Once, again, Mr. Punch, with my help, is offering up a true Victorian riddle. The first person to answer correctly--by posting in the comments--will receive public congratulations. Some week, I may offer a nifty prize from our online store. But, this week, again, I don't feel like it.
So, here's this week's riddle. We ask that you don't Google the answer. Mr. Punch would not find that sporting at all. Give it a shot and see what you can come up with. Here we go... No cheating...
So, here's this week's riddle. We ask that you don't Google the answer. Mr. Punch would not find that sporting at all. Give it a shot and see what you can come up with. Here we go... No cheating...
What always runs but never walks,
often murmurs, never talks,
has a bed but
never sleeps,
has a mouth but never eats?
And...the answer is...
A RIVER
Well, we had April say "Joan Rivers," which is...like a river. Sort of. As always, great, funny answers today, and queries about Bertie. Yay! Come back next Friday for another of Mr. Punch's Puzzles.
A RIVER
Well, we had April say "Joan Rivers," which is...like a river. Sort of. As always, great, funny answers today, and queries about Bertie. Yay! Come back next Friday for another of Mr. Punch's Puzzles.
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18 comments:
An Amoeba. Noisy little buggers. Can never quite make out what they're murmuring.
An anorexic runway model.
They are inscrutable.
So...basically just a runway model.
Joan Rivers.
Clever.
Not my mother in law.
Finally, we know what she isn't!
Anyone in Hollywood.
Largely true.
How's your dog?
He's very well, Angelo. Thank you.
New York, New York...sung like Liza.
"Mama always used to run in Central Park. She'd...well, she'd run and run...and, then...well, it was just the most wonderful thing, she'd...well, she'd just howl like a...like, well you know how an opera singer makes that noise, when, you know, when she...and her nose...when she sneezes. And, then the hotdog man would stop and Mama would say...let go of those hams, you filthy little hotdog."
I don't know the answer but I am happy that Bertie is having a good day.
We all are, Kathy.
My diet coach.
I'm sure!
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