"I went to piss on Dad's grave, and these damn hillbillies clonked me on the head, put me in a gimp suit, and locked me in the basement of the brewery. And I think they stole my Christmas tree. Anyway, I just didn't feel like doing it all again."

--Me, at work. I normally try to keep myself out of it, but I feel this counts as an in-passing, because several coworkers did overhear me and give me the hairy eyeball trying to figure out what I was talking about.