Riddle: There was a farmer who had a problem with his chicken coop, and he wanted to go check it out. When he got there he noticed that there was a rooster on top of the barn. Now the barn was shaped with a triangle-type top. But suddenly the rooster laid an egg. Which side did it roll on?
Answer: It didn't because roosters don't lay eggs.
Riddle: I walked down the street day and I found something that had worth. You make sure you don't lose it. It has a color, size, and shape but everyone is different. You touch it, enjoy it, like it, and always count it over. What is it?
Riddle: A man goes out drinking every night, returning to his home in the wee hours of every morning. No matter how much he drinks, he never gets a hangover. This drink is very well known, but is rarely consumed, served warm and taken straight from its source. The man is a sucker for a free drink, especially since he can't live without it.
What is his favorite drink?
Riddle: Golden treasures I contain, guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks, yet men come often to seize my gold. By smoke, I am overcome and robbed, then left to build my treasure anew.
What am I?
Riddle: I come in different shapes and sizes. Part of me are curves, others are straight. You can put me anywhere you like, but there is only one right place for me. What am I?
Riddle: My author's uncertain yet my title's the same, I contain random text yet order's my aim. Read me one day and see my pages are totally bare. Try again another day and the words will be there. I'm not a book of magic although it may sound, I can predict the future, and inside, your life can be found. Move my eye, I become involved in lactic extraction. But that's just a clue, a minor distraction.
What am I?
Riddle: I am related to the water, but I am not wet. I am related to a shadow, but I am multi-colored. I am an illusion, but I show what is real.
What am I?