Signs You May Have Too Many Teenage Boys In Your Living Room

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My sons often have their friends over to our house, which is fine with me (easier to keep an eye on them that way!). However, once in a while, things get a little out of hand. Here are some signs that will let you know when it is time to send them packing and lock the door behind them as they leave.

Someone asks if you've seen Harry.

Upon further investigation, you realize that Harry is someone's pet snake who is now missing.

Every 30 seconds, someone says the word, "Dude."

Every 45 seconds, someone says the word , "Sweet."

Your couch has taken on a peculiar odor.

"Locker Room Essence" or perhaps "Eau De Sweat Sock" come to mind.

The pizza delivery guy is at the door for the third time in the last hour.

You are out of hot dogs.

And you just bought four packs of them at the grocery that very day.

A belch war has broken out,

compliments of Mountain Dew (Code Red, of course).

The dog is hiding in the basement.

There are 4 cars in the driveway and 15 bicycles by the front door.

None of which belong to you or your family.

The electric bass amp, the stereo, the TV, and the video game system volumes are all on full blast.

(they go to 11)

It is physically impossible to walk from one end of the room to the other

without tripping over a sprawled teenage leg.

There is so much popcorn sailing through the air that it reminds you of the Blizzard of '78.

Every available spot to set down a can of Mountain Dew (Code Red, of course) has been taken,

and two cans have been knocked over and spilled on the carpet. No one is making an attempt to clean up the mess.

A cell phone goes off every 90 seconds.

A different ringtone plays each time.

There is a great deal of heated debate about videogames and videogame systems.

Best cheat codes, newest released games, who has the highest score, and so forth.

A riot nearly breaks out between the half of the room that favors the Indians and the half that favors "Those Stinking Tigers."

This is during baseball season, of course. During football season, you can substitute the Buckeyes and the Wolverines (or teams of your choice in the area where you live).

A jousting match begins.

Weapons of choice being the fireplace poker and a tall, pointy pole lamp.

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The popular fart contest.

Butt prints embedded in your drywall.

The neighborhood kid duct taped to a tree.

A huge pile of nasty looking atheletic shoes by the door.

If one of your son's friends happens to be the coolest, best looking guy in HS; all of your daughter's middle school friends will be there too.

Pamposted 357 days ago

Dude, Sweet list! I think the cell phone thing applies to teenage girls too.

lilybeeposted 356 days ago

Cell phone differences between guys and girls:
Guys actually talk on them; girls just text, and text, and text, ad infinitum...

Pamposted 356 days ago

This is a riot!! It must drive you loco at times!!

Number 2 and 3 on this list are entire conversation's with today's kids!! "Dude!"..."sweet". "sweet dude!" . "Dude"

And the cell phone thing would get on the nerves quick.

Good list.

RAANTposted 356 days ago

Pam you are so right about those shoes! And teenage boys seem to have such huge feet and huge shoes to go with them. They are sort of like puppies with big feet that they have to grow into them.

Raant, yeah it gets a bit crazy around here sometimes, and I start craving peace and quiet. But I try to keep in mind that in a year my older son will be off to college, and then I will be missing having him and his friends hanging around. The neighborhood kids all call me Mom, and they know they are welcome here. When my sons are here with their friends at least I know where they are, what they are doing, and who they are with. There are worse things these kids could be doing than drinking pop, eating pizza, and playing video games here at my house though, and I learn a lot from them.

gratefuldaisyposted 356 days ago

I miss those times when my son and his friends all hung around in front of the TV with the controllers in their hands, yelling and shooting; while the Hubband did up his home-made pizza for them - each kid topping his own half of a pizza with whatever he wanted.

Girls: curl up under blankets on the couches, watch movies or stupid MTV shows, text, peruse the refrigerator and cupboards (boys just ask you to bring it to them), text some more, talk about what to do next, then all decide to go to the mall, then come back and watch more movies curled under blankies. Some times they will bring you back your favorite chocolate or a smoothie.