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.

Friday, May 4, 2018

Hillbilly People Solutions

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Farmer H may be retired, but that doesn't mean he is no longer on call. He had just plopped down in the La-Z-Boy this evening, with his ...
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Thursday, May 3, 2018

What A Dangerous, Dangerous World It Can Be

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Last night at 8:07, I got a text from The Pony. I don't hear from him often, unless I initiate the text conversation. And right now he h...
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Wednesday, May 2, 2018

Jeezers, Sneezers, Listen To Your Geezers

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Another reason I enjoy going to the casino is that I usually have several stories to tell by the time I leave. Last Saturday was no differen...
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Tuesday, May 1, 2018

Even Though Her Head Was Bare, Everyone Could See That This Little Gal Had An A$$HAT

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Coming out of Orb K on Saturday evening, I could tell it was prom night somewhere in Hillmomba. This was the third dressed-up couple I'd...
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Monday, April 30, 2018

Mrs. Hillbilly Mom's Recently Checkered Past

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Those checkers are out to get me! Saturday, I ran in Save A Lot for just a few items. Bananas, bacon, long flat sliced dill pickles for sa...
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Sunday, April 29, 2018

The Incredulous Smirk

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I've been a little rough on Farmer H lately. Not that I feel guilty. I'd go crazy if I didn't have this little outlet to complai...
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Saturday, April 28, 2018

The Fault-Finder Stops At The End Of Her Nose

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A couple times a week, I run to the store for odds and ends that don't require a full expedition to The Devil's Playground. Some ite...
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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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