Oh yeah. Imagination.
Finding half of a roach in your food.
Son: Well you know how it is. Things are always marked down after Christmas!
I always like to look surprised and whisper "you can see her too ".
A Homerphobe! LOL! Just made that up!
You aren't naked in my bed.
The man on the moon? Santa Claus? Or an honest Lawyer? Yes you got it Santa. The other two are figments of the imagination.
Get off me Daddy, you're crushing my cigarettes.
Leave the dungeon door unlocked.