<?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>Fuckmachine on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/fuckmachine/</link><description>Recent content in Fuckmachine on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/fuckmachine/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Linda’s Workout Bench</title><link>/stories/2008/03/24/lindas-workout-bench/</link><pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/03/24/lindas-workout-bench/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I was kind of a tomboy when I grew up because my dad was a contractor
and I was around building sites a lot and I helped them do some of the
small things. As I got older, my dad had me work my way though school helping
build houses and offices in our town. I had gotten pretty good at it and
had learned more than some of the guys I worked with. I also had gotten
a great body to match with the hard work and also getting older.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>