Transmissão no Lófte.

Caríssimos. Tenho a honra de vos convidar para virem ver os Jogos de Portugal (excepto o primeiro) aqui ao Lófte: http://www.lofteporto.net/.


No estádio: "Ai de quem se atreva a entoar um cântico. É que é igual a nada... não se vai ouvir. He! Q'ués ver... agora vou tocar a nota Sol até o jogo acabar... quando me faltar o ar, outro continuará para que a música da variedade e do respeito cultural prossiga sem dar espaço a outro som. 1, 2, 3.... hhhaaaaaaahhh" — o homem inspira até ao máximo da sua capacidade pulmonar e dá início a alegre melodia: "PRRREEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerEEEEeeerEEEEEeeeeeeeeEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEreeeeeeEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerEEEEeeerEEEEEeeeeeeeeEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerEEEEeeerEEEEEeeeeeeeeEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEreeeeeeEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerEEEEeeerEEEEEeeeeeeeeEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerEEEEeeerEEEEEeeeeeeeeEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEreeeeeeEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerEEEEeeerEEEEEeeeeeeeeEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerEEEEeeerEEEEEeeeeeeeeEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEreeeeeeEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerEEEEeeerEEEEEeeeeeeeeEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerEEEEeeerEEEEEeeeeeeeeEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEreeeeeeEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerEEEEeeerEEEEEeeeeeeeeEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeEE..."

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