"On a dark and stormy day, on my way to the IRS, my steel plate fell into a drainage ditch. I tried to reach it, but it started pouring rain, and sadly, it washed away. Maybe one day, with advances in hypno-therapy and memory reconstruction, the 12 words will come back to me. I will be sure to let you know when that happens. Oh this? That's a one-way ticket to El Salvador. Heard the weather is nice down there."