I broke my old but still-functional iPad. It couldn't handle the torment of my sharp heels. I'm increasingly enjoying breaking technology. This feeling of power and ruthlessness makes me happy.

I had a bit of fun and even hurt myself a little, destroying electronics and my makeup under my high heels. I especially enjoyed breaking the TV. It crunched so satisfyingly under my feet, my high heels mercilessly piercing the screen.

Ellie and I decided to have some fun. We took our old car and drove to a place with a lot of grass, aiming the exhaust fumes at the grass. We revved it hard. Thick smoke was directed at the grass, turning it black. It was very powerful

4K version. It rained two days ago. I thought everything had dried out. So I drove straight to my friend's. But as soon as I left the village, my tires started losing traction. The car skidded into a rut, and I just spun, occasionally moving. My white sandals were dirty, and the heels were muddy. The back wheel stopped spinning from the mud. It was as if some mud monster was holding my wheels, preventing me from moving. Would I be able to reach my friend's?

It rained two days ago. I thought everything had dried out. So I drove straight to my friend's. But as soon as I left the village, my tires started losing traction. The car skidded into a rut, and I just spun, occasionally moving. My white sandals were dirty, and the heels were muddy. The back wheel stopped spinning from the mud. It was as if some mud monster was holding my wheels, preventing me from moving. Would I be able to reach my friend's?

Sniffing my sandals

The school year is almost over, and I've been cramming for exams for a whole month. It's a beautiful Sunday, and I'm dying to get outside, sunbathe, and get some fresh air. But I really need to study, so the only option is to combine business with pleasure and go outdoors.

I gather my books and things, put on my sunglasses, and hit the road. I have a spot in mind on the outskirts of town. It's a remote field I've visited before, essentially my secret spot. It's quiet and peaceful, and most importantly, I can drive there.

The sun is shining, and the day promises to be beautiful. As I drive through the field, I notice mud that wasn't there last time. I ignore it and continue driving, but after just a few meters, I get stuck.

I roll down the window and look out. The tires are a little coated in mud, but at first glance, it doesn't look too bad. I try to reverse, but the wheel just spins, and the car sinks even deeper into the mud.

— What the hell is going on?

I try to move back and forth a bit, but the car is completely stuck.

I get out and inspect the car. It doesn't seem to be that stuck. I take out my phone, open Google, and start searching for towing services. I find a company near me and call.

The man answers, and I explain the situation. He says he can be there in about half an hour, but it will cost $150 to pull the car out.

— What the hell? $150 for a tow?!

I try to negotiate the price, but he won't budge. To hell with it and to hell with him. I'll pull the car out myself.

I hang up and start thinking about what to do next. First, I try to rock the car. I pump the pedal, shift the gears back and forth, but I only end up digging myself deeper. I need a new plan.

I start searching the car for anything that might help.

I light a cigarette. And while I'm smoking, another idea occurs to me.

What if I put some skid plates under the tires to improve traction?

The skid plates are in place, and I get back in the car. At first, I try driving slowly, but the car just won't move.

I'm so irritated.

My study plan has failed, and I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere. In desperation, I slam on the gas pedal and start yelling and cursing. I rev it up as hard as I can, but the car won't move—the wheels just spin endlessly.

I'm starting to have a nervous breakdown. I slam on the gas pedal again and again, revving it up, yelling and cursing. It takes me a few minutes to finally calm down.

Damn this mud!

I realize I won't be able to get the car out on my own, so I call the towing company again. This time they say they'll be here in about an hour.

Well, at least I can study a little while I wait. :)

Darina and I decided to just go for a drive and take some photos with the car. But the car wouldn't start. Darina opened the hood to see what was wrong. She'd accidentally ripped off a coolant hose. We were angry with the car, as it breaks down often, and decided to scrap it. But before that, we wanted to destroy it. We used our high heels, a baseball bat, and an axe. We had a lot of fun. We even broke and bent our boot heels. Enjoy the full 41-minute video. We had a blast destroying the car.

I can't start the car's engine. I try to push it, but the ground is wet and slippery under my feet. My sandals slide on the mud. I try again and again to get the engine to start, but the battery is already dying and it's getting harder and harder. I push again and it's incredibly slippery. I'm spinning my wheels in the mud.

I like to take shortcuts and drive through fields and forests. And this time after work, I took a shortcut. I picked some flowers in the meadow and drove on. As I entered the forest, I saw a car blocking my path. There was no other way, and I couldn't get around it. The owner was gone, and the alarm wasn't working. I didn't want to drive back from another stupid place. I also got stuck in a muddy puddle, and it was hard for me to get out and turn around. I had the idea of ??towing this car so I could get on with it. Would I be able to do that? After all, it was very wet and muddy under the wheels, and I was constantly spinning my wheels.

We were planning to go to the city after a weekend in the countryside. Because of the rain, we left the car in the garden so we could get out later without any problems. But something unexpected happened. The car wouldn't start. Ellie and I tried repeatedly to revive the engine, but nothing worked. We tried pedaling in heels and barefoot. Finally, we decided to go in another car. But here, too, we were met with failure. The other car also wouldn't start. Numerous attempts! Would we be able to go to the city today?

I enjoy the sound of the engine and the leather seats. I tap my heels on the leather seats.