I'm an ordinary, everyday object. If you cut one off, three fall down and five remain. What am I?
Three men walked into a hotel at the same time and inquired about a room. They were told by the lady at the front desk that there was only one room available. Being decent fellows, they decided to share the room at a cost of $30 total. So each man gave the attendant $10. Later on, the attendant informed the hotel managed that she had rented out the last room for $30 to three gentlemen. The hotel manager, also being a decent fellow, decided they should receive a 5$ refund for the inconvenience of having to share a room. The attendant took 5 $1 bills out of the register and made her way up to he room. Trying to think of a way to split the 5$ equally, she decided she would pocket $2 as a tip and give each man $1 back.
Each man ended up spending $9 for the room, and the attendant got $2 out of the deal. But 3*$9 is $27, plus $2 is $29. Where'd the other dollar go?
The first one is an honest riddle, the second one is dishonest. Anyone have any more?
The very existence of flamethrowers proves that at some time, some where, some place, someone once said to themselves "I'd really like to set those people on fire over there, but I just can't get close enough".
Or a hexagon. Or a keyring with 8 keys, but to cut one off you cut through a ring (with 1 key) which linked 2 keys on 1 ring with 5 keys on the ring you were holding. Or a kitchen table with a pair of bench seats and 3 people sitting on one side, 5 on the other; and you cut one of the legs off one of the seats