Decorate the bedroom, fnarr!
When I first got teh Interweb and "satisfied my curiosity", I always had a vision of my Mum pursing her lips.

Not at the athletics itself, but at the fact that various fluids were copiously hosed over the soft furnishings. I can just hear her now:

"Not on a suede sofa, you'll never get the marks out!"

Or possibly:

"God, the mucky sods, I don't envy the chambermaid."
(all my scars face forward possesses 2.5% of a hyperalloy combat chassis, Tue 24 Feb 2009, 14:08, Reply)