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.

Tuesday, March 31, 2020

In The Mansion Boudoir With The Stir-Crazy Hillbillies

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Times are tough here in Hillmomba. With his recreational outlets closed, Farmer H is crazier than usual. It seems to have invaded his drea...
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Monday, March 30, 2020

Loitering On The Lot Of The Gas Station Chicken Store

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Sunday, after allowing Typhoid Farmer H to dress my leg wound, I headed to the Gas Station Chicken Store for my magical elixir and lone huma...
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Sunday, March 29, 2020

Mrs. HM Is FAR OUT

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Sweet Gummi Mary! I just had the most scathingly STUPID idea! Let the record show that I don't actually believe this idea. If I was a ...
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Saturday, March 28, 2020

For A Man Who Doesn't Use It, Farmer H Is Overly Concerned

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You may recall that on Friday the 13th, Farmer H was in a panic because This Guy's Wife put on Facebook that the Devil's Playground ...
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Friday, March 27, 2020

Smaller, In Comparison, Than Scarlett O'Hara's 17-Inch Waist

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Sweet Gummi Mary! If it's not expired mayonnaise, it's a starving chicken! I treated myself to some chicken tenders this week. Har...
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Thursday, March 26, 2020

Mrs. HM Would Like To Make A Citizen's Arrest

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oooOOOooo, oooOOOooo, weOOO, weOOO, weOOO, weOOO, weOOO, weOOO... Oh. That's just how I image you'd write the sound of an Australi...
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Wednesday, March 25, 2020

The EGGSacerbation Of Mrs. HM, Part 3: The Let-Down

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Unlike the long-neck ice-cold beer of Luke Combs , Farmer H and the Gas Station Chicken Store have broken my heart. Let me down! Just when I...
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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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