<?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>Regurgitate on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/regurgitate/</link><description>Recent content in Regurgitate on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 27 Mar 2013 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/regurgitate/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Adventures in Lunching</title><link>/stories/2013/03/27/adventures-in-lunching/</link><pubDate>Wed, 27 Mar 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/03/27/adventures-in-lunching/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Dull&amp;hellip; dull&amp;hellip; dull!&amp;rdquo; Debbie mumbled to herself as she leafed through
the papers on her desk. She&amp;rsquo;d just finished a lengthy report. God what
a chore! And now she had to deal with these new accounts. It would take
a while to sort these out to work out which to deal with first. She
leaned back and sighed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh F^%&amp;amp;*!$ll!&amp;rdquo; came the expletive from the adjoining cubical. Debbie
laughed to herself then got up and stuck her head over the low dividing
wall.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>