<?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>Pallet on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/pallet/</link><description>Recent content in Pallet on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/pallet/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Trip to the Cottage</title><link>/stories/2014/03/31/a-trip-to-the-cottage/</link><pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/03/31/a-trip-to-the-cottage/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;After 4 days, Paul had finally finished, on this Monday morning everything was ready. There on the bench before him was the box. It was 2ft square and 2ft 6 inches high, the sides and top were all of solid wood; one side could be removed and then secured with screws. The box was mounted on a wooden pallet, in end one of the box was a round hole 1 ½&amp;quot; in diameter, going through the base of the box and the pallet. Paul lifted the box down onto the garage floor and went to get his wife. Kay had a thing about being trussed up and boxed, so without her knowing he had made the box as a surprise.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Caught up in his Work</title><link>/stories/2013/07/02/caught-up-in-his-work/</link><pubDate>Tue, 02 Jul 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/07/02/caught-up-in-his-work/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A story from an old disk I forgot I had. I didn’t have access to the internet yet so I didn’t know other people were into stuff like this. My only inspiration was ‘News of the Weird’, Weekly World News’, and various ‘strange but true books so I wrote the kind of news stories I’d like to see.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(A.P.-Mexico) When workers loading boxes of ironing boards onto trucks outside a factory in Monterey, Mexico heard something rustling inside one of the boxes they first thought it was a rat but instead found factory worker Raphael Orega – naked, wrapped in clear plastic, wedged into a stack of similarly wrapped ironing boards, sealed in a corrugated cardboard box, and ready to ship. The hapless worker had been trapped in there for almost two days and was en route to a wholesaler in Belgium.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pledges Peril</title><link>/stories/2012/04/06/pledges-peril/</link><pubDate>Fri, 06 Apr 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/04/06/pledges-peril/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Kas smeared adhesive on the rubber flange. Teri opened her mouth and took the monstrous nipple inside. She bit down on the stem and Kas pressed the flange to her lips, sealing it in place. She drew the ends of the pink ribbon behind Teri&amp;rsquo;s head and tied them.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kas stepped back, surveyed the girls. The four pledges were dressed in identical white baby doll nighties. The nighties weren&amp;rsquo;t sheer, but they were short, short enough to see the diapers. They wore pink mittens and pink booties, likewise secured with pink ribbons. They had matching, pink pacifiers glued to their lips. And they were connected by three sets of pink, fuzzy handcuffs.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>