<?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>Aprons on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/aprons/</link><description>Recent content in Aprons on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 02 Mar 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/aprons/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Two Schauerkappe Weddings</title><link>/stories/2017/03/02/two-schauerkappe-weddings/</link><pubDate>Thu, 02 Mar 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/03/02/two-schauerkappe-weddings/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;In the story &amp;ldquo;&lt;a href="schauerkappe.html"&gt;Schauerkappe&lt;/a&gt;&amp;rdquo; the narrator described how, through a series of errors, he had become Marla Schauerkappe&amp;rsquo;s plastic prisoner, had been turned into an inflatable woman by Marla&amp;rsquo;s teenaged son Dale, and made pregnant with a raincoat, and then, after giving birth to the new raincoat and discovering that Marla and her husband Beaubeau had captured themselves a new pair of inflated plastic prisoners, was scheduled to be married to Dale. This is how the wedding went.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Schauerkappe</title><link>/stories/2014/12/03/schauerkappe/</link><pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/12/03/schauerkappe/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I am supposed to be Marla Schauerkappe’s plastic prisoner. And even that’s a mistake. I had originally been captured for the pleasure of Marla’s husband Beaubeau.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a rainy day and I had to go out on some minor errand. I put on my raincoat and went on my way. That’s what got me in trouble. My raincoat is a woman’s raincoat made of soft, skin-smooth, semi-transparent light-blue plastic closed with thumbnail-sized patches of magnetized rubber, each surrounded by a quarter-inch aureole of welded plastic. To make matters worse, I needed a haircut: my hair puffed out the raincoat’s pixie-style hood. So it was kind of understandable that Beaubeau would mistake me for a woman.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>