I am a dark shape against the light, with no fine features shown in sight. Not the shadow cast at your feet, just your outline, dark and neat.

You’ll find two versions of me in your bathroom; one you’ll use and one you’ll want to get rid of. You may find me useful in your kitchen, and I’m often held by a blindfold-wearing statue.

I spray and leap and fall and swish Without ever moving, and may grant a wish! Penny for your thoughts: what am I?

If a space alien made out of Legos could talk, what would be the first thing he would say?

A cheese wheel sacrificed himself to save the others. Why? It was all for the grater...