Answer:
I'm a ring of sliced onion dipped in batter and then deep fried.
A stylish winter top that covers your larynx.
Even if you throw it away, it still comes back.
If you have me, you want to tell me. If you tell me, you don't have me.
What is the end of everything?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?