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, September 30, 2019

Farmer H's Greed Will Be The End Of Him

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You all know that Farmer H has a booming business at his Storage Unit Store. He buys stuff at auctions, and resells them at his SUS. He star...
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Sunday, September 29, 2019

It's The Opposite Of Hearing Voices, I Guess

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It's happening again! Technically, it didn't stop happening. The day that I typed up my post about the wifi spying on me about ...
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Saturday, September 28, 2019

I Had No Intention Of Rioting

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Thursday was quite a laugh-fest for Even Steven. I'd been to the bank, credit union, post office, filled T-Hoe up with gas. All I wanted...
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Friday, September 27, 2019

The Eye In The WiFi

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Sweet Gummi Mary! Surveillance has gotten out of hand. I refuse to have an Alexa in the Mansion. It's bad enough that my phone listens t...
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Thursday, September 26, 2019

The Very Nerve Of Copper Jack

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After my efforts being thwarted at every turn on Monday, my magical elixir seemed extra-delicious when I took a trial sip before putting the...
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Wednesday, September 25, 2019

They'll Drive You To Drink

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Even Steven left me hangin' on Monday. At least I have the EVENING of Steven to look forward too, I suppose. My Devil's Playground ...
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Tuesday, September 24, 2019

A Day Filled With Mock-Blockers

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Sweet Gummi Mary! Nothing is ever simple for Mrs. HM. I only wanted to dash into The Devil's Playground for the weekly groceries. It...
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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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