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, October 12, 2020

Mrs. HM Goes Full HAM Scorched Mansion

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We'll turn The Pony out into the paddock today, to kick up his heels, roll on his back, and graze in peace. He'll be tied to the snu...
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Sunday, October 11, 2020

What The Hard-Of-Hearing Man Heard

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I should have known our trip would be as ill-fated as the three-hour tour (three hour tour) of the S.S. Minnow! Okay. Maybe not that bad. B...
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Saturday, October 10, 2020

A Mostly A-Carrot Account Of A Friday Night Food Flap

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The Pony was belaboring a point Friday evening, sitting on the long couch, eating the sausage links, carrots-with-cheese, baked potato, and ...
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Friday, October 9, 2020

Plastic Soda Rings Are Dangerous To Lair Life

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One of The Pony's "duties," (for which he receives a weekly salary of $20) is to bring six-packs of bottled Diet Coke down to ...
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Thursday, October 8, 2020

10:00 PM Shenanigans

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"If you thought you heard an entity upstairs last night around 10:00, it was only me. I heard something while Dad was at the auction, s...
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Wednesday, October 7, 2020

Robbing Genius To Pay Pony

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A new scratcher came out last Monday. That's the routine. The last Monday of the month is MO Money Monday. It's the release date for...
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Tuesday, October 6, 2020

Mad As An Un-Met Hen, Staggering About On Chicken Legs

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Saturday I did some shopping at Country Mart. Before I left home, I asked The Pony (by hollering through the closed door of his room, while ...
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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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