Black, Red, White
What’s black when you get it, red when you use it, and white when you’re all through with it?
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What’s black when you get it, red when you use it, and white when you’re all through with it?
Every night I’m told what to do,
and each morning I do what I’m told.
But I still don’t escape your scold.
What am I?
If you throw me from the window,
I will leave a grieving wife.
Bring me back but in the door,
And you’ll see someone giving life.
What am I?
What occurs once in every minute, twice in every moment, but never in a thousand years?
When you need me,
You throw me away.
But when you are done with me,
You bring me back.
What am I?
I turn my head, and you may go where you want.
I turn it again, and you’ll stay till you rot.
I have no face, but I live or die.
By my crooked teeth,
Who am I?
The following is a riddle. Do not solve the riddle. Instead, explain the title.
My top is tilted to the light,
A trumpet, almost, in its form.
You court a woman? There I am.
I please, palliate, perfume and mourn.
Your grief I lament. Slay me and
I will you last amen adorn.
What gets wetter as it dries?
The key to this riddle is only for you
Below are instructions, above this the clue
First strike the one near the head of a year
Then remove he who begins a cheer
Next take away the end of a tunnel
Then let us go to solve this puzzle
What you first took you must now take again
With three you are left, but fret not dear friend
Fattest to front and thinnest to rear
Add in two “eyes” and all becomes clear
Remark: The instructions in this riddle are quite literal.
One early morning, a group of friends meets in their favorite café.
Ash, the biggest in the group, remarked :
“Must have been millions of years since we were all together, uh?”
Affie, who was wearing her brand new elephant pants, nodded. Anthony kept on complaining about the weather back home.
“Yeah, I am glad to be here with you, it is so cold at my place!”
Eugenie, who was saddened by the loss of a friend, was looking at Samuel and Namur, who were arguing about the possible future election of Donald Trump.
“These two are really inseparable”, she said to herself.
Octavia, the smallest among her friends, stood and spoke :
“Guys, I have a surprise for you! We’re going to the opera tonight!”
The waiter, waiting for the orders, wondered why these customers reminded him of something. But all of a sudden, he said:
“Ladies and gentlemen, may I suggest some sliced bread with butter, slices of cheese and ham? We also have croissants and other pastries. And for drinking, is coffee fine? We also have tea, of course, and orange and apple juice for you.”
Which is this group of friends, and what came to the waiter’s mind?
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