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.

Saturday, August 31, 2019

Which Came First, The Chicken Or The Leg?

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Farmer H, himself without a funny bone, told me a joke that his buddy played on one of The Devil's Handmaidens. Farmer H seemed to think...
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Friday, August 30, 2019

GrandPaddy Wrong, Negs

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Farmer H left the TV on one of his channels after lunch. During a commercial break from Gunsmoke , my attention was grabbed by a device for ...
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Thursday, August 29, 2019

Impatiens Ain't Just A Flower In Hillmomba

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Lately, you might have detected a hint, a smidgen, a skosh of impatience in Mrs. HM's typing voice, regarding the behavior of Farmer H...
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Wednesday, August 28, 2019

Men Ask The Darnedest Questions

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For a few weeks, I've been meaning to put a bag of trash in the dumpster. It's on the passenger-side floor of T-Hoe, full of junk ma...
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Tuesday, August 27, 2019

You Can Lead A Dog To A Bone, But You Can't Make Him Chomp

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It's been over a week since Farmer H used his new toy power washer to clean the boards of the back porch. Still none of that stain ap...
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Monday, August 26, 2019

He's A Flim-Flammer, He's On Camera, He's A Daylight Scammer. Allegedly.

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Last Thursday, Mrs. HM narrowly missed being ripped off! Scammed! Stolen from! As you know, I've been procuring my daily 44 oz Diet Co...
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Sunday, August 25, 2019

The Short Temper Cook Bakes Again

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Remember that baked tomato egg thingy that Farmer H saw on his friend's Facebook? The one he made sure to tell me about and show me a p...
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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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