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 31, 2019

He Finally Got His (8th) Piece Of The Pi-i-i-e

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We have pizza at least once a week here at the Mansion. Usually it's from the deli at The Devil's Playground, where Farmer H likes t...

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Thursday, May 30, 2019

The Crisis Has Been Mediated

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Good ol' Even Steven! I won't go so far as Jerry Seinfeld tossing a $20 bill out the window because he knew he'd find one to rep...

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Wednesday, May 29, 2019

The Burlap Sack Solution

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Schooooool's OUT. For. The summer! No, I'm not celebrating. This is my third year of retirement, you know. The days of popping Ali...

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Tuesday, May 28, 2019

Mrs. HM Is In Crisis Mode

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There has been a catastrophe in Hillmomba. It pretty much only affects Mrs. Hillbilly Mom to a great degree. Other Hillmombans go about thei...

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Monday, May 27, 2019

It's The End Of The Line As We Know It

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I don't even know where to start any more! People these days can't grasp the rudimentary concept of A LINE that forms to wait a turn...

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Sunday, May 26, 2019

He Could Be Sniffing Sweaty Men's Armpits

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Farmer H has many hidden talents that he neglects to reveal. I'm sure you recall his love of hot dogs. That's not a talent. But ho...

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Saturday, May 25, 2019

Well, That Makes All The Difference

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Friday morning, I rushed to the main post office to mail the boys' weekly letters. On the way, I decided I needed some stamps. I have ha...

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Hillbilly Mom: I am old, and have 2 young kids and an old husband. My days are pretty full just annoying them.

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