Riddle #1082

There are three houses. One is red, one is blue, and one is white. If the red house is to the left of the house in the middle, and the blue house is to the right to the house in the middle, where is the white house?

A woman with no driver license goes the wrong way on a one-way street and turns left at a corner with a no left turn sign. A policeman sees her but does nothing... Why?

What belongs to you but others use it more than you do?

Once upon a time there existed a temple in India which housed three identical idols which spoke to the devotees. The idols were of – God of Truth, which always spoke the truth; God of Falsehood, which always lied; and God of Diplomacy which sometimes spoke the truth and at other times lied. The pilgrims come from all parts of the world to get their questions answered by the Gods. But there was a problem. As the idols were indistinguishable, devotees were not sure from which idol to ask their questions and in turn they did not know which God has answered and whether to believe it or not. Once a wise man visited the temple. He asked the question: "Which God is seated at the centre?" to all the three idols. The idol on the left, centre and right replied God of Truth, God of Diplomacy and God of Falsehood respectively. The wise man at once proclaimed that he had solved the mystery of the temple.

A man owned a casino and invited some friends. It was a dark stormy night, and they all placed their money on the table right before the lights went out. When the lights came back on, the money was gone. The owner put a rooster in an old rusty tea kettle. He told everyone to get in line and touch the kettle after he turned the lights off, and the rooster will crow when the robber touched it. After everyone touched it, the rooster didn't crow, so the man told everyone to hold out their hands. After examining all the hands, he pointed out who the robber was. How did he know who stole the money?

Why do elephants have wrinkles?

Alive without breath, As cold as death; Never thirsty, ever drinking, All in mail never clinking.

Branches grow on its head; it wears spotted clothes. Not a donkey of a horse, it runs like the wind.

It's red, blue, purple and green. No one can reach it, not even the queen.

I am a fruit. Remove my first letter, it's a crime. Remove my first and last letter, it's a kind of music. What do you think am I?

What has a foot on each side and one in the middle?