Hillbilly Mansion

A 20-acre utopia smack dab in the middle of Hillmomba, where Hillbilly Mom posts her cold-hearted opinions, petty grievances, and self-proclaimed wisdom in spite of being a technology simpleton.

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

I'd Let Him Call Me The Cat's Pajamas If He Wanted To

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Hey! Just when you think you've seen it all... Who needs a new pair of Crocs? Not me. I'm already nearing my limit of ways to ...
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Monday, December 30, 2013

A Public Brownie Service Announcement

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Watchdog Hillbilly Mom here, reporting on the latest scam to siphon your hard-earned dollar from your bead-encrusted change-purse. Take a ...
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Sunday, December 29, 2013

It's About As Long As His...

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I know my sweet baboo would do anything for me. Well, except buy me nice Christmas gifts. Or Mother's Day gifts. Or give me a kind word ...
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Saturday, December 28, 2013

Hillmomba Crime Watch

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Our dear friend EmBee was terrorized again overnight. I noticed on my way home this afternoon, after dropping The Pony at his Grandma'...
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Friday, December 27, 2013

So Hurtful, The Holidays

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All right, everybody. Tune up your world's smallest violins. You're invited to a pity party for Mrs. Hillbilly Mom. You might want t...
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Thursday, December 26, 2013

No Honor Among Dweebs

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I must report a couple of aberrations from the Christmas Day gameplay. All aberrations occurred during the Poor Man's HedBanz game in ...
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Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Competitivus For The Rest Of Us

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The yearly gamefest after Christmas dinner began with Top the Top. It is a method of torture by which the gameplayer must set a top in motio...
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I am old, and have 2 young kids and an old husband. My days are pretty full just annoying them.
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