<?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>Pooltable on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/pooltable/</link><description>Recent content in Pooltable on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 20 Dec 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/pooltable/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Hustled</title><link>/stories/2017/12/20/hustled/</link><pubDate>Wed, 20 Dec 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/12/20/hustled/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Any plans for the big day?” his girlfriend asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I don’t know,” Ted answered, “the guys wouldn’t say.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Oh, that’s reassuring.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“It won’t be that bad.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Jeff’s still getting glitter out of his ass.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ted tried not to but he had to snicker at the memory.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Stop,” Maddison said slapping his shoulder.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She was having trouble keeping a straight face too, though.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I’m the last guy in the group to turn 21. We’re probably just going to go around hitting bars and getting wasted. Maybe even chocolate wasted.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>