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Riddle: A doctor and a bus driver are both in love with the same woman, an attractive girl named Sarah. The bus driver had to go on a long bus trip that would last a week. Before he left, he gave Sarah seven apples. Why? Show Answer Hide Answer

Riddle: When is a doctor most annoyed? Show Answer Hide Answer

Riddle: Who always enjoys poor health? Show Answer Hide Answer

Riddle: A father and son were in a car accident where the father was killed. The ambulance brought the son to the hospital. He needed immediate surgery. In the operating room, a doctor came in and looked at the little boy and said I can't operate on him he is my son. Who is the doctor? Show Answer Hide Answer

Riddle: Why did the cookie go to the doctors? Show Answer Hide Answer

Riddle: A cop was walking past a restaurant when he heard someone scream - "No John, not the gun!" He ran inside and and saw a doctor, a lawyer, a milkman, and a dead body on the floor. He promptly walked over to the milkman and arrested him. He didn't witness the shooting and there was no apparent evidence to prove who shot the person and no one told him who the killer was. How did the policeman instantly know it was the milkman? Show Answer Hide Answer

Riddle: Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson were going on a hike through the woods. After a long day of hiking, they stopped for the night. They ate a cold meal, pitched a tent, and went to sleep. Both of them woke up in the middle of the night. "The stars are out tonight," remarked Doctor Watson. "What does this tell you?" Sherlock asked. "Well," he replied, "By the positions of the stars, it's roughly midnight." "What else does this tell you?" Sherlock asked again. "I don't know!" Doctor Watson retorted, annoyed. "What does it tell you?" What did the detective notice? Show Answer Hide Answer

Riddle: Three doctors say Robert is their brother. However, Robert says he has no brother. Who's lying? Show Answer Hide Answer

Riddle: What did the Lemon say to the doctor? Show Answer Hide Answer

Riddle: I'm by nature solitary, scarred by spear and wounded by sword, weary of battle. I frequently see the face of war, and fight hateful enemies; yet I hold no hope of help being brought to me in the battle, before I'm eventually done to death. In the stronghold of the city sharp-edged swords, skilfully forged in the flame by smiths, bite deeply into me. I can but await a more fearsome encounter; it is not for me to discover in the city any of those doctors who heal grievous wounds with roots and herbs. The scars from sword wounds gape wider and wider; death blows are dealt to me by day and by night. What am I? Show Answer Hide Answer