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Did you know that if you live within 5 miles of a cemetary you can't be buried there? Why?
I move without wings, between silken strings, I leave as you find, my substance behind. What am I?
You are on a ship, over the side hangs a rope ladder with half meter rungs. The tide rises a half meter per hour. At the end of five hours, how much of the ladder will remain above the water assuming that nine rungs were above the water when the tide began to rise?
What always goes to bed with his shoes on?
What can burn the eyes, sting the mouth, yet be consumed?
What gets bigger the more you take away from it?
I float on the water back to front am the same come to think of it so is my name?
I reside in a container or can, You can see and feel me, But I do not affect the capacity of the can in any way. I am weightless, colorless, and odorless. What am I?
Jack and Joe were on vacation and driving along a deserted country road from the town of Kaysville to the town of Lynnsville. They came to a multiple fork in the road. The sign post had been knocked down and they were faced with choosing one of five different directions. Since they had left their map at the last gas station and there was no one around to ask, how could Jack and Joe find their way to Lynnsville?
Bouncing Bob was riding a particularly frisky horse when suddenly its bridle came off. As they raced down the road, a screaming Bob clung to the horse's ears for dear life. Out of the corner of his eye, Bob saw a car coming, and realizing the horse was completely out of control, he panicked. Flailing his arms about, he accidently caused the horse to come to an abrupt halt. What could Bouncing Bob have done to make the horse stop?
My first is in chocolate but not in ham, my second's in cake and also in jam, my third at tea-time is easily found, my whole is a friend who's often around. What am I?
White bird, featherless, flyin' out o' paradise, flyin' over sea and land, dyin' in my hand. What is it?
I dig out tiny caves, and store gold and silver in them. I also build bridges of silver and make crowns of gold. They are the smallest you could imagine. Sooner or later everybody needs my help, yet many people are afraid to let me help them. Who am I?
Gertrude Mills was horrified to find a fly in her tea. The waiter took her cup and went into the kitchen and returned with a fresh cup of tea. She shouted, 'You brought me the same tea!' How did she know?
He's a boastful, puffed-up fellow, wearing spurs; eyes gleaming yellow. As he proudly struts about, he's in charge, there is no doubt. What is he?