Generally upon starting one of these mindless banterings of mine, I try to start out with some clever segue into it, but I think I'll shake it up a bit and cut right to the chase. Is that alright with everyone? Okay, then.
I hate riddles. The most infamous of riddles would probably have to be Batman's teenage sidekick, Robin, with his brain buster: "What's yellow and writes?" ...A ball point banana!
Not a yellow pen, not yellow chalk and certainly not a canary with an amazing gift for literacy. No. The only plausible answer is obviously a ball point banana. I hate riddles.
Perhaps what bothers me most is the self proclaimed air of wisdom with which the "riddlers" present the question to us, the unknowing, thick skulled,"riddlees." These riddlers will say the question slowly and thoughtfully like some sensai to its yon' grasshoppa, like an ancient medicine man telling a legend to a young adventurer, or like a teacher speaking to a five-year-old. Lookit, dude. Knowing how a man killed himself in an empty room does not make you some omniscient scholar. Read a book.
I hate riddles.
What's worse? The riddles people come up with are just total nonsense. A family member once proposed a riddle to me. "What's something you can hear but can't see and everyone does it at least once in their life?" Uh...sing? When he recognized my apparent lack of effort, he gave me a clue (remember, clue giving, of course, is administered strictly by and through the discretion of the all wise riddler), "It starts with an 'L.'" Wow! Helpful, yes, thank you. Umm...Limping? Lamenting? Listening? Oh! I got it. Landslide...ing. Flatly, "No, Samantha. It's lying." Why didn't I think of that? And of course the ego of the riddler only gets worse when the victim gives up. I mean, really, the answer could be anything, but there is only one definite answer in the world of riddles.
"Two genetically identical pigs are for sale. One sells for more. Why?"
Uh...because...one is a girl and can have babies so it's worth more.
"WRONG. One is dipped in liquid gold."
duh
"A dude is brushing his teeth and suddenly his two front teeth are missing. What happened here?"
Let's see...he hadn't brushed his teeth in ten years?
"INCORRECT. He was brushing his teeth and a guy came and punched him in the mouth. Obviously that's the answer you half witted, no nothing FOOL!!"
Are you following me, here?
I hate riddles.
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