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Riddle:
I am a window, I am a lamp, I am clouded, I am shining, and I am colored; set in white, I fill with water and overflow. I say much, but I have no words. What am I?
Riddle:
There is a door, on the side of the door that you are on, there is a skeletal army ready to trample you underneath their feet, on the other side is a city with a wall that will keep you safe. You need to get in the door but there is some sort of code to get into safety; one man goes to the door, and the doorkeeper says "eight" and the man says "five" he lets him in. The second man goes up to the door and the doorkeeper says "nine" and the second man says "four", and he lets him in. Finally, it's your turn, you only get one chance to guess. The doorkeeper says "twenty one". What do you say to get to safety?
Answer: You would say "nine" as, 21 is nine letters long. It's quite simple actually. Eight is five letters long hence "five" and nine is four letters long hence the word "four".
Riddle:
Two women sit staring and glaring at each other across a small table. Although the two women don't appear to be friendly toward each other, they do eventually hold each other's hands. A man approaches, puts his hand on top of theirs, and says to them, "I hope I don't have to use the strap on you two." A few seconds later he quickly removes his hand, and shouts out one word to the women. Both women immediately become very tense. What is the word the man shouts to the women, and what in the world is going on here?
Answer: The word the man shouts to the women is, "Go!" This is the way most women's arm wrestling competitions start, and hopefully the wrist straps, to keep their hands from slipping apart, won't have to be used.
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?
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