blh3d said:I believe dan would have been happy as a lark
If the answer he had given would have been shark
I stare at Ischiavo's post
and I think its the riddle that has me stumped most
I like the picture riddles (rebus).
They sometimes make me want to cuss.
I think they're fun.
I hope I'm not the only one.
Here's one to enjoy.
Hope it won't annoy.
Dan said:This thread and my heart are getting old at the same pace
Time for a riddle that makes both these two race
So put your mind to it, you just got to do it.
Here’s a riddle for you to ponder, let are mind and heart get stronger
This next one is not one of my own but an original from Pappy
At one point this thread made my heart get all sappy.
Molly was a brewer's wife, as faithful as the sun,
Brewer Bob, an abusive man, was Molly's mean husband.
Brewer Bob used black clay jugs to measure his brewing water,
and Bob demanded precision during mash and boil and lauter.
One day Bob sent poor Molly to the well across the moor,
"Lower down these jugs, my wife, and bring back exactly four."
Four gallons seemed a simple task, and Molly left with glee,
until she saw the jugs she took held exactly five and three.
5 gallons rich holds one jug, the other 3 gallons poor,
How will Molly return to Bob with exactly four?
Fill the five gallon jug then dump it into the three gallon jug you will have two gallons left in the five gallon jug do this twice and you will have exactly four gallons
If it were I trying to settle the score I would first fill the jug of three
Dump it in the jug of five and then do it once more.
This would leave a single gallon left in the jug of three.
Put that in the emptied jug of five and there you almost will be.
Once more with the jug of three into the jug of five and finally at four gallons you will gave arrived
Four men sat down to play,
They played all night 'till break of day.
They played for gold and not for fun With separate scores for everyone. When they came to square accounts, They all had made quite fair amounts.
Can you the paradox explain, If no one lost, how could all gain?
blh3d said:Four men sat down to play,
They played all night 'till break of day.
They played for gold and not for fun With separate scores for everyone. When they came to square accounts, They all had made quite fair amounts.
Can you the paradox explain, If no one lost, how could all gain?
Billy-Klubb
Your were the 11 hundreth poster
Do you know what that means for sure?
Time for you to post a riddle
Some of us, Emjay excluded
Will pull out a fiddle, we're old schooled.
Cathedral said:I don't know about putting on a "god" show
that might involve powers I don't know
(I sure hope you had a typo)
I also don't know if this riddle has been said
somewhere in 111 pages of this thread
110 of which I haven't read.
Also it doesn't rhyme.
I am a single word, what am I?
I contain the pronoun of every guy
I contain the pronoun of every girl
I have the masculine of someone to look up to
I have the name of a potent drug
But my final form is that of a woman who is a cut above
I am a single word, what am I?
was I supposed to answer the last one posted first?
If so, chide me, I'm prepared for the worst.
Billy, is it 25 chairs? Used by many,cherished by few. All I can fathom, though I doubt it'll do.
Howdy one and all!
Looks like you're having a ball.
Do you mind if I join in,
and give this riddle thing a spin?
I can't pretent that I am profound,
but can vouch my belly is round!
So without further ado,
here is the riddle I promised you:
I spit like bacon, am made with an egg,
I have plenty of backbone but lack good legs,
I peel like an onion but still remain whole,
I'm long like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole
What am I?
I like your riddle
and the man with the fat middle
on a rainy day I'd guess he has an umbrella
that is used to push the button for this fella?
I seem to remember a puzzle like this with a short fella
so if I'm wrong what can I tell ya?
That one was easy,
make no mistake,
you, sire, are a slippery, slithery,
slimy little snake.
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