05-20-2001, 06:39 PM
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#24
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The Magister 
Join Date: May 18, 2001
Location: Hitchin, Herts, England
Posts: 107
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Quote:
Originally posted by BladeMaster:
Ok here is the next riddle
It roars its challenge,
And I respond.
It takes my abuse,
And goes beyond.
Filled with liquid,
In my hurried haste,
I wield my staff,
In this turgid race.
But once I have vanquished,
The mighty foe,
I float like a thistle,
While moving ever so slow.
What are we talking abour really?
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Has it got anything to do with needing to pee really really badly, and then the relief felt afterwards?
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