Popular Riddle Questions

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Paul's height is six feet, he's an assistant at a butcher's shop, and wears size 9 shoes. What does he weigh?

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I don't have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now I'm white and empty. What am I?

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A man lives on the top floor of a hotel. When hes out with a friend or out on a rainy day, he comes back, goes to the elevator, and goes to the top floor. When he goes out alone or on a sunny day, he goes half way up and walks the rest off the way up. Why?

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I am a bar that is not set high or low, but laterally. I add continuity to meaning by saying nothing. Struck the most and thought of the least. Ubiquitous and unique but surrounded by alternatives.

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You can make me say anything, long after I die. My edges will cut you. If you throw me I fly.

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Made on a star, and blowing out flames. Prayer of heart, and a hope proclaimed.

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I have 'T' as my start and 'T' as my end, though I must say I mostly have 'T' in me too.

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When you use me, I will glam but you will never get yourself rid of me. I will be in places you didn't think I could be at but I am. What am I?

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I smell rotten and yet people put me in desserts and say I taste sweet. What am I?

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A man is found dead on some train tracks. In his hand is a rock. In his other, a sign with text, although it is unreadable as there is dust on it. What is the rock? What was written on the sign? What was he doing? What is the exact series of events leading up to his death?

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My name holds two different meanings, I can be the object of your desire or be something worth your fear. What is my name?

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I grow where no flower grows, Where no light touches the walls. Up or down, that I don't care. Was here before people were.

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What is this person's name? JKMNO

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I am always here, When people see me, they never cheer. Nobody welcomes me, I lack popularity. My counterpart is a beautiful lie, While I am a painful truth. What am I?

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In times of crisis, I am priceless. I’m illegal, yet permissible. Enemies call me despicable.. But what is my profession? That is the question. Concealed among bureaucrats, who administer resources, diplomats. Researchers and scholars affected, distrust spreads, disconnected. My identity I hide, but with you I confide. Or have I left you eyeless, With my politeness?