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this is my imaginary friend. It tells me to buy shoes and clothes and makeup and wine and cigarettes even when I have no money...

At least, I think it's my friend.

At least, I think it's my friend.
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( , Sun 14 Apr 2002, 18:09, archived)

Now you've replied, I have to logout and Dr. Phil has to login and that is no easy feat at the moment. Damn.
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Sun 14 Apr 2002, 18:42,
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hahahaha
</hollow laughter>
I wish. Can barely afford this one. Loggin' out now...
( ,
Sun 14 Apr 2002, 18:46,
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</hollow laughter>
I wish. Can barely afford this one. Loggin' out now...

in the name of holy fucksocks is going on with this board's scripts? Aaaaaargh.
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Sun 14 Apr 2002, 18:52,
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for a while now.
I mean, sometimes he tells me to stab the other people on Oxford street, and sometimes he tells me to scream "come OOOOOON, you fucking pensioner!" in the ears of the slooow OAPs on the tube, and things like that... I think maybe he's not my friend after all...
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Sun 14 Apr 2002, 18:50,
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I mean, sometimes he tells me to stab the other people on Oxford street, and sometimes he tells me to scream "come OOOOOON, you fucking pensioner!" in the ears of the slooow OAPs on the tube, and things like that... I think maybe he's not my friend after all...