I have many layers but I’m not a tale, no tears like onions when I’m unveiled. Green and round, in gardens I grow, what am I you slice just so?

Wear permanent art Lasts forever Get a heart on your heart Or put it wherever

I adorn your neck, but I have no neck of my own. I can be made of gold, pearls, or stone. I am often given to show love or style. What am I?

A term for a generation, fitting to explode. If you slang an ‘ANG’ on the end, it’ll come back when it’s thrown. Also a term for a button cap, if you know, you know. Less the last two it’s a noise, after sonic is where it goes.

Russell Simons DEFinitely needed me, I can cause you great frustration, and I certainly complement your toast.