That's the logical way of thinking, but logic is for idiots. Also, I also did this, except for an Irish class. I felt really lonely. Come to think of it, I STILL DOOOOOOO! *cries uncontrollably*

And imaginary friends don't "borrow" your wife. Usually. How come I dream up imaginary friends who are total bastards and are much hotter than me?

At least if they forget to give her back, you won't have to listen to her moaning and your friend's voice in your head whispering, "Score!"

Or his imaginary dick. Sorry, perdix, I had to.

Man, my imaginary friends go out partying and tell me the wrong place to go. It's always on the wrong side of town. By the time I catch up with them, they're shit-faced drunk and since I am the only one with real money, I have to pick up the tab. It's amazing how imaginary people can drink so much real ******* beer! And then when I finally pack their drunk asses in my head and am driving home, they start throwing up in there! And guess who has to clean it up? Damn, I have dreamed up some shitty imaginary friends, haven't I? I might see about getting a real one.

You want me to hire an imaginary sniper to take care of them for you? :] I hope you don't get attacked by drug-addicts, pimps, and prostitutes when you end up on the wrong side of town. Man, your friends would need their imaginary butts kicked for sending you there.

Thanks, Witchy, but you've got it backwards. They go to the bars with the druggies, pimps and hos and sent me to the tight-ass wine bars and tell me to wear my jacket with leather elbow patches and my dickey. Do you know what happens to a guy who comes to rescue imaginary friends from a sleazy bar wearing a dickey? Now that I have helped you with target aquisition send the sniper. I'll pay extra for everyone sporting a purloined dickey that he or she whacks. I want my dickeys back!

I could probably hire a hooker to whack those dickeys, as they've got nothing to lose. What a happy ending! I hope the druggies didn't hurt you too much when they busted those tequila bottles over your head for having leather elbow-patches. I heard the shattering of glass and the thud from all the way across the Atlantic, but alas, I could not do anything about it. At least you can defeat the druggies, pimps, and hos by claiming to be a wine connoisseur and listing off the best and most expensive wines ever created. It might make their head explode. Killed by their very own weapon!

Nooo! Do not resuscitate, I repeat, DO NOT RESUSCITATE! *gasps* *dies*

Witchy! I cannot let you perish because of my stupid imaginary friends, so I can't honor your DNR request. I'm going to try CPR and mouth-to-mouth. What are the steps? First, loosen restrictive clothing. I'll get mine first, then yours. . .

Good, I was hoping you would save me! Oh, by the way, my bra unhooks in the front.

Damn, I was messing around in back when one of my imaginary friends beat me to it! Even though he is imaginary, I can't sneak a peek 'cause he's in my way. I'm going to have to unimagine that son-of-a-bitch. . .

hahaha i had to write a story for spanish and wrote about a paramedic hitting on a patient. I asked my paramedic boyfriend what he would do to save me, and he said he'd rip off my shirt and bra. teehee! OP, when writing about anything in another language that you are learning, teachers and examiners don't actually care whether or not what you're saying is actually true. a lot of the time it's much easier to make stuff up with the vocab that you do know, rather than struggle to use words that your don't really know but tell the truth.

Sorry, but at least I gave him a good slap across the face! Now he has a red handprint on his imaginary cheek. :]