<?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>Meathook on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/meathook/</link><description>Recent content in Meathook on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 28 Apr 2006 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/meathook/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Woodies First Dinner</title><link>/stories/2006/04/28/woodies-first-dinner/</link><pubDate>Fri, 28 Apr 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/04/28/woodies-first-dinner/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I still remember the moment very
clearly. We had just finished entertaining one of
my boyfriends work mates (lets call him Bill) over a few beers and a game of the
footy on the Tele. It had been a great afternoon, my fella
has quite a few interesting friends, and I really liked this guy too. Actually, we’d gotten to know him very
well ever since the day we had met, he was the guy who had arrested me the day
&amp;lsquo;I got burnt at the stake&amp;rsquo;, and I always suspected that he was pretty well willing
to try absurd or far out things.
Little did I know then how far he would
go to help a friend, or how well he would really get to know me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>