Crop Circles In The Carpet

I wonder if it’s possible to explain why I came home at 2 am with a man’s silky boxers in my front seat without mentioning that we drove up on a crime scene and had to stay there for 45 minutes while they moved the body, went nearly skinny dipping in a sketchy public fountain, got pulled over for speeding (6 over!) hours later? And all but the last event happened with 4 people in my backseat. Jeesh.