We have a long tradition of asking each other riddles. A classic one asks, "A plane crashes on the border between France and Germany. Where do they bury the survivors?"
Riddles are such a big part of the human experience that we have whole books of collections of them, and even a Batman villain named after them.
We have a long tradition of asking each other riddles. A classic one asks, "A plane crashes on the border between France and Germany. Where do they bury the survivors?"
Riddles are such a big part of the human experience that we have whole books of collections of them, and even a Batman villain named after them.
Hmm... We ask riddles for fun and there is almost an expectation that a good riddle will yield a wrong answer.