire, señora, en primer lugar no soy doctor, soy barman. Usted no está enferma, está borracha y en tercer lugar, no le arde el corazón, tiene una teta en el cenicero.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114241635472330109/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114241635472330109' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114241635472330109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114241635472330109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/03/doctor-me-siento-mal.html' title='Doctor, me siento mal...'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114234234094593419</id><published>2006-03-14T14:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T14:19:00.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>El sujeto</title><summary type='text'>En la clase de Castellano la maestra le pregunta a Pepito:- Pepito, en la oración "María está disfrutando". ¿Donde está el sujeto?- Muy fácil señorita profesora, pues encima de ella.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114234234094593419/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114234234094593419' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114234234094593419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114234234094593419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/03/el-sujeto.html' title='El sujeto'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114224022852582544</id><published>2006-03-13T09:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T09:57:08.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Gracias por su consejo, jefe!</title><summary type='text'>Un trabajador llamó a su jefe y le dijo:– "Jefe, hoy no puedo trabajar, estoy enfermo. Me duele la cabeza, la panza y las piernas."El jefe le responde:– "Realmente hoy te necesito en  el trabajo. Cuando me siento así de mal, le digo a mi esposa que tengamos sexo. Eso me hace sentir mucho mejor y puedo ir a  trabajar. Deberías probar, te hará muy bien."Dos horas después, el trabajador vuelve a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114224022852582544/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114224022852582544' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114224022852582544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114224022852582544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/03/gracias-por-su-consejo-jefe.html' title='¡Gracias por su consejo, jefe!'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114198575576832317</id><published>2006-03-10T10:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T11:15:55.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estadística</title><summary type='text'>Un hombre de negocios toma un avion y tiene la suerte de sentarse al lado de  una  mujer extremadamente atractiva. Se saludan y el observa que ella esta leyendo un libro. Como para romper el hielo, el le pregunta sobre ello y la bellisima dama le responde:– "Es un libro sobre estadisticas sexuales. Dice que los indios americanos tienen el miembro mas largo, que los polacos tienen el diametro mas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114198575576832317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114198575576832317' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114198575576832317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114198575576832317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/03/estadstica.html' title='Estadística'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114194272241820081</id><published>2006-03-09T23:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T23:18:42.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Estás en guerra?</title><summary type='text'>– "Carmen, ¿estás enferma? Te lo pregunto porque he visto salir a un médico de tu casa esta mañana..."– "Mira, vieja, ayer por la mañana yo vi salir a un militar de la tuya y no por eso estás en guerra, ¿verdad?"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114194272241820081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114194272241820081' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114194272241820081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114194272241820081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/03/ests-en-guerra.html' title='¿Estás en guerra?'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114171706848287991</id><published>2006-03-07T08:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T08:37:48.703+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Papel higiénico</title><summary type='text'>- ¿Sabes cuál es la diferencia entre el papel higiénico y las cortinas de baño?- No.- ¡Aja, entonces fuiste tú...!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114171706848287991/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114171706848287991' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114171706848287991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114171706848287991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/03/papel-higinico.html' title='Papel higiénico'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114165036627258399</id><published>2006-03-06T14:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T14:09:48.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bush y el Diablo</title><summary type='text'>Bush se muere de un ataque al corazón e Inmediatamente se va al infierno, donde el diablo lo está esperando.– "Realmente, no sé qué voy a hacer contigo", le dijo el diablo, "estás en mi lista, pero no tengo lugar para ti y como has sido tan malo tienes que quedarte aquí, así que vamos a hacer lo siguiente: Hay algunas personas aquí que no fueron tan malas como tú, así que tendré que dejar ir a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114165036627258399/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114165036627258399' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114165036627258399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114165036627258399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/03/bush-y-el-diablo.html' title='Bush y el Diablo'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114147649250316446</id><published>2006-03-04T13:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T22:30:50.886+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La Meatrix 2 - Sneak Preview</title><summary type='text'>The Meatrix saga continues. See the sneak preview while waiting for the release which is scheduled now in March. If you missed the first part, you can see it at www.themeatrix.com.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114147649250316446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114147649250316446' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114147649250316446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114147649250316446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/03/la-meatrix-2-sneak-preview.html' title='La Meatrix 2 - Sneak Preview'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114141236302691240</id><published>2006-03-03T19:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T19:59:23.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pásame otro shampoo</title><summary type='text'>Un hombre le dice a su mujer:- Pásame otro shampoo, por favor.- Pero si ahí en el baño hay uno...- Sí, pero éste es para cabello seco y yo ya me lo he mojado.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114141236302691240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114141236302691240' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114141236302691240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114141236302691240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/03/psame-otro-shampoo.html' title='Pásame otro shampoo'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114131131073351863</id><published>2006-03-02T15:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T15:55:11.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Le puse cuernos</title><summary type='text'>– ¡María, tu marido se va a tirar por la ventana!– ¡Dile al tarado ese que le puse cuernos, no alas!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114131131073351863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114131131073351863' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114131131073351863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114131131073351863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/03/le-puse-cuernos.html' title='Le puse cuernos'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114120095222023778</id><published>2006-03-01T09:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T09:16:00.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gente chismosa</title><summary type='text'>Le dice la madre a la hija:– "Mija... ¡dicen las vecinas que te estás acostando con tu novio!"– "Ay, mami, la gente es más chismosa... Uno se acuesta con cualquiera y ya dicen que es el novio..."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114120095222023778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114120095222023778' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114120095222023778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114120095222023778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/03/gente-chismosa.html' title='Gente chismosa'/><author><name>P.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21158654.post-114112906901803934</id><published>2006-02-28T13:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T13:17:57.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dos chinos</title><summary type='text'>Se encuentran 2 chinos:- "El otlo día me complé un coche."- "Ah si?"- "Si, mila, es ese de ahí."- "Y qué malca es?"- "Un Alfa."- "¿Lomeo?"- "¡Lo meas y te lompo la cala!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114112906901803934/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114112906901803934' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114112906901803934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114112906901803934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/02/dos-chinos.html' title='Dos chinos'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114102978638720349</id><published>2006-02-27T09:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T20:59:23.477+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niños'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mosquitos'/><title type='text'>Chiste no. 5: Mosquitos</title><summary type='text'>Un niño que le grita a su padre:– "¡¡¡Papá, los zancudos no me dejan dormir, me están picando!!!" A lo que el padre responde:– "Bueno hijo, apaga la luz y duerme..." El niño apaga la luz cuando de pronto entra en su habitación una luciérnaga y el niño grita de nuevo:– "¡¡¡Papá, ahora me están buscando con linterna!!!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114102978638720349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114102978638720349' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114102978638720349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114102978638720349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/02/mosquitos.html' title='Chiste no. 5: Mosquitos'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-114079015524694359</id><published>2006-02-24T15:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T15:09:15.323+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiste no. 4</title><summary type='text'>Le comenta un tipo a alguien en una boda:– Oiga, ¿se fijó que la Novia es bastante horrible, la pobre?– Oígame, ¿qué le pasa?, ¡no se exprese así, que es mi hija!– ¡Ay!, ud. perdone, no pensé que ud. fuera el papá.– No soy el Papá... soy la Mamá, huevón.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114079015524694359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114079015524694359' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114079015524694359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114079015524694359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/02/chiste-no-4.html' title='Chiste no. 4'/><author><name>P.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21158654.post-114069007943202611</id><published>2006-02-23T11:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T11:21:19.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiste no. 3</title><summary type='text'>Un pasajero le toca el hombro al taxista para hacerle una pregunta. El taxista grita, pierde el control del coche, casi choca con un camión, se sube a la acera y se mete en un es caparate haciendo pedazos los vidrios. Por un momento no se oye nada en el taxi, hasta que el taxista dice:- "Mire amigo, jamás haga eso otra vez! Casi me mata del susto!"El pasajero le pide disculpas y le dice:- "No </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/114069007943202611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=114069007943202611' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114069007943202611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/114069007943202611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/02/chiste-no-3.html' title='Chiste no. 3'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-113822633254334080</id><published>2006-01-25T22:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T00:04:27.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiste no. 2</title><summary type='text'>Carta al "Curita"El nuevo padre de la parroquia estaba tan nervioso en su primer sermon, que casi no consiguio hablar.Antes de su segundo sermon, el domingo siguiente, pregunto al arzobispo como podia hacer para relajarse. Este le sugirio lo siguiente:"La proxima vez, coloque unas gotitas de VODKA en el agua y va a ver que, despues de algunos tragos, va a estar mas relajado".El Domingo siguiente </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/113822633254334080/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=113822633254334080' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/113822633254334080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/113822633254334080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/01/chiste-no-2.html' title='Chiste no. 2'/><author><name>P.</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21158654.post-113770006376835161</id><published>2006-01-19T20:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T22:27:12.606+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La Meatrix</title><summary type='text'>Watch The Meatrix in Brazilian Portuguese, Catalan, English, French, German, Polish, Spanish. You can also watch The Meatrix with subtitles in many languages.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/113770006376835161/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=113770006376835161' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/113770006376835161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/113770006376835161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/01/la-meatrix.html' title='La Meatrix'/><author><name>P.</name><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-21158654.post-113760106639990648</id><published>2006-01-18T17:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T17:17:46.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiste no. 1</title><summary type='text'>Un ladrón le grita a otro, en medio de un asalto:- ¡Viene la policía!- ¿Y ahora qué hacemos?- ¡Saltemos por la ventana!- ¡Pero si estamos en el piso 13!- ¡Este no es momento para supersticiones!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/113760106639990648/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21158654&amp;postID=113760106639990648' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/113760106639990648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21158654/posts/default/113760106639990648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chistedeldia.blogspot.com/2006/01/chiste-no-1.html' title='Chiste no. 1'/><author><name>P.</name><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>
