Which Door First?

While driving his car a man slams on the brakes when he sees, in the middle of the street, a diamond studded door, a gold door and a silver door. Which door does he open first?

His car door

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Slayer of Regrets

Slayer of regrets
old and new,
sought by many,
found by few.

Redemption. It can get rid of regrets, many people seek it but few find it.

By Sef Daystrom

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MT Rebus

MT

Empty.

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esroh gnidir

What does this represent?

esroh gnidir

Horse back riding. The words are horse and riding spelled backwards.

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I’m Located In the Middle of Nowhere

I am located in the middle of nowhere. What am I?

The letter ‘h’. It is the middle letter of the word ‘nowhere’

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Something Dark Inside

Comes as wooden as a tree,
Covered in paint, don’t you see,
Makes you laugh, or run and hide,
For it has something dark inside.

A pencil. It’s wooden, is covered in paint and the output of a pencil in the form of writing or art can make you laugh or cry. And graphite is the dark part inside.

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How Can You Pass the Tree

A car is on a narrow road with a tree in the middle of it. How can the car pass the tree?

The tree is in the middle of the road as measured by length, not in the middle of it by width. In other words, the tree is growing on the side of the road, but it is equidistant from either end of the road, and therefore in the middle.

This makes it quite easy to pass the tree as you just drive on the road, unless you’re texting and you run into said tree. If this is the case, stop texting.

Thanks to everyone’s input on this one!

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Two Handsome Racers

Two handsome racers are having a race.
One keeps lapping the other and the race never ends.

What am I?

A clock.

By Sef Daystrom

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Graphical Rebus Six

What does this rebus represent?

Rebus

Waterloo Sunset

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Lighter Than What I’m Made Of

Lighter than what
I am made of,
More of me is hidden
Than is seen.

An Iceberg.

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