I had to laugh when I went round to visit my best mate years ago.
He lived in a little terraced house with his girlfriend, and they had a bit of a 'tumultuous' relationship.

Anyway, I turned into the street, and noticed that all the parked cars seemed to be decorated with washing and other bits and pieces.

Turns out she'd caught him kissing another girl the previous night and had stormed off home and chucked all of his precious high fashion clothes and other stuff out of the bedroom window. He got in later and hadn't woken up and noticed anything yet.