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.

Thursday, December 10, 2020

Thank The Gummi Mary He's Not A Criminal

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Farmer H would be locked up, key at the bottom of a landfill, if he had criminal tendencies. He's just not a good liar. And he's alw...
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Wednesday, December 9, 2020

The Time Has Come, The Hair-Muss Said...

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To talk of many things Of dye and bangs and tendril-fly Of Farrah Fawcett wings Lovely lady-mullet length And neck-nape collar clings   Yep....
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Tuesday, December 8, 2020

The Truth Hurts Like A Bite In The Ample Rumpus

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The Pony is not a laughing hyena. He has a droll sense of humor. Mostly, he keeps it to himself. Every now an then, he lets it loose. I came...
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Monday, December 7, 2020

And Now, The EpiLOGue

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I'm just LOGging back in to tie up some loose ends. To show another view of yesterday's giant creek-log that only a few days before ...
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Sunday, December 6, 2020

When The Dead, Dead Log 'Un Goes Bob Bob Bobbin' Along

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We had some rain last week. A lot at once. That wreaks havoc with our creek and bridges. Farmer H called to warn me a couple days ago that t...
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Saturday, December 5, 2020

Not A Screecher Uncaring, The Treasonous Louse

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Oh, the places I go! The same places, really. Every day and every week. But each has a story to tell. The most prolific place is the Gas Sta...
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Friday, December 4, 2020

Kind Of Like A Village Missing Its Idiot

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It looks like we'll be having a Geniusless Christmas this year. So sad, to look forward to seeing Genius for the holiday, and then NOT. ...
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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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