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I smell like blue paint pours like green paint and I look like a red truck.
I am the place to turn when nature calls.
What is easy to get into but hard to get out of?
I am a sharp looking horse with a flaxen tail. The longer I run the shorter my tail becomes.
I am one with eight to spare, lest I lose my one. I'm not a number. What am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?