Phone it in Friday: Imaginary Friends

So. Imaginary friends. Man, the Collective's touched in the head, huh? Collective HQ has been a little crowded this week, what with us in our offices, and also a dead poet, a nondescript little KiKi, an absolute aisle-full of cereal box characters, and a dinosaur who had his own spaceship (duh) running around and acting a fool. These (imaginary) guys have to go home today so we can clean. But for now--while these freeloaders mooch one last meal off of us--it's your turn to be nuts. Tell us about your childhood (or adulthood) imaginary friend(s) in the comments, or on your own blog. And then we'll all be delusional together.