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.

Thursday, May 5, 2016

The Pony Slams The Hand That Quenches Him

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The Pony is a menace to propriety. Wednesday evening we stopped by the gas station chicken store to pick up some PowerBall tickets. The ja...
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Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Gimpin' Around Again In Ol' Hillmombaville

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Limpin' on three toes Strikin' a pain pose Showin' The Pony what he's done now Tellin' ya mister,  'Bout my huge...
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Tuesday, May 3, 2016

This Much I Know From Prom

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The Pony speaks little. The following information was pulled from him like several wayward teeth. His date fit in his truck. His date...
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Monday, May 2, 2016

The Lady In Red, Not Black And White

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Remember when I asked Farmer H to bring back something for The Pony from France? And The Pony said that he wouldn't mind a French maid? ...
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Sunday, May 1, 2016

The Scales Of Justice Weigh Heavy At The Semi Weekly Meeting Of The Newmentia Lunch Time Think Tank

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Justice was verbally doled out Wednesday at the Semi Weekly Meeting of the Newmentia Lunch Time Think Tank. The gavel was pounded by the m...
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Saturday, April 30, 2016

Prom Drama

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The Pony is off to prom this evening. He has just begun the dressing routine. When we went to pick up his tux on Thursday, there was anoth...
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Friday, April 29, 2016

The Gift That Refuses To Quit Giving

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Sweet Gummi Mary! The influx continues! Sixteen days and counting DOWN, and guess who gets another new student. That’s right. Mrs. Hillbilly...
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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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