<?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>Trashydiaperedman on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/trashydiaperedman/</link><description>Recent content in Trashydiaperedman on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2015 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/trashydiaperedman/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Landfill</title><link>/stories/2015/08/23/the-landfill/</link><pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/08/23/the-landfill/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Transcribed from actual conversations with a real scale-house attendant who works at the local landfill named Ramona. A realistic and hypothetical account of how my actual disposal could actually go if the local landfill accepted me as trash. I decided to write this story, featuring parts from real telephone conversations.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was only 10:30 am that Tuesday morning when I arrived at the local landfill, I had caught a ride with a man who had a trailer full of old kid’s clothing, old toys, and some left-over opened packs of unused vintage disposable diapers attached to a dually pick-up truck.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Kidnapped: The Disposal</title><link>/stories/2013/08/08/kidnapped-the-disposal/</link><pubDate>Thu, 08 Aug 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/08/08/kidnapped-the-disposal/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;One day as I was on my way to work, I saw a cargo van go by once and then turn at the end of the block. I thought nothing of it at first. As I kept walking down the sidewalk, I saw the same van again. “Maybe he is looking for an address or something,” I thought to myself. The van turned at the end of the block again, this time it turned right instead of left. I thought nothing of it really, because they weren’t doing anything out of the ordinary. Then as I neared the end of the block, I saw the van again. It turned right in front of me then stopped. The sliding door opened and someone dressed in black with a ski mask on pulled me inside. The door shut and locked as I tried to get up. My attempt was stopped as another person wearing a ski mask helped the other person hold me down.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>