Answer:
A piece of paper that takes most people 3 or 4 years to get.
I run around the streets all day. Under the bed or by the door I sit at night, never alone. My tongue hangs out, waiting to be fed during the day. What am I?
I am a house with two occupants sometimes one rarely three. Break the walls eat the boarders then throw away me.
What force and strength cannot get through I with my unique teeth can do.
Angels and pilots work with me.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?