worst thing your parents ever found in your room.

razorblunt

Someone in school had access to the internet so was selling porn print offs, bought a dozen and stored them in between my magazines thinking I'll get back to it later. They were subsequently found and included lolo Ferrari images and some shemale ones. Turned out some other lads in the class were in the same predicament, turns out yer man must have had a fetish for that stuff.

LizzieJones

Jogathon wrote: »

The little Baggie that comes with runners to keep them dry. They had the package open and the little beads on the kitchen table and were convinced I was on drugs.

Silica Gel.

nails1

My piss bottles

Katgurl

Nothing original-

Cigarettes, alcohol, boys, drugs

Ohhh a box of bullets once. I got in loads of trouble and nobody believed my story but my innocent explanation of "a guy on the street handed them to me and I carried them around in my jacket pocket then forget about them" was true, boringly enough.

sligojoek

5 plants. My parents were aided and abetted by the DS with a search warrant. I was 5 miles away at the time shagging a cops daughter.

A few years later a cop told me that they hadn't expected to find anything. The father of my then OH orchestrated the whole thing to scare me off her.

My old man was delighted they found the weed and fu*ked off. It stopped them from searching any further.

gammygils

A copy of ''DICK'' (UCG Rag Mag in the 80's) It was filthy!

Mother was shocked. She threw it into the range in disgust! Was expecting

the house to ''catch fire with blue flames flying out the chimney!'' Her words,

not mine! :pac:

And a 10 Major box with only 4 left. Also went into the range! What a waste!

kowloon

Mu Mother walked in on me when I had created a small fire in the hollowed out half of a coconut.

Leftyflip

Condoms, smokes, alcohol and bondage tape.
Kinda funny looking back on it.

FullblownRose

MS.ing wrote: »

lassie was it?

Maybe the dog was gasping for a smoke

LizzieJones

FullblownRose wrote: »

Maybe the dog was gasping for a smoke

I wouldn't be surprised. It was a French Poodle after all.

Spunge

We stole glassware from the chemistry lab at school and made some sick DIY bongs, then dad smashed them all. RIP

duchalla

A bag of weed and a used condom, I was kinda careless in my youth...

Daveysil15

duchalla wrote: »

A bag of weed and a used condom, I was kinda careless in my youth...

Getting high while having a posh ****. Nothing wrong with that.

nc19

Larry Murphy

duchalla

haha! 2 seperate occasions I'm afraid, the used comdom incident happened one morning after I woke to hear my mother getting up, cue mad panic trying to smuggle the girl out of the house, in the rush I left the the used comdom on the bedside locker! Walked yer wan home, came home to the mother with a face like thunder, told me to go to my room and get rid of that filthy thing...
The old man found the bag of weed, he never told my mother thank God, he kept the weed tho...

mojesius

My mam found a vibrator. I got it as a present from a male work friend. It was a big illuminous pink monstrosity of a vibrator named 'The Aries Ram'.

Still cringing 10 years later.

Daveysil15

nc19 wrote: »

Larry Murphy

Ahh now. And you're from Lucan? Ahh jasus.

duchalla wrote: »

haha! 2 seperate occasions I'm afraid, the used comdom incident happened one morning after I woke to hear my mother getting up, cue mad panic trying to smuggle the girl out of the house, in the rush I left the the used comdom on the bedside locker! Walked yer wan home, came home to the mother with a face like thunder, told me to go to my room and get rid of that filthy thing...
The old man found the bag of weed, he never told my mother thank God, he kept the weed tho...

She should be happy you were practising safe sex at least. There would have been a lot more thunder nine months later. :pac:

stoeger

After a night out I took a young one home and snuck her in the bedroom window trying to keep her quit she was a loud one my bedroom was right beside the kitchen . Anyway the mother came in to my room next morning with breakfast for two .

phill106

Shergar...

The ma made a lovely stew though!

stoeger

After a night out I took a young one home and snuck her in the bedroom window trying to keep her quit she was a loud one my bedroom was right beside the kitchen . Anyway the mother came in to my room next morning with breakfast for two .

stoeger

After a night out I took a young one home and snuck her in the bedroom window trying to keep her quit she was a loud one my bedroom was right beside the kitchen . Anyway the mother came in to my room next morning with breakfast for two .

Daveysil15

stoeger wrote: »

After a night out I took a young one home and snuck her in the bedroom window trying to keep her quit she was a loud one my bedroom was right beside the kitchen . Anyway the mother came in to my room next morning with breakfast for two .

And the morning after pill on a side plate.

Cork selfbuild

Princess Consuela Bananahammock wrote: »

Nothing compared to that the worst thing I ever found in my paretns room, I assure you :eek: but we are NOT going there.

Ah go on, go there....

freethearmy

a **** sock shoved down the side of the bed and you could play hurling with it ...it was that hard

Wickers26

Remember my ma bursting into my bedroom with a bag of weed in her hand, she threw it at me and goes, look what I'm after finding in your brothers room! Get rid of it will ya. Oh I got rid of it alright... Ha ha, that was a great day. My brother was pure raging. Serves him right for not hiding it properly, dope.

HugsiePie

Maggots........I had been trick or treating and had a can of coke left in the plastic bag, left it in a corner of my room and forgot about it for months.........the can had burst open within the platic bag without mu knowledge, and sure enough maggots evolved from it somehow........

J_E

freethearmy wrote: »

a **** sock shoved down the side of the bed and you could play hurling with it ...it was that hard

Think we've all had one of those moments where a parent has found it...

gg2

A cig butt - smoked it out the window in the middle of the night and left it in a water bottle because I didn't want to throw it into rhe garden. There was war over it.

I have a "special" drawer for lingerie, sex toys etc, the mammy rang a couple if weeks ago looking to know if I had a spare samsung charger, I told her to have a look in my room. Came home that evening to find the drawer wide open, as if to say "I know what you're up to, you hussy" :-L

creolebelle

Junk food. I wasn't allowed to eat it so I would hide it under my bed or in my dresser. I did get a nice population of ants in my room

meoklmrk91

My mother took it upon herself to clean my car one day when I was still in bed. She walked into the room with a pregnancy test box in her hand and goes "have you something to tell me", took me a second to comprehend with my big sleepy head, I told her it wasn't mine and turned back in. It wasn't mine either, a friend had left it there. Never another word said, I had a good little chuckle though and if I hadn't been so out of it then I probably would have played along and told her I was up the pole for the craic.

bodice ripper

Knuckle dusters and a switchblade.


They found things that were arguably more embarrassing, but those were the things they went mental about.

Son Of A Vidic

MS.ing wrote: »

472 naked ladies, with another 5 in the ensuite. yes it was a big room

With a big bicycle pump?

Kaiser D

Hm, nothing unusual sticks out, but I do remember one story that ind of relates. When I was 18 I had my current gf over for a night, of course I thought my parents would never hear us, the next morning as I walked her to the door, again being as stealthy as possible, I hear my mother shut from the kitchen "is she not staying for breakfast, your da has another plate out".
I walked into the kitchen (alone, my gf declined the kind offer of breakfast), with my head down, and my mam asks the same question, I mutter a "no" and eat quietly, dying inside. My folks were really cool about it all though, nicely enough.

Gremlinertia

A bottle of d25's (diazepam I think is how you spell it) I got off a local, slightly bonkers old lad. They were a great way to pass a long boring day out the sticks until I got busted.. I was not a clever kid.

creolebelle

Gremlinertia wrote: »

A bottle of d25's (diazepam I think is how you spell it) I got off a local, slightly bonkers old lad. They were a great way to pass a long boring day out the sticks until I got busted.. I was not a clever kid.

I don't understand how people get off on that. It always made me sick. I was prescribed it

JumpShivers

Probably a naggin of vodka or a box of smokes. Honestly, I didn't smoke nor drink at the time, and I was even 18 so my mam wouldn't have gone crazy...

She cleaned my room at the time and threw it all out.

Gremlinertia

creolebelle wrote: »

I don't understand how people get off on that. It always made me sick. I was prescribed it

I'd say that's the difference - using it on a recreational basis is much different to be medicated with it, was prescribed a lower dose for a while couple of years back.. Did not like at all.

I almost don't want to tell this one..

Being the oldest and most computer literate person in the house I had the computer and printer in my room. At the age of 16 my then girlfriend wanted a picture of my knob with her name written on it sent to her. So I took one with the digital camera and put it on the computer to send in an email. I deleted it from the camera and the computer and also deleted the sent email. Safe as houses I thought!

Well the next day my Dad wants to print something off so up he goes to my room to use the computer. He comes back down and I suspect nothing went wrong, he says nothing.

I go back upstairs after dinner to find an a4 print of my knob with my then girlfriends name written on it on top of my pillow. I start to sweat and remembered that when I had right clicked the image earlier, I had accidentally selected print but forgot to destroy the printed page... Then I started to start swear more thinking that not only had my Dad seen this picture, but he might not even realise it was mine, he might think I was printing off pictures of random knobs in my spare time.
So I gathered all the courage I had in my hormonal teenage body and went downstairs to try and explain myself.
My Dad is sitting down having dessert.

"That picture was for my girlfriend" I say.

"I'm having my dessert, don't put me off it" he says.

Last time it was every mentioned and I still cringe thinking about the mortification to this day.

Rory Gallagher

Sacramento wrote: »

I almost don't want to tell this one..

Being the oldest and most computer literate person in the house I had the computer and printer in my room. At the age of 16 my then girlfriend wanted a picture of my knob with her name written on it sent to her. So I took one with the digital camera and put it on the computer to send in an email. I deleted it from the camera and the computer and also deleted the sent email. Safe as houses I thought!

Well the next day my Dad wants to print something off so up he goes to my room to use the computer. He comes back down and I suspect nothing went wrong, he says nothing.

I go back upstairs after dinner to find an a4 print of my knob with my then girlfriends name written on it on top of my pillow. I start to sweat and remembered that when I had right clicked the image earlier, I had accidentally selected print but forgot to destroy the printed page... Then I started to start swear more thinking that not only had my Dad seen this picture, but he might not even realise it was mine, he might think I was printing off pictures of random knobs in my spare time.
So I gathered all the courage I had in my hormonal teenage body and went downstairs to try and explain myself.
My Dad is sitting down having dessert.

"That picture was for my girlfriend" I say.

"I'm having my dessert, don't put me off it" he says.

Last time it was every mentioned and I still cringe thinking about the mortification to this day.

Wow....
I would have died if that happened to myself.

Paulownia

Rory Gallagher wrote: »

Wow....
I would have died if that happened to myself.

I loved the story, I feel your embarrassment

Sparks43

Sacramento wrote: »

"I'm having my dessert, don't put me off it" he says.

Last time it was every mentioned and I still cringe thinking about the mortification to this day.

He wasn't having Spotted Dick for dessert by any chance?

Paulownia

Sparks43 wrote: »

He wasn't having Spotted Dick for dessert by any chance?

Was your knob hard or soft when you took the photo?

Rory Gallagher

Sacramento wrote: »

I almost don't want to tell this one..

Being the oldest and most computer literate person in the house I had the computer and printer in my room. At the age of 16 my then girlfriend wanted a picture of my knob with her name written on it sent to her. So I took one with the digital camera and put it on the computer to send in an email. I deleted it from the camera and the computer and also deleted the sent email. Safe as houses I thought!

Well the next day my Dad wants to print something off so up he goes to my room to use the computer. He comes back down and I suspect nothing went wrong, he says nothing.

I go back upstairs after dinner to find an a4 print of my knob with my then girlfriends name written on it on top of my pillow. I start to sweat and remembered that when I had right clicked the image earlier, I had accidentally selected print but forgot to destroy the printed page... Then I started to start swear more thinking that not only had my Dad seen this picture, but he might not even realise it was mine, he might think I was printing off pictures of random knobs in my spare time.
So I gathered all the courage I had in my hormonal teenage body and went downstairs to try and explain myself.
My Dad is sitting down having dessert.

"That picture was for my girlfriend" I say.

"I'm having my dessert, don't put me off it" he says.

Last time it was every mentioned and I still cringe thinking about the mortification to this day.

I wonder if it was worse having your Da finding that pic or posting that story on here only to be greeted with questions like

Originally Posted by Paulownia
Was your knob hard or soft when you took the photo?

Paulownia

Rory Gallagher wrote: »

I wonder if it was worse having your Da finding that pic or posting that story on here only to be greeted with questions like

Well whatever about your old man seeing a photo of your dick in repose it would be more embarrassing if it was erect!

Rory Gallagher

Paulownia wrote: »

Well whatever about your old man seeing a photo of your dick in repose it would be more embarrassing if it was erect!

Ah I was only having a laugh with ya, I don't think he considered that thought yet tho.

Sparks43

Paulownia wrote: »

Was your knob hard or soft when you took the photo?

Eh ?


http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spotted_dick

Rory Gallagher

Rory Gallagher wrote: »

Wow....
I would have died if that happened to myself.

I did a little. I was so embarrassed that I feel like I was a black hole of embarrassment that sucked in people near me and made them embarrassed too.

Paulownia wrote: »

Was your knob hard or soft when you took the photo?

Think about which would be worse. It was the worse one.

ronjo

when I was about 11 my Mum found a few syringes in my room and had a complete meltdown.
My mate had brought them to school and we were using them as water pistols.
She was going absolutely mental about heroin and drugs and what was I up to and I thought the world was ending too.
I had never seen her so crazy.

Then my sister who was probably 16 reads the side of the syringe "Leo red dry cow"
They were those big white syringes used on cows that you could no more use for heroin than a real water pistol.

Painfully recently we had a mother in the house we live in now and had at one point to send her upstrairs to obtain something from the bedroom. Simply told her "Top drawer in the bedroom on the left" or something to that effect.

She returned with the item and simply said "I take it you meant the second bedroom on the left then". No more was said on the matter ever again. But the expression that spread on the girlfriends faces a few seconds later told me that the same thought had occoured to them as just had to me - the top drawer in the wrong bedroom was chock full of a plethora of quite varied sex toys and items.

I admire her delivery of a dead pan to the point line - knowing that our minds would do the rest of the work for us.

Kevwoody

[Deleted User] wrote: »

Painfully recently we had a mother in the house we live in now and had at one point to send her upstrairs to obtain something from the bedroom. Simply told her "Top drawer in the bedroom on the left" or something to that effect.

She returned with the item and simply said "I take it you meant the second bedroom on the left then". No more was said on the matter ever again. But the expression that spread on the girlfriends faces a few seconds later told me that the same thought had occoured to them as just had to me - the top drawer in the wrong bedroom was chock full of a plethora of quite varied sex toys and items.

I admire her delivery of a dead pan to the point line - knowing that our minds would do the rest of the work for us.

It hurt my brain to read that