Micro-Fiction Roundup XLIX: Yee to the Haw, Motherfuckers
February 15, 2012 in Micro-Fiction Roundup
A little window of insight into my personal world: surprise, folks, in real life Perverseus is a doctor. As a result, I found this particular topic of micro-fiction very appropriate. Now, in the interest of full disclosure, I must admit that I’m not a “doctor” doctor, but I do have a Ph.D. That counts for something, right? Right? Well, screw you then – I still reserve the right to examine any of you, particularly if you are female. And hot. In the interest of science. Let’s move on.
Greetings, Smokers and Smokerettes! This is just a quick reminder that we are still doing the Micro-Fiction Roundup, and maybe you should mosey on over and, you know, give it a try. I mean, I know that you're a wordy-wordkins, and you know you're a Wordzilla, but don't you want everyone else to know? Of course you do. Wait, you don't? Look at you, being all humble and shit. But that doesn't make my little contest work, so can't you just do it or me? Pretty please? Look, just do it or I'll break your getaway sticks, how about that? Thought so. 
Hi everybody! I know you probably thought I forgot about you, but I've just been coming off a two or three or four week Halloween candy bender. Oh what, like you don't start dipping into your trick-or-treat stash a week early? Pfft whatever, live in denial, haters. While I was busy scarfing down Tootsie Rolls (Best. Candy. Ever.) and avoiding candy corn like the plague (They suck. Get over it.), you were all busy writing about getting busy 
Hi everyone! I know you’re probably thinking, “Holy crap, has it been two weeks already?”, and the answer is yes, yes it has! I know we’re all freaking out over earthquakes and hurricanes and ingrown hairs (Shuddup. What? Shuddup), but let’s focus on what’s important here, folks, which is Micro-Fiction. Korainhell was our esteemed judge, and she not only provided us with our winner, but she also gave us the list of entries AND remarks on them, so I don’t have to, which is good because I have a non-hurricane to worry about. Without further blah blah blah: 
It’s that time again! After a tumultuous two weeks, Micro-fiction Roundup is here once more to make everything better, from saving radioactive jellyfish to providing child sociopaths with lighters and directions to the nearest church. No, micro-fiction will not accept your gifts of appreciation, no matter how many piles of cocaine you offer up in adoration. Yep, Micro-fiction is just that classy. As you know, last week’s topic was Hit Men. We had thirteen entries for our dear judge, Skahammer, to choose a winner from. Quick recap of the submissions:
