I resemble a book, but I do not contain a narrative. You can explore with me.

I flip, and I flop. I am bare on my top. Exposed are my occupants, they are tacky if clothed.

In code I live, written away, you might join me so we can play. I can sit on your table, bitter in taste, add some creamer and ill be put in place. What Am I?

I have fixed many a mistake, but I do not have the ability to make them. I am known for my pink coloring.

I live at the end of a watery road. Whenever you shout, my circumference grows. Sometimes I will run, without legs or toes. I might just be hiding - right under your nose!