A man is looking at a photograph of someone. His friend asks who it is. The man replies, “Brothers and sisters, I have none. But that man’s father is my father’s son.” Who was in the photograph?

What can fly without wings and cry without eyes?

I can be long or I can be short. I can be grown and I can be bought.

I can be painted or left bare. I can be round or square.

What am I?

How can you physically stand behind your father while he is standing behind you at the same time?

Two men are playing chess. They play five games. Each man wins three.  How is that possible?

A man walks into a bar and asks the bartender for a drink.  The bartender pulls out a small pistol and fires it directly at the man.  The man falls to the ground but quickly gets back up and thanks the bartender.  Why is that?

You throw me away to use me and bring me back when you are done?

What am I?

Everyone has it. Those who have the least don’t know they have it. Those who have the most wish they had less of it.

What is it?

Alive without breath, as cold as death; never thirsty, ever drinking, all in mail, never clinking.

What am I?

I am taken from a mine and shut up in a wooden case from which I am never released. I am used by almost everybody at sometime in their life.

What am I?

I have a metal roof and a glass wall,
I burn and burn but never fall.

What am I?

If you throw me from the window, I’ll leave a grieving wife.
Bring me back, but a door, You’ll see something giving life.

What am I?

Always old, sometimes new.
Never sad, sometimes blue.
Never empty, sometimes full.
Never pushes, always pulls.

What am I?