Possibly the world’s most famous puzzle, invented by a Hungarian sculptor. The record for solving it is under three seconds; I still haven’t solved it in fifty two years.

You may click on me thinking I'm one thing, and be frustrated when you see me loading. But I'm never gonna give up this prank.

I’m stolen gold or slang for cheeks, one found in chests, the other in seats.

What kind of milk do you get from a cow that’s been udderly pampered?

I fear a certain monster adorned in blue. A sweet tooth, insatiable, would bite me right through. He feeds on me and others to illicit childish laughter and cheer. How do I get away from Sesame Street, where he'll oft appear? What am I?