An archeologist finds a coin dated 48 B.C. How can he confirm that the coin is fake ?
Other than being colors, what do the words orange, silver and purple have in common ?
When John was 6 yrs old , he hammered a nail into his favorite tree to mark his height. Ten yrs later at age 16, John returned to see how much higher the nail was. If the tree grew by 5 cm each year, how much higher would the nail be ?
How can you distribute three apples to two fathers and their two sons, giving a whole apple to each ?
What can you catch but not throw?
What goes around the world but stays in a corner?
I have holes in my top and bottom, my left and right, and in the middle. But I still hold water. What am I?
Give me food, and I will live; give me water, and I will die. What am I?
The man who invented it doesn’t want it. The man who bought it doesn’t need it. The man who needs it doesn’t know it. What is it?
I’m the part of the bird that’s not in the sky. I can swim in the ocean and yet remain dry. What am I?
I am mother and father, but never birth or nurse. I’m rarely still, but I never wander. What am I?
I never was, am always to be, No one ever saw me, nor ever will, And yet I am the confidence of all, To live and breathe on this terrestrial ball. What am I?
I am the black child of a white father, a wingless bird, flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me, even though there is no cause for grief, and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air. What am I?
Pronounced as one letter, And written with three, Two letters there are, And two only in me. I’m double, I’m single, I’m black, blue, and gray, I’m read from both ends, And the same either way. What am I?
From the beginning of eternity, to the end of time and space, To the beginning of every end, And the end of every place. What am I?
In a marble hall white as milk, Lined with skin as soft as silk, Within a fountain crystal-clear, A golden apple doth appear. No doors there are to this stronghold, Yet thieves break in to steal its gold.
It is said among my people that some things are improved by death. Tell me, what stinks while living but in death smells good?
If you break me, I do not stop working. If you touch me, I may be snared. If you lose me, Nothing will matter. What am I?
Weight in my belly, Trees on my back, Nails in my ribs, Feet do I lack. What am I?
My life can be measured in hours; I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick; fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe. What am I?
I can be cracked, I can be made. I can be told, I can be played. What am I?
