The Talking Doors
You approach two talking doors. One door leads to the City of Truth, while the other door leads to the City of Liars. You do not know which door is which. You are able to ask only one question to determine which door is which. The door that leads to the City of Liars always speaks lies, while the door that leads to the City of Truth always speaks the truth. You want to go to the City of Truth. What question do you ask to determine which door leads to the City of Truth?
Who in the Bible killed one fourth of the human population?
The Crooked Judge
There was a medieval court where 2 pieces of paper would be given to the defendant: “Life” is written on the first one, and “Death” on the second. You could choose. Well, there was a man who knew that the judge hates him, and he found out that the word “death” will be written on the both notes. The next day, he wasn’t executed. Knowing what is written on the notes, what did he do to save himself?
The Case of the Archaeological Dig
“I’ve finally earned my place as assistant curator of the museum”, said Bob Hobbie to Max, the chief administrator of the Belgra Archeological Museum. “I moved West of the Pakistani dig site and we’ve just unearthed some wonderful coin artifacts.”
“Why did you start digging in a new location?” asked Max.
“One of the local natives told me that, for many generations, his family had passed down a legend of a lost village and he found a map among his father’s things,” said Bob. “His father recently passed away”, he added. “The native followed the map and led me to this site on the condition that if we discovered anything of value he would be paid one thousand dollars”, explained Bob.
“And what is it that you found buried,?” asked Max.
“It’s just terrific,” exclaimed Bob, “we found 3 gold coins of various sizes dated 400 B.C., and after properly dusting them off I found them to be in excellent condition.” “I quickly paid the native to complete our verbal contract and keep him from trying to claim a portion of the discovery,” concluded Bob. After considering for a few moments, Max told Bob that when he returns home he should look for another job!! Why?
“I’ve finally earned my place as assistant curator of the museum”, said Bob Hobbie to Max, the chief administrator of the Belgra Archeological Museum. “I moved West of the Pakistani dig site and we’ve just unearthed some wonderful coin artifacts.”
“Why did you start digging in a new location?” asked Max.
“One of the local natives told me that, for many generations, his family had passed down a legend of a lost village and he found a map among his father’s things,” said Bob. “His father recently passed away”, he added. “The native followed the map and led me to this site on the condition that if we discovered anything of value he would be paid one thousand dollars”, explained Bob.
“And what is it that you found buried,?” asked Max.
“It’s just terrific,” exclaimed Bob, “we found 3 gold coins of various sizes dated 400 B.C., and after properly dusting them off I found them to be in excellent condition.” “I quickly paid the native to complete our verbal contract and keep him from trying to claim a portion of the discovery,” concluded Bob. After considering for a few moments, Max told Bob that when he returns home he should look for another job!! Why?
Bible Mystery
In the first place, something you should know,
It was said to start a tale of woe.
Now its eyes are sometimes said
To gleam from fallen blocks instead.
Sometimes fatal its cool embrace,
Sometimes deadly its pointed taste.
A healer’s staff is tightly wrapped,
A charming way to earn your pay.
In the first place, something you should know,
It was said to start a tale of woe.
Now its eyes are sometimes said
To gleam from fallen blocks instead.
Sometimes fatal its cool embrace,
Sometimes deadly its pointed taste.
A healer’s staff is tightly wrapped,
A charming way to earn your pay.
What or who am I?
Poser
Under house, never over.
Perhaps something is ceased.
It’s never good for the heart,
But a lawman will be pleased.
Under house, never over.
Perhaps something is ceased.
It’s never good for the heart,
But a lawman will be pleased.
What word?
Childrens Riddle
You will know that I am coming, From the jingle of my bell, But exactly who I am is not an easy thing to tell. Children, they adore me for they find me jolly, but I do not see them when the halls are decked with holly. My job often leaves me frozen, I am a man that all should know, But I do not do business in times of sleet or ice or snow. I travel much on business, But no reindeer haul me around, I do all my traveling firmly on the ground. I love the time of Christmas, But that’s not my vocational season, And I assure that is because of a sound economic reason.
Who Am I?
