<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Vicki Panties M on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/vicki-panties-m/</link><description>Recent content in Vicki Panties M on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 05 Nov 2005 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/vicki-panties-m/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Curse Reversed</title><link>/stories/2005/11/05/curse-reversed/</link><pubDate>Sat, 05 Nov 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/11/05/curse-reversed/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This isn’t another story about how the Boston Red Sox finally won the
world - series after 86 years. Although that might be one of the greatest
feats in modern history, what happened to me that night will live in my
memories for as long as the most seasoned Red Sox fan.  Now it is
true that I am Boston area born and raised, so I was pretty excited to learn
that the boys were headed for something special. I had been paying pretty
close attention to the play-off games, actually watching most of them either
at home, or at work.  But, there was something else I had my eyes
on at that particular time. Many of you might have read, “&lt;a href="../storieslr/night_in_dumpster.html"&gt;My night in the
dumpster&lt;/a&gt;.” Well, what I had my eyes on was that same dumpster. I had scoped
it out about 2 nights before, and it was getting close to being about half
full.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>