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I am the kind of food monkey likes and people slip on me and fall in cartoons.
You get embarrassed when you stand on me when everybody is watching. Women don't like to talk about the number they see on me. Everyone stands on me when nobody is around
I am in the past, never in the future. I don't exist, but have existed. I saw what you saw, and this is what I will ever see. What am I?
Everyone has me and no one can lose me. What am I?
What gets broken without being held?
What do you call a male renaissance artist with a bowl of jelly?