Clicks and Giggles: Riddle Me This

[irishda]

A similar riddle: what can go up a chimney down, but can't go down a chimney up?

Umbrella.

 

[irishda]

White horses up on a red hill. First they stamp and clatter, now they stand still. What are they?

 

[The Thinker]

White horses up on a red hill. First they stamp and clatter, now they stand still. What are they?

Teeth.

 

[irishda]

Teeth.

Proceed, sir

 

[supersheep13]

what 'bout my riddle?
Wasn't it my turn?

 

[supersheep13]

anyway, my riddle:
With pointed fangs it sits in wait,
With piercing force it doles out fate,
Over bloodless victims proclaiming its might,
Eternally joining in a single bite.
What am I?

 

[The Thinker]

anyway, my riddle:
With pointed fangs it sits in wait,
With piercing force it doles out fate,
Over bloodless victims proclaiming its might,
Eternally joining in a single bite.
What am I?

I retroactively invite you to post a riddle.

Speaking of: is it a stapler?

 

[supersheep13]

anyway, my riddle:
With pointed fangs it sits in wait,
With piercing force it doles out fate,
Over bloodless victims proclaiming its might,
Eternally joining in a single bite.
What am I?

I retroactively invite you to post a riddle.

Speaking of: is it a stapler?

CORRECT!

 

[The Thinker]

Sorry for abandoning you internet! Here's a riddle, hastily cobbled together in poor taste, just for you, to make up for it:

What happens (or is said to happen) if you fold a thousand paper cranes?

 

[The Thinker]

No? It's okay, I can make a new one. Just ask.

 

[supersheep13]

Sorry for abandoning you internet! Here's a riddle, hastily cobbled together in poor taste, just for you, to make up for it:

What happens (or is said to happen) if you fold a thousand paper cranes?

You get a really sore hand? =D

 

[The Thinker]

Sorry for abandoning you internet! Here's a riddle, hastily cobbled together in poor taste, just for you, to make up for it:

What happens (or is said to happen) if you fold a thousand paper cranes?

You get a really sore hand? =D

That... is an answer. Sure. Riddle us with riddles, good sir.

(The actual answer was "You die of cancer")

 

[The Thinker]

Nevermind! I'm going to post another!

When is a car not a car?

 

[MammothBlade]

Hmmm....

When it's a jar.

 

[The Thinker]

Hmmm....

When it's a jar.

Smoke, but no cig- nope, no smoke either. However, you are on the smoking car of the train, if you catch my drift.

 

[The Thinker]

Hmm... the answer is also not "when it's a double post".

 

[MammothBlade]

When it turns into a garage.

 

[The Thinker]

When it turns into a garage.

A polite clap for you, good sir and/or madam. You got it.

 

[MammothBlade]

Excellent.


I bite yet I have no jaws; I fall yet I have no legs; I rest on the ground, until I am gone. What am I?