Wednesday, January 14, 2009

laughter the best medicine

sit back and chill...

Q: 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?
A: A shoe.

Q: What can run but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps?
A: A river.

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

Q: What goes around the world but stays in a corner?
A: A Stamp.

Q: I’m light as a feather, yet the strongest man can’t hold me for much more than a minute. What am I?
A: Breath.

Q: What gets wetter and wetter the more it dries?
A: A towel.

Q: 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?
A: Smoke.

Q: I’m where yesterday follows today, and tomorrow’s in the middle. What am I?
A: A dictionary.

Q: 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?
A: A shadow.

:edited from~funnyandjokesdotcom~