They have not flesh, nor fea...
[4664] They have not flesh, nor fea... - They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own. What are they? - #brainteasers #riddles - Correct Answers: 27 - The first user who solved this task is Fazil Hashim
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They have not flesh, nor fea...

They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own. What are they?
Correct answers: 27
The first user who solved this task is Fazil Hashim.
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Jon left for a two day busines...

Jon left for a two day business trip to Chicago. He was only a few blocks away from his house when he realized he'd left his plane ticket on top of his dresser. He turned around and headed back to the house. He quietly entered the door, walked into the kitchen. He saw his wife washing the breakfast dishes, wearing her skimpiest negligee.
She looked so good that he tiptoed up behind her, reached out, and squeezed her left tit.
"Leave only one quart of milk," she said. "Jon won't be here for breakfast tomorrow."
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Richard Jefferies

Died 14 Aug 1887 at age 38 (born 6 Nov 1848).(John) Richard Jefferies, born near Swindon was an English naturalist, novelist, and essayist. He began his literary career as a local reporter in Wiltshire, and from then on he wrote many works of natural history and country life, and essays in journals and magazines. Jefferies relied greatly on 'field notebooks', where he entered his meticulous observations on the life of the countryside. Wild Life in a Southern Country, in which the author, sitting on a Wiltshire down, observes in ever widening circles the fields, woods, animals, and human inhabitants below him, was published with success in 1879. He wrote his autobiography, Story of My Heart (1883). His vision was unappreciated in his own Victorian age but has been increasingly recognized and admired since his death.
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