<?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>Quackenbushe on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/quackenbushe/</link><description>Recent content in Quackenbushe on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 24 Jan 2011 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/quackenbushe/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Dumpster Stories</title><link>/stories/2011/01/24/dumpster-stories/</link><pubDate>Mon, 24 Jan 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/01/24/dumpster-stories/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My first time in a dumpster was a number of years ago, probably when I was in my early teens. I would climb into this one dumpster and play among the bags of trash, but that never really satisfied whatever it is that makes me lust for trash.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As I&amp;rsquo;ve grown older&amp;ndash;I&amp;rsquo;m about to turn 27&amp;ndash;my lust for trash has become a love. I love everything about it&amp;hellip; The smell, the feel, the experience. On various occasions I have been in the throes of passion with a bag of garbage. One particular time, I actually ate some of the lettuce that was in a bag of garbage. It was delicious!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>