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Sammie’s First Driving Lesson

When i was 17 it was time for me to  learn to drive, It was an early October morning and the grass was full of dew and my driving instructor turned up with a nice new looking car and i was nervous and excited at the same time. “Right Sammie this is a 2 hour lesson and for the first 45 minutes or so we will just sit and talk about how the car works and what the controls are, are you ok?” he said,  yea I’m good, i said, as he telling me this is the handbrake, this is the blink lights control and things like that. “right Sammie are you ready for your first drive?” he asked me. “i think so, just nervous and a little shaky so he tells me what to do, and i have to back the car away from the house and turn it around.

well my first go i stalled, he told me i have to take the handbrake off as i try to drive off so i have full control of the car. Well i had my feet on the peddles and the hand brake was to hard to lift up, so i turned my body and used both hands to lift it and while doing that my hips twisted and my foot pressed the go peddle and lifted off the clutch and the car took off and shot back across the wet grass and by the time he pulled the hand brake we was spinning and sliding over the wet grass and sploosh  as we flew into our duck pond.

I didn’t know what happened and the instructor was saying things to me and when i came to my senses he was asking if I’m ok, “what happens i screamed” then i seen the water and i said to him “look look the water is up to the windows” “don’t panic” he said, well that was is went into panic mode and stared to scream when i felt the water around my feet, “the waters coming in, its in the car, get me out”

Well he opened the sunroof and i felt his bare hand on my bare ass as he pushed me through the sunroof and we where sat on the roof on the car in our duck pond.

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Thank you Mr Cow

about age 5, and living on a farm, i remember one summer i was in my summer dress with pretty yellow flowers on it and my frilly socks and sandals with ribbons in my hair. i looked really pretty, (”my little angel” daddy said) i asked daddy if i can watch the cows getting milked because i’ma big girl now, so he said yes but i have to stay next to the wall and not get in the way.
well the cows came in and daddy put some shinny things on the cows that where jumping up and down, but i couldn’t see well from the wall, so i walked behind a cow and lowered my head a little to see what they did and the cow lifted his tail so i can get a better look, “Thank you Mister cow” i said, and then this hot smelly stuff landed on my head and back and pushed me to the floor and i was screaming for daddy to help me and save me.

i never did like cows after that, and even today i’ll not go near a cow.

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