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A teenager of teebage acquaintance kept decomposing frogs in tupperware containers under his bed and a logbook detailing where and when he had found them. Jump to Mums have no idea of the horrors inside teenage boys' tamil actress escorts Mumsnet discussion forums are filling up with stories of terrible things found in teenage boys' bedrooms. His mother was disgusted but where was the praise for putting the lid back on? Where do you think teenage boys keep their stash?
And then there are the dangerous weapons. Did I mention drugs?
Typically, these will be flick knives smuggled back into the country after a school trip to France and kitchen knives under rooms pillow for the more timorous teenagers fearful of break-ins and probable kidnap. Not only that, they had all been marked out of ten and given a date appended by a brief description "4th June.
Try again. Let me reassure the Mumsnet community that if that is all they have to complain about when it comes to teenage boys, then they have got away pretty lightly. Most men reading this are fully aware of what must have happened.
Similarly, a schoolfriend used to keep his used condoms in an old Scalextric box and would occasionally display the contents for first time visitors to his room in a bravura display of his dedication to the pursuit of onanism - rather than the of sexual conquests he was erroneously claiming. My brother-in-law, sitting downstairs reading the paper at the time, described it as one of the most terrifying experiences of his life — and he used to be a bodyguard in Amsterdam.
Older than most mums, she had already helped bring up her three younger brothers after her father had been incapacitated during the war.
This is all typical behaviour and reflects the OCD strain in most males and also the compulsive urge to collect things, anything. This is not a thoughtless boy.
Have a wild guess. No big deal. There was no need.
A female friend of a friend was staying overnight in a bedroom belonging to a giys alone, I hasten to add and woke up to find a procession of crusty bogies, about 12 in total, arranged in a line at eye level. It would take a full three-day shake down with dogs from the drugs unit to reveal the contraband even the most normal teenage boy might have secreted around his room.