tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112514995333046518.post7548804091349748822..comments2024-03-28T19:59:59.527-05:00Comments on Hillbilly Mansion: Mrs. Hillbilly Mom, The Walking WounderHillbilly Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18067833789262242514noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112514995333046518.post-83462940041447174302019-07-28T09:45:34.175-05:002019-07-28T09:45:34.175-05:00River,
I know! It's so tricky, looking in the ...River,<br />I know! It's so tricky, looking in the mirror and crossing over to the other side of my head.Hillbilly Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18067833789262242514noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112514995333046518.post-12533272986551405742019-07-27T23:26:09.112-05:002019-07-27T23:26:09.112-05:00and no picks. You're lucky you didn't take...and no picks. You're lucky you didn't take out an eye! I hope it heals quickly. Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112514995333046518.post-85353984773518494092019-07-27T22:33:41.133-05:002019-07-27T22:33:41.133-05:00Sioux,
Oh, you can bet I'll milk it 'til t...Sioux,<br />Oh, you can bet I'll milk it 'til the cows come home, and then milk it some more! A worker at Country Mart, on her way out to smoke a cigarette while leaning against the front of the store, started talking to me about scratchers today. I'm pretty sure it was a pity conversation, to take my mind off being a battered woman. Too bad she couldn't kick in a freebie, but she DID insist that my purple ticket was going to be a winner, and IT WON $20. If only she could tell me before I buy them...Hillbilly Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18067833789262242514noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112514995333046518.post-53303356795726388182019-07-27T13:53:55.757-05:002019-07-27T13:53:55.757-05:00Milk it for all that it's worth.
Blame Farmer...Milk it for all that it's worth.<br /><br />Blame Farmer H. Tell people he went after you because you didn't make his "Tower of Soup" fast enough. Or because you tried to stop him from eating a moldy hot dog bun. Or because you looked away when he stepped into the yard with only his tighty-whities adorning his body.<br /><br />Tell 'em. And then see what kind of free, pity fried chicken and sodas will start flying your way...Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.com