an open ended barreli it is shaped like a hive it is filled with the flesh and the flesh is alive.
AnonymousA thimble.
I should say this riddle was stitchery doubled, wouldn’t you? ;)
Anonymous
I eat (but never hunger), Grow (but never get taller). I excel at hostile takeovers (but am no businessman), Sometimes leave (but often come back), am perfectly natural (but am only killed by unnatural means) What am I? Perhaps a virus or pathogen of some kind?
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""I eat (but never hunger)..." It's wrong, but I'm going to guess it anyway. A virus
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[[OOC: All answers posted tonight will be in cryptogram form. Bewaaaare!]]
They can’t all be winners…
A rich, eccentric man approaches a striking young woman in a bar. She sees him approach and looks at him and smiles. When their eyes meet, the man notices that the young woman has heterochromia iridum, meaning that one eye is one color, and the other is another. Her left eye is the color of an emerald, her right the color of a topaz. This distinctive feature only increases he fellow’s attraction to the young lady, as he quite enjoys unusual things.
The man takes a seat at the bar to the left of the young lady and orders a drink. He then turns to her and clears his throat, pick-up line already prepared.
“Are you the gambling type?” he asks.
Coyly, she smiles. “Depends on what the wager is.”
“I’ll buy you a drink if I can guess your sign,” he says, “and that even if I’m wrong, you’ll be so charmed you’ll let me buy you a drink anyway.”
Having nothing to lose, the woman agrees to the wager.
The man leans in and whispers, “You’re a…” and then takes his shot at guessing.
The woman blushes prettily, but shakes her head. “You guessed wrong.”
“I figured I would,” he says solemnly. “You’re obviously worth far more than that.”
And as predicted, she is so charmed that she allows him to buy her another drink.
What did he guess?
I eat
(but never hunger)
Grow
(but never get taller)
I excel at hostile takeovers
(but am no businessman)
Sometimes leave
(but often come back)
am perfectly natural
(but am only killed by unnatural means)
What am I?
I often fall but never stumble,
Am sometimes broken but am never repaired,
The literate say I have a heart but no head,
And you might meet me when you’re dead.
What am I?
Four words. First word, one letter. Second word, four letters. Third word, two letters. Fourth word, four letters.
Clue: An impressive work of sculpture.
What headline was used this morning to describe a bafflingly brilliant crime committed of one of my peers?
Well Well... If it isn't our darling sir Edward. *giggle*
AnonymousFive separate clues will my answer take:
Your ocular organ.
After midnight, before midday.
A mermaid’s mile.
The first of the song of letters.
On the rim, I’m grim.
Two words. First word, eight letters. Second word, four letters.
Clue: A monthly pin-up.
Who will I be spending this evening with?
Decipher it.
Beauty! Or rather, exquisite darling! Oh, unbelievable temptress of flora; my youthful, madly intelligent, nimble dryad. Angel stained Kryptonite, Madonna emerald, sprite or Mother Earth? Thy heart is noble glory, abounding, never dire. Infinitely wise in life, love and nature, she wanders, ever radiant.
