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I am put on the table, cut, but never eaten. What am I?
What kind of room has no doors or windows?
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.
I can be thin but not fat; in your body but never on your placemat. I'm always better when I'm fresh but you'll never see me in the flesh.
What bone has a sense of humor?
Why was the cook arrested?