As we hurry away to the end, my friend, Of this sad little farce called existence, We are sure that the future will bring one thing, And that is the grave in the distance. And so when our lives run along all wrong, And nothing seems real or certain, We can comfort ourselves with the thought (or not) Of that spectre behind the curtain. Warning: This site contains adult material!
My first is in bridge but not in ridge.
My second is in awake and in mistake.
My third is in danger but not in ranger.
My fourth is in flange and in orange.
My fifth is spline and in wine.
My last is river and in diver.
My whole likes the darkness.
What am I?
Posted by BlackGold at 4/30/2006 09:27:00 AM
2 comments:
Ok, I see they're getting more difficult now.
A badger?
If it is not that, I'm truly stumped.
Yup I will get you stumped yet.
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