Answer:
I have long legs crooked thighs little head and no eyes.
So simple, that I can only point. Yet I guide men all over the world.
A dagger thrust at my own heart dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand and right I yield to the twisting of the blade. What am I?
I smell like blue paint pours like green paint and I look like a red truck.
I am a beverage named after a stick.
What did the grape do when he got stepped on?