<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108739629249496253</id><updated>2011-07-08T19:19:17.504+03:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Name of PANTS.</title><subtitle type='html'>We are two extra-ordinary Kuwaiti Teens who just started their summer vacay-ay. Do not call us Fatheen, cause we're only trying to survive this hot soon to be mghabir summer. 

Pants.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108739629249496253/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>In The Name Of PANTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445796627556803737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63I2MFD2etI/SiLEHv4or4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/kDWrjCzTIaI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108739629249496253.post-7875356990071589750</id><published>2009-06-20T21:50:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:09:49.216+03:00</updated><title type='text'>8- Dee: Guilt Struck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 1 2009,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;continued..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11 AM - Shalayh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Azuz and I were getting something to eat and drink. Jay and Sa'ad were outside tanning. Well they were supposed to be, but I dont think thats all they did. I could never do what Jay does with Sa'ad and the other guys. I'm just not that open minded and comfortable with it as much as she is. I'm not saying i'm a complete angel, but lets just keep it at that I dont go as far as Jay does. When we finished getting refreshments I took 2 small bottles of orange juice from the fridge and sat on the counter waiting for Azuz to come out of the bathroom. When he did come out he walked over to me and stood infront of me. He held my hips and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz:&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Gimmie a kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: *Kisses Azuz* &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hehe, I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I love you 2!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ready to go back out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Azuz: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee:&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Can I have a piggy back ride?&lt;/span&gt; *smiling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz: *Laughs and turns around* &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;All aboard the Aziz Ride!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;YAAAAAY&lt;/span&gt; *goes on Azuz's back and kisses his head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yalla reaadddyyyy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yeah! La la wait! The juice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Okay got it. Now readdyy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;LETS GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hold on tight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz puts his hand under Dee's ass to support her and to make sure that she wouldn't fall. Then he starts running as fast as he could to outside. Once they were outside he throws the juice bottles next to where Jay and Sa'ad are laying down and continues to run towards the ba7ar. Dee couldn't stop laughing the whole way. She knew that he was about to throw her in the ba7ar, and she loved the thought. When they got there, just about when Azuz was gunna throw her in, he stops and changes the position so that Dee is now facing him. He kisses her gently and contiues to walk deeper and deeper. Until the water reached Dee's neck level. Dee just hugged him and held tight to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[On the beach]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa'ad: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How's your head feeling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It doesn't hurt, bas I just noticed that I cant swim cause of the bandage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa'ad: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh, bas that doesnt mean you cant go into the ba7ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yeah, but I'd rather stay here and tan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa'ad: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ok, whatever makes you comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa'ad felt that something was bothering Jay, but he just didn't know what. She was happy awhile ago. He thought to himself that maybe she was jealous of Dee and Azuz. But he brushed that thought out of his head, he knew Jay isn't the jealous type. He decided that when ever she feels like it, she'd tell him herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay couldn't get Ali out of her head. Not that she loved him, but she felt guilty for keeping it a secret from Sa'ad. She felt as though she had to tell him. Or the guilt will keep haunting her. She was afraid that if she told him her past, he'd hate her and end up leaving her. She decided that she wont tell him until she talks to Dee about what to do. She looked up to see Azuz and Dee attempting to float in the middle of the Sea. She started laughing at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sa'ad: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Shytha7ik?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jay: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Look.&lt;/span&gt; *Pointing towards Azuz and Dee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sa'ad: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aha. Are you ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jay: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Huh? Yeah why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sa'ad: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It doesn't seem like it. You're acting weird and different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jay: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Umm, la im fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sa'ad: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Whatever you say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Jay knew she had to tell him very soon. She picked up her phone and messaged Dee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Text Message Sent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To: Dee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Deeyoo! I need to talk to you! When you see this tell me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jay has a kind of bad memory, she tends to forget alot. So she knew this way she won't forget to talk to Dee about it. She put her head down, closed her&lt;/span&gt; eyes, and relaxed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Laters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pants.&lt;/span&gt; Xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108739629249496253-7875356990071589750?l=inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com/feeds/7875356990071589750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com/2009/06/8-dee.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108739629249496253/posts/default/7875356990071589750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108739629249496253/posts/default/7875356990071589750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com/2009/06/8-dee.html' title='8- Dee: Guilt Struck'/><author><name>In The Name Of PANTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445796627556803737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63I2MFD2etI/SiLEHv4or4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/kDWrjCzTIaI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108739629249496253.post-7945889245662426448</id><published>2009-06-11T19:51:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:06:43.340+03:00</updated><title type='text'>7- Jay: Glowing Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 1 2009,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;continued..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10 AM - Shalayh]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After ending things with Ali, I felt very relieved that I ended up falling asleep with my mobile in my hand. I just woke up to find 2 messages. One was from Sa'ad, who slept in the room next to mine(Dee and Azuz wouldn't let us sleep in the same room). And the 2nd was from Dee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Text Messages Recieved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Sa'ad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7ayati, we tried knocking on your door but you wouldn't answer, so Dee thought we should just go ahead and tan and that you'd join us later on when you wake up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Come out when you're up! Love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get why it took me awhile to figure out that I actually love Sa'ad. He's sweet, handsome, funny and charming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Dee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Morning Bitch! As soon as you see this come bara! We're already tanning. Haha im gunna be darker than you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! I love that crazy hoe! I dont know what I'd do without her in my life! She's like the sister I never had. I grew up with two brothers, so I used to try to act like them. But ever since I met Dee, we started playing like all little girls play, the whole dress ups, tea parties and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got up to go to the bathroom, washed up, wore my Short shorts with a tank top and headed outside. When I stepped outside, Dee was bil ba7ar with Azuz splashing water at each other and Sa'ad was laying own on a towel, earphones in ears, and eyes closed. So I walked towards him slowly, layed my towel next to him, and stood above his head. When he still didn't notice me, I bent down and kissed his forehead gently. He opened his left eye while squinting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jay:&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa'ad: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jaayy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: *giggles* &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Heyy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept smiling while he watched me lay down on my towel, and take one of the earphones that he had on and put it in my ear. When I noticed it was a song I didn't like, I took the ipod from his hand and put Poker Face - Lady Gaga. I then closed my eyes. I felt Sa'ad turn to his side and face me. I could feel him staring at me. I loved the attention that I was getting from him, so I just smiled and starting soaking up the sun. After a couple of minutes, I felt his breath on my cheek, I opened my eyes to see him smiling naughtly at me. I pushed him, he fell back to laying down and I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: *giggles*&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; Sa'aaaaadd! I wanna tan first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa'ad: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Shinu ya3ni i cant give you a kiss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nope, not yet&lt;/span&gt; *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa'ad: *Smiling* &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Minu gal 3ala kaifich?&lt;/span&gt; *he gave her a peck on the lips, smiled and layed back down* &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wasn't hard now was it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jay: *blushing* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dee notices me laying by the beach and comes running leaving Azuz to follow her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ahhh! Intay wainichh? How long have you been up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; kanii! Tawa like 5-10 mins ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ohh. Inzain you HAVE to come to the ba7ar, its AMAZINNNGG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Gimmie like 30 mins, I wanna taaaan!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fine bitch! Azuz you wanna get something to eat from inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yalla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; imshay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As soon as they went inside, I quickly sat on Sa'ad's stomach and smiled at him. He opened his eyes and held my hips, as soon as we were gunna start making out. Dee comes out running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee:&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Ha tabun, um okayy, seriously get a room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: *I get off of Sa'ad and lay back down* &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jeez! You always have to interrupt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Haday haday! I was just gunna ask if you want anything to drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jay: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ohh, Orange Juice please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa'ad: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Same. Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yeah sure. W you guys please bitsawun ayshay, go inside. People can see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both: &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Its not like we care.&lt;/span&gt; *Start laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pants.&lt;/span&gt; Xx &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Enjooyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108739629249496253-7945889245662426448?l=inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com/feeds/7945889245662426448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com/2009/06/7-jay-light-shining-through.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108739629249496253/posts/default/7945889245662426448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108739629249496253/posts/default/7945889245662426448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com/2009/06/7-jay-light-shining-through.html' title='7- Jay: Glowing Happiness'/><author><name>In The Name Of PANTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445796627556803737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63I2MFD2etI/SiLEHv4or4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/kDWrjCzTIaI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108739629249496253.post-2351700469662872238</id><published>2009-06-10T22:57:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:26:42.829+03:00</updated><title type='text'>6- Jay: New Page</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 1 2009,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Shalayh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's past midnight, everyone's asleep, but I can't seem to fall asleep. I've been tossing and turning around in bed for the past 2 hours. It the first time that a guy makes me feel like this. I think i might actually love Sa'ad. Although im not the committing type, I think i finally found the guy that makes me happy, and im willing to be committed to him. I hope he feels the same way about me. The way he acts shows that he really cares. I remember his face as soon as i opened my eyes, he was so happy his face was beaming. Having him next to me makes me feel safe and secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Buzzz Buzzz*&lt;br /&gt;Text Message Recieved&lt;br /&gt;From: Ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Hey sugar, where you at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to do this now. Thats it. Im not the girl i was before. I'm starting a new page with Sa'ad. My Sa'ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text Message Sent&lt;br /&gt;To:Ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ali, this is over, I cant keep on doing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Buzzz Buzzz*&lt;br /&gt;Text Message Recieved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From: Ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Doing what? Minu gal aku shay baina? You're just another girl to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text Message Sent&lt;br /&gt;To: Ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Even better, then stop talking to me, I dont want anything to do with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Buzzz Buzzz* Text Message Recieved&lt;br /&gt;From: Ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Hahaayyyy, What? You actually think I care? 7abebti 3andi malyun wa7da '3airich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I actually thought I liked him. I'm glad I realized this now, before it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text Message Sent&lt;br /&gt;To: Ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Good, Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel much better now, as if I had weights on my shoulders and they've finally been taken off. Now I know how Dee feels about Azuz. I used to make fun of how she was inlove with him. How she smiles at the mention of his name, or how her heart beats faster when she talks to him, and how she feels as if she's on top of the world when she's in his arms. This is exactly how I am with Sa'ad. I'm happy for the both of us. Things are actually starting to be good for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Laters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pants.&lt;/span&gt; Xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108739629249496253-2351700469662872238?l=inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com/feeds/2351700469662872238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com/2009/06/6-jay-new-page.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108739629249496253/posts/default/2351700469662872238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108739629249496253/posts/default/2351700469662872238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com/2009/06/6-jay-new-page.html' title='6- Jay: New Page'/><author><name>In The Name Of PANTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445796627556803737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63I2MFD2etI/SiLEHv4or4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/kDWrjCzTIaI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108739629249496253.post-2962920428106939995</id><published>2009-06-08T00:40:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T01:52:04.376+03:00</updated><title type='text'>5- Dee: Hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 31 2009,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;continued..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We got to 3adan hospital not knowing what to do. I was a little bit dizzy but I managed to walk properly then sit on the plastic chairs. I looked at everyone. Studied every one's face. It was all in slow motion. I could see Azuz running around to find a doctor and Sa'ad carrying Jay while screaming his head off to grab attention. The weird thing was that I didn't see any doctors. They were all nurses. Male nurses in fact. They were running around screaming and no one payed attention to Sa'ad carrying Jay in his arms. Sa'ad found an empty bed and placed Jay on it very carefully making sure she was on her left side and not on her back. Incase there was some damage in her skull. Sa'ad was very calm, as I heared from Jay that hes not the calm type of person, he always screams and gives orders and his orders should be obeyed or else something bad will happen. But I don't see that right now, in fact he's more calm than Azuzi. Sa'ad tried talking to some of the nurses but they kept on ignoring him, Azuz helped him too. Suddenly out of no where Sa'ad holds one of the nurses from his collar and started screaming so loud that everyone, and I mean everyone froze and started to stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa'ad: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ya 7mar!! 3alejha shuf shfeha? Yallah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Asif u5oy bs magdar ana ajes.ha. Lazim eldoctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa'ad: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;W wayn eldoctor el kalb hatha? Ha? Red 3alay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Eldoctors kelhum eb 3amalya il7een, you have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa'ad: *Still holding him from his collar*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; I wait shkethr??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;About 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa'ad: *punched the nurse*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz opened his mouth, in shock. He didnt know Sa'ad can be that violent, and ... STRONG! The nurse fell on the floor holding his nose. Sa'ad bent down to hit him one more time, but thank god Azuz stopped him. Azuz told him that he will talk to one of the doctors to examine her. And if you don't know, Azuz has his own ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Azuz took Jay and told us *me and Sa'ad* to stay and not move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[30 minutes later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz comes back with a huge smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ayal 9aydaaaaat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa'ad: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BASHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kalamt il doctor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Azuz: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;6la3 eldoctor mn il3amalya for a break w kalamta w shafha. Gal ina the good thing ina mafi nazeef da5eli w ina she bumped her head w she'll wake up ba3d shwai 7a6alaha drip w madri shnw w gal take her home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa'ad: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ya3ni mafehhaa shayyy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mafeha te6amaaan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;YAAAYYY!&lt;/span&gt; *does a little dance* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sa'ad: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7imdillaaaaaah.. Allah 7fath.ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Azuz: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hahaa Dee stop, we're in public!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ahh Thank God!! So do we get back to the shalayh now? I'm hungry. Can we stop by McDonalds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah sure 7ayati. W Inshallah te97a Jay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa'ad: *took Jay from Azuz* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ehh inshallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she did wake up on our way to McDonalds!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa'ad: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jay? 7ABEEBTI?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;7ayati? Where are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa'ad: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You fell off the jetski and hit your head and we took you to the hospital. W now you're awake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Am I okay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*touches her head* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Aaaaa7777 shinu hathaa?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa'ad: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes 7abeebti you are okay! Thats where you hit your head on the rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: *sat up straight* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ohh Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa'ad pulled Jay closer to him and kissed her on her forehead, she then raised her face and starred into his eyes and told him that she loved him. Sa'ad kissed her again, this time really hard he pressed his lips against hers while holding her face very gently. He then put her in his lap and continued on kissing her. But I *Dee* kept on looking at them. Usually I'd scream ewww. But this time I just looked at them and a smile crept on my face. It was love that I was seeing. It was filled with love, passion, and strong emotions. It wasn't like any other kiss. I'm sure. I think they just found out that they are truly, very deeply in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pants.&lt;/span&gt; Xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108739629249496253-2962920428106939995?l=inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com/feeds/2962920428106939995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com/2009/06/5-dee-hospital.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108739629249496253/posts/default/2962920428106939995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108739629249496253/posts/default/2962920428106939995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com/2009/06/5-dee-hospital.html' title='5- Dee: Hospital'/><author><name>In The Name Of PANTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445796627556803737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63I2MFD2etI/SiLEHv4or4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/kDWrjCzTIaI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108739629249496253.post-107280064615076474</id><published>2009-06-06T18:13:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:45:23.761+03:00</updated><title type='text'>4- Dee: The incident</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 31 2009,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;continued.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[In the shalayh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Baby, Sa'ad and Jay are in the guest bedroom, would they do anything they're not supposed to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maybe, anyways lets go Jet-Ski!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yalla, I'll go get the Jet Ski's out while you get ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am ready, I just need to get my shorts on w I'll tell Jay and Sa'ad ina we're gunna jet ski, maybe they'll join.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah ok. Be careful, you wouldn’t want to hear or see anything you'd regret! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Haha okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Azuz leaves, Dee gets dressed and goes to the guest room]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: *knocks* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sa'ad: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ohooo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jay: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ifff, WHAT?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jeeezz, Chill man, Azuz and I are going to Jet Skii, you guys wanna join?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sa'ad: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In awhile! Lemme take a cold shower first.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jay: *giggles* &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yalla I'll get my clothes on and come. You guys go ahead.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dee: *rolls eyes and whispers* &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Whore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jay: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HEARD THAT!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Haha you are one!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Azuz and Dee are Jet Skiing]&lt;br /&gt;[Sa’ad and Jay just get out of the house]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa’ad: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jay How bout you ride behind me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But I wanted to drive my own!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa’ad: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;La la, ride behind me, akhaf 3alaich, w libsay il life jacket just like Dee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Fine, bas promise you’ll let me drive later?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa’ad: *holds Jay closer and kisses her*&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jay sits behind Sa’ad]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa’ad and Azuz, the competitive guys they are, decided to race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Azuzii, I don’t wanna stay behind you while you race, can you take me next to the shore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was just gunna tell you the same &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*kisses Dee’s forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Azuz drops Dee next to the shore]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Be careful! I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Inshallah, I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay decides to stay behind Sa’ad, even though he asked her not to. But she insists that she wants to be apart of the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third lap, while Sa’ad was swerving next to a huge rock, Jay falls off the Jet Ski, and her head hits the rock. Good thing she had the life jacket on since it kept her floating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee:&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; AZUUUZ!! JAY! JAY FELL! HELP HER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that time Sa’ad had already pulled Jay up to the Jet Ski, and was heading to the shore. Dee started to cry hysterically. Azuz went to the shore and was standind next to Dee waiting for Sa'ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Laa! Is she okay? Is she breathing? Is she conscious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dee was following Sa'ad as he carried her to the shore and layed her down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sa’ad: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aziz wakhir hathy 3ani shwaya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dee come here, calm down okay? She’s gunna be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: *crying* &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Laa, laa. She’s not awake. We have to take her to the hospital. OMG her head, it has a bump and its bleeding. Oh shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee fainted and Azuz held her before she fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Imsh imsh, lets take them to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[On the ride to the hospital]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hmm, Azuz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Baby you’re up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Where’s Jay? Where are we going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa’ad: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;She’s in the back. We're taking you two to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah, Dee I think you should call your mom and Jay’s mom and tell them you’re sleeping over at a friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ok, where’s my mobile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I put it next to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh found it&lt;/span&gt; *dialing mama*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hala 7abebti wainich?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hi mama, Bebe, Jay and I are going to a café, w ba3dain we’re gunna sleep at Bebe’s ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama: &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ok, Take care mama, but don’t forget to tell your dad, tomorrow is his day. Oh and Jay’s mom 3indina now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eh inzain, then can you tell her that Jay’s sleeping at Bebe’s too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama:&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; She says ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thanks. Yalla bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yalla Sa’ad get Jay wi9alna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Laters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pants.&lt;/span&gt; Xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108739629249496253-107280064615076474?l=inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com/feeds/107280064615076474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com/2009/06/may-31-2009-continued.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108739629249496253/posts/default/107280064615076474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108739629249496253/posts/default/107280064615076474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com/2009/06/may-31-2009-continued.html' title='4- Dee: The incident'/><author><name>In The Name Of PANTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445796627556803737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63I2MFD2etI/SiLEHv4or4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/kDWrjCzTIaI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108739629249496253.post-1796123850502263280</id><published>2009-06-01T15:27:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T01:12:54.853+03:00</updated><title type='text'>3- Dee: Snogging Extraveganza</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 31 2009,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;continued..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lobby]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Where is coach Sa'ad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Security: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He's with the girls. The lesson will finish in 15 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Thanks. Dee Imshay lets sit on the sofas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ewww! Im guna sit on the floor wayed a7san. They're Soaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;They're wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Just like your pussy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oh yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the cold floor while Jay sat on the WET sofas. A hot dude comes in. I stand up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa'ad: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sa'udiii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not believe what Jay is doing right now. Shes hugging him. She's not letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugging..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugging..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh thank God the lobby is empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still hugging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg did he just grab her ass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont care if shes guna slap me in the face bs im goin to, I HAVE TO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ouuuchh! What did you do that for? Give me my Shaba9a back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Here you go. So are you guna introduce me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: *Tying her hair again* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sa'ad this is my friend Dee. Dee Sa'ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sa'ad: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Shlunich &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dee&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tamaam. Inta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa'ad: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bkhair Allah ysalmich. Yallah banat imshaw el pool. Its empty now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the huuuge pool. Sa'ad said its an Olympic swimming pool. Not that i know what that means. Jay and Sa'ad went off to the changing rooms. I bet shes stripping for him right now. Im just guna call Azuz and tell him to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15 Minutes later - Azuz enters the pool area]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz: *Looking at Jay and Sa'ad making out in the pool* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PORNO BABY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3aib!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Is he fingering her? Cause shes moaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Malik she'3il fehum! Imsh ne6la3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Laa mabi! Laish ma you get undressed and jump into the pool.&lt;/span&gt; *wiggles eyebrows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;With Sa'ad in there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ykhaaasiii! Y6la3 barah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3yal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Intay w Jay bs. Some lesbo porn!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Estaaa7!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So where do you wana go baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BA7AR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ba7ar? Ka ilpool jdamich! Lazim ba7ar 3ashan tetzale6ain w talbesele bikini jdam ilshabab?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;La badsh ib my shorts w polo. Wallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sha6rrraaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I feel like jetskiing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Khalas, our shalayh is empty now, ill just call il guard ou tell him ina im coming. Intay gulay 7ag Jay w 9a7ebha ele shwai w takla. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jayy! Jaaaaaaaayyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Haaa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Imshay intay w Sa'ad we're goin to Azuz's shalayh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa'ad: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wain shalayha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jlay3a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa'ad: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Okay ana al7agkum ib sayarti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Okayy good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yallah 7ayati, ready?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ehh. And btw jay and Sa'ad are coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuz: *Spanks me on my ass* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yal shay6ana, knt abi bru7na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: *Giggles* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bs inta gltli &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;agolohum&lt;/span&gt; ina..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt get to finish my sentence cause he pushed me in to one of the dressing rooms. He started with a gentle kiss, which turned into a more passionate one. He was rough. I like it when he's like that. He whispered A7ibich in my ear and started nibbiling on them. Ahhh.. Now I'm wet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Laters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pants. &lt;/span&gt;Xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108739629249496253-1796123850502263280?l=inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com/feeds/1796123850502263280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-dee-snogging-extraveganza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108739629249496253/posts/default/1796123850502263280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108739629249496253/posts/default/1796123850502263280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-dee-snogging-extraveganza.html' title='3- Dee: Snogging Extraveganza'/><author><name>In The Name Of PANTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445796627556803737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63I2MFD2etI/SiLEHv4or4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/kDWrjCzTIaI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108739629249496253.post-3852179757555265095</id><published>2009-06-01T01:43:00.015+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:41:50.797+03:00</updated><title type='text'>2- Jay: Shaving My Vee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 31 2009,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;continued..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since our car is a black Range Rover, Rafeeg looks very funny bldaba. Im 16 and I drive better than my mom. She drives like a loon, while Dee drives like a lunatic. No difference I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Driving to the nadi]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hmm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I shaved my Vee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yup! The whole thing babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mabruk? But.. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I wanna look hot in my bikini today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Havent you always worn a bikini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Not infront on Sa'ad. I dont want to scare him with my hairy vee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You scare me ana bs, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yup. You get exposed to alot of stuff. Mt3awda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mnich intay met3awda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Well we've been friends for almost 7 years now, we're practically sisters!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Im guna look HOOOTT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What bout ur karsha? Shlun bet5shenha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Chub yal kalba! Im not the one with the stretch marks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Chub! Atleast.. Atleast they barely show!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We both look hot. We have karshas but tiny ones. Well, mine is. Yours is like another ass. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Chub! Bitch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wa7da eb wa7da. Bs we both look hot wallah! All we have to do is suck them in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;True.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I want you to meet my Sex God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Okayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Maaan, when he feels me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Aha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When he presses my boobs against his chest. Ahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Stop touching your boobs, your scaring the little kids! And you should stop the whole moaning thing in public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The best part is when he ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jay! You can stop now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jay: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When he puts his hands on my ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;JAAAAYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;What??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bss! Im not interested in your sexual.. err.. love life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You're just jealous. You have 1 BF, While I have 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Slut. Atleast I'm commited! And i actually love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;If by slut you mean living my life and rubbing my Vee against a guy's dick, then thanks! Cause i Enjoy-ayy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Whatev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So tell me, what did you and Azuz do in the car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Some ear nibbiling and neck sucking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yuupp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When I remember how Sa'ad sucks my neck i get hornyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You're &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt; horny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay:&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; I know, right? Weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nope. You're always horny. All the time. I bet your poor pussy is suffering. 2 BFs arent enough for you, I think you should start looking for the 3rd hun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I think 2 are enough. One is for the actual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Btw, I was JK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I7im! Ahh i knw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mhmm Suree!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Laters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pants.&lt;/span&gt; Xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108739629249496253-3852179757555265095?l=inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com/feeds/3852179757555265095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com/2009/06/jay-shaving-my-vee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108739629249496253/posts/default/3852179757555265095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108739629249496253/posts/default/3852179757555265095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com/2009/06/jay-shaving-my-vee.html' title='2- Jay: Shaving My Vee.'/><author><name>In The Name Of PANTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445796627556803737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63I2MFD2etI/SiLEHv4or4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/kDWrjCzTIaI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108739629249496253.post-4355573923165710035</id><published>2009-05-31T21:03:00.017+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:24:22.651+03:00</updated><title type='text'>1- Intro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 31 2009,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Dee and I, Jay decided to finally post something on our new blog. i7im i7im.&lt;br /&gt;We thought the best thing to write about is how our day went.&lt;br /&gt;It started like any other day, waking up to the snogging and moaning coming from my parent's room. Pigged out, watched American Dad, then called Dee up and told her I was coming over.&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got there, she had just gotten home from her dad's house. When we went inside, I noticed that she had her polo's collar up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yal Geeziya slash boya. Since when do you do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Chub, Shtabin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Intay kela t3aybin 3al awadim w now you're doing the same thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, atleast I have a reason !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oooooooooh! Min minuu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shayfatni! Min Azuz minu ghaira!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ahaaa. Ya3ni mu min Hamud, Abood, or M6LAG? HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yal kharaaaaaa! M6lag was a mistake! HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You can stop your malaqa now. Anyways, when?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Just now! He dropped me home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Inzain, yalla let's go, I promised Sa'ad i'd meet him bil nadi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sa'ad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yeah my 21 year old swimming coach! The really hot one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ohhhh! Inzain lemme just get my clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while Dee was getting her clothes, I decided to write this. And now I have to go scream at Rafeeg to make him sit bldaba so I could drive. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pants.&lt;/span&gt; Xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Ps: We're gunna be posting what happens with us as stories. Some of the things are true, some are made up. Tell us what you think.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9108739629249496253-4355573923165710035?l=inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com/feeds/4355573923165710035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com/2009/05/intro.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108739629249496253/posts/default/4355573923165710035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9108739629249496253/posts/default/4355573923165710035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthenameof-pants.blogspot.com/2009/05/intro.html' title='1- Intro.'/><author><name>In The Name Of PANTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445796627556803737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63I2MFD2etI/SiLEHv4or4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/kDWrjCzTIaI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
