A kiwi tenant saw their grape landlord outside pacing back and forth on the front lawn. Kiwi: 'What are you doing?' Grape: 'Just ... the rent!'

You say it this way and I say it that way; you potato, I say potato, but let us not call the whole thing off. Many people do not like me sliced, nor eat me like an apple; yet made into a condiment, I become a favorite. Can you name this fruit, oft mistaken for a vegetable?

What was the name of the Magician who lost his magic?

Shakespeare wrote a story about a farmer who would loan out pigs to those who wanted them. At least, I think that is what it’s about!

If you need something shredded, then I'm the kitchen tool for you. But watch out for your fingers, or I might shred some flesh too!