To play the game, you need another person who you want to make fun of and/or annoy. For me that person was Dave.
Me: I have amnesia. Who are you?
Dave: It's me, babe. I'm the love of your life.
Me: You? Come on.
Me: You must be my crazy neighbor or something.
Dave: No, really. We're in love.
Me: No, really. We're not.
Dave: I don't like this game.
I played this game with him several times this weekend and cracked myself up in the process. "I have amnesia," I would declare at any given moment. Then, "Ha! Ha! Ha!" I would start laughing before I even got to the second line. (The second line being, "Babe, you have to say that you are the love of my life after I ask, 'who are you?'").
Oh, and here's another game. The game of "27," I guess you could call it. I played this one on the train this morning with the Skeeze whilst trying to decide if I should move to Chicago. This decision will never be made, by the way. Here's 27:
Me: "On the one hand, I'm already 27. I should probably think about settling down with someone and popping out some kids."
Me: "On the other hand, I'm only 27. There's no need to pick up my life and settle down just yet."
When I offer this kind of logic and anti-logic to Dave, he says, "You act like Chicago is some ho-dunk town; like I'm asking you to move to Ohio or something." Compared to NYC, though, everywhere is a ho-dunk town.