Okay, Riddle time. I'm gonna Write down a lot of random riddles, and other people guess them. Or vice versa (you write down a lot of random riddles, and everyone else tries to solve them).

Which came first, the chicken or the egg?

What gets wetter and wetter the more it dries?

What goes around the world but stays in a corner?

The man who invented it doesn't want it. The man who bought it doesn't need it. The man who needs it doesn't know it. What is it?

No sooner spoken than broken. What is it?

A certain crime is punishable if attempted but not punishable if committed. What is it?

You used a knife to slice my head and wept beside me when I was dead. What was I?

I'm the part of the bird that's not in the sky. I can swim in the ocean and yet remain dry. What am I?

I never was, am always to be,
No one ever saw me, nor ever will,
And yet I am the confidence of all
To live and breathe on this terrestrial ball.
What am I?

I am the black child of a white father, a wingless bird, flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me, even though there is no cause for grief, and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air. What am I?

Pronounced as one letter,
And written with three,
Two letters there are,
And two only in me.
I'm double, I'm single,
I'm black, blue, and gray,
I'm read from both ends,
And the same either way.
What am I?

From the beginning of eternity
To the end of time and space
To the beginning of every end
And the end of every place.
What am I?

I am all about
But cannot be seen
I have no body, no ears, nor mouth,
But I can and cannot be heard

If you break me,
I do not stop working.
If you touch me,
I may be snared.
If you lose me,
Nothing will matter.
What am I?

What does man love more than life?
Fear more than death or mortal strife?
What do the poor have, what the rich require,
And what contented men desire?
What does the miser spend, the spendthrift save,
And all men carry to their graves?

And I do believe that's enough..... FOR TODAY.

Just one last thing:

Why is it that common sense is not particularly common? Perhaps it should have a different name?

If a tree falls in the forest, and there is nobody there to hear it, does it make a sound?

I frequently lose arguments with myself. Why does everyone else think this is weird?

hahaha. This was said by mplantinga, like, 2 years ago. Still funny.

Here are the ones I can figure out:


A circle has no beginning.


A towel.


A coffin.


Silence.


Suicide.


Tomorrow.


Eye.


The letter 'E'.


Nothing.


Here's two from me:

I can start out small
I need air to survive
I grow as time passes
But I am not alive.
What am I?

I have a mouth without teeth
I have a bed though I don't sleep
I have a bank but no money
I never walk but I'm always running.
What am I?

A river.

I'll leave the second one to someone else.

A fire?

Correct.


You are correct.

Okay, here's a few more:

How can you place ten horses in the following blanks without adding any blanks or lines:

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You throw away the outside and cook the inside. Then you eat the outside and throw away the inside. What did you eat?

What can you catch but not throw?

I have holes in my top and bottom, my left and right, and in the middle. But I still hold water. What am I?

I run over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night I sit not alone. My tongue hangs out, up and to the rear, awaiting to be filled in the morning. What am I?

I am mother and father, but never give birth or nurse. I'm rarely still, but I never wander. What am I?

I went into the woods and got it. I sat down to seek it. I brought it home with me because I couldn't find it. What is it?

I am weightless, but you can see me. Put me in a bucket, and I'll make it lighter. What am I?

In a marble hall white as milk
Lined with skin as soft as silk
Within a fountain crystal-clear
A golden apple doth appear.
No doors there are to this stronghold,
Yet thieves break in to steal its gold.
What is it?

A Cold.


A shoe.


A beehive?

In a marble hall white as milk
Lined with skin as soft as silk
Within a fountain crystal-clear
A golden apple doth appear.
No doors there are to this stronghold,
Yet thieves break in to steal its gold.
What is it?

A beehive?

An egg.

I am the black child of a white father, a wingless bird, flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me, even though there is no cause for grief, and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air. What am I?

Smoke.

You throw away the outside and cook the inside. Then you eat the outside and throw away the inside. What did you eat?

A thing - ear - of corn.

The egg came first, because the chicken mutated from a different bird (yay Biology!)

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a sponge

a cold



a hole