My friend's first wife was a real cleanliness, super-religious, control freak: super clean, white carpets, bossy church lady type. She used to ride his ass daily.
One day he decided he had enough. She was giving him a raft of shit about buying the wrong lunchmeat or something equally inane, and he lost it....
He looked at her, smiled, and hocked the biggest luggy you can imagine, slowly turned his head, and dribbled the luggy on her white carpet. Then, he just smiled. She freaked!!
Her cleaning mania took over and she scrubbed the carpet.
Everytime afterwards, when he had enough, he'd just start hocking up a luggy and she would shut up.
They divorced shortly thereafter and he is now happily married to his second wife.
