<?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>Semen on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/semen/</link><description>Recent content in Semen on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 10 Mar 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/semen/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Alternative Medicine</title><link>/stories/2018/03/10/alternative-medicine/</link><pubDate>Sat, 10 Mar 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/03/10/alternative-medicine/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;After closing the final sale of my multimillion dollar petroleum engineering company to some investors in London, I stopped by the closest bar I could find to plan my retirement. After several whiskeys over ice, I figured I better head to the hotel. I turned up my glass to finish it off, but my eyes focused on this beautiful blonde coming in the door. Dressed in a tight black latex pencil skirt with a white latex blouse. She looked like someone I once knew but I could not place her. When she made the order for a glass of Chardonnay, I knew it was her. I made my way to the bar, right up behind her. &amp;ldquo;Put it on my tab barkeep.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>