<?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>Posttie on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/posttie/</link><description>Recent content in Posttie on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 08 Sep 2016 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/posttie/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Night to Remember</title><link>/stories/2016/09/08/a-night-to-remember/</link><pubDate>Thu, 08 Sep 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/09/08/a-night-to-remember/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was halloween, but having recently been dumped by who I thought was the girl of my dreams, having her tell me my kinky fantasies were disgusting and that she wanted nothing more to do with me, I was not in the mood for much. So as I sat there on my couch with a pizza and beer watching classic horror movies and feeling like shit, I hear my doorbell ring. I have my lights all dim outside to ward off trick or treaters, but though maybe these were determined.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>