Well, if it's the 'hairs' that come out at full moon, it could be the furry bits on a werewolf.
There is no darkness, there is no light, there is only Lasagne!
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Hihi. silly me, I love werewolves, I always go out to bars with them, somehow their furry bits are very, uhm... disturbing![]()
There is no darkness, there is no light, there is only Lasagne!
This fetch is not a game
And to meet yours would be a shame
Like as two peas within a pod--
But the sight of yours prepare to meet thy God...
With people from many cultures here, this should be easy enough...![]()
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Not even a nibble? Hummmm.
Sleepy should have got it anyway. It is a doppelganger. The ghost of a living person. It is never visible to that person, but if it ever is, legend says that person will die.
From the unabridged dictionary: fetch2 /fɛtʃ/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[fech] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation
–noun wraith (def. 1).
[Origin: 1780–90; perh. short for fetch-life one sent to fetch the soul of a dying person]
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
New Riddle
If I were the "early bird", what would that make YOU?![]()
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
the worm that sleeps in.
I may run rings around you
Or escape your clutching grip
Or leave a treacherous trail
That gives a sudden slip.
(If you're not careful!)
You always end up winning,
While I shrink with each new meet:
Our bouts will be my ruin,
But you'll come out smelling sweet.
What am I?
You wrote:
I may run rings around you
Or escape your clutching grip
Or leave a treacherous trail
That gives a sudden slip.
(If you're not careful!)
You always end up winning,
While I shrink with each new meet:
Our bouts will be my ruin,
But you'll come out smelling sweet.
What am I?
__________________
You're a snail
close, but no chocolate... (thats better than cigars anyway...)
but you are close, cosmetics wise. if that makes any sense... *thinks*
nor is it a snail guys, Bwa ha ha ha! ^_^
as for yours pen...
hmmm...
am i the bird who sleeps in and still doesnt get the riddle? cuz i still dont. Wish I were smarter, than I could be all intelligent sounding like Madhuri or Kathy or Pendragon. *is in awe* O.O
I may run rings around you
Or escape your clutching grip
Or leave a treacherous trail
That gives a sudden slip.
(If you're not careful!)
You always end up winning,
While I shrink with each new meet:
Our bouts will be my ruin,
But you'll come out smelling sweet.
What am I?
__________________
My 14 year old son says: you are a BAR OF SOAP
alright! you rock, genius son of cap'n P!
Now he's going around swell headed! (My kid I mean,, who by the way, was the guy I was asking for a good book for) Great, now only 90 Posts left to go!
Last edited by Captain Pike; 01-25-2007 at 07:45 PM.