Ok, Massassi, it's riddle time. Whoever solves the current riddle gets to post the next one. I'll start!
From me, poorly-digested sno-cones spew,
Over long distances stretch my intestines like a hose,
My only words are babbling and few,
One of these have I, but no eyes, ears, or nose.
From me, poorly-digested sno-cones spew,
Over long distances stretch my intestines like a hose,
My only words are babbling and few,
One of these have I, but no eyes, ears, or nose.