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.

Monday, August 5, 2019

Revealing My New Trick

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You're never too old to learn! I think I've developed a new way to control Farmer H. Let the record show that Farmer H enjoys watc...
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Sunday, August 4, 2019

Every Time I Speak Up For Myself, I Reveal That I'm A Fool

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Mrs. HM is not a confrontational person. She'll silently fume, and type her hands off when she feels she's been wronged... but she r...
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Saturday, August 3, 2019

Trapped Like A Mom In An SUV

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There I was, just a-rollin' up the road Singin' doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo Steerin' the wheel, calm in T-Hoe I rode Si...
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Friday, August 2, 2019

Please Don't Wheeze The Char-Mom

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There's an ongoing problem at the Mansion, and Mrs. Hillbilly Mom her own self is partially responsible. It's a matter of a good d...
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Thursday, August 1, 2019

Marley Gone Two-Day

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In the continuing saga of Farmer H's transgressions, and New Dog Marley... Sunday evening, Farmer H let Marley out of his pen again. H...
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Wednesday, July 31, 2019

Mrs. HM Flies Into Another Flippin' Fit Of Pique With Farmer H

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Farmer H is skating on thin ice. So thin that a single teardrop could send him crashing into the depths to Lock Ness Monster levels. But d...
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Tuesday, July 30, 2019

When One Door Closes, It's Just Another Attempt On The Life Of Mrs. HM

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I'm pretty sure Farmer H is still trying to kill me. Saturday night, he was leaving for the auction. I was in the kitchen, getting my...
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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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