Your car looks eerily similar to one of those art projects as a kid where you had to glue macaroni to construction paper.
I’m going to assume that you two had a sleepover and someone needed to borrow clothes. I’m praying to sweet baby Jesus that’s the case.
I wish I could say ‘Beetlejuice’ 3 times and your pants would magically appear.
The only thing missing is a little wiener.