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Tall in the morning, short at noon, gone at night. But I'll be back soon.
Three little letters, a paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
I saw a strange creature. Long, hard, and straight, thrusting into a round, dark opening. Preparing to discharge its load of lives. Puffing and squealing noises accompanied it, then a final screech as it slowed and stopped.
If you throw a bottle of wine, a carton of juice and a can of soda at someoneβs head, which one will hurt the least?
What has two legs but doesn't walk?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?