I start with flour, then turn to dough, with heat I rise and slowly grow. With crust outside and soft within, I’m sliced and shared again and again.

It puts this on the skin or it gets the hose again. But most just use this to moisturize if they're dry and ashy.

I lurk in your kitchen, ready to spit out food you put in my mouth. With my dial, I offer you many false choices. Truthfully, I have only three: One - Do nothing. Two - Do what you expect. Three through fifteen - Burn my contents so far beyond recognition that even the best forensic investigators couldn't tell what you originally put in me.

A carpenter's best friend, I'm always within reach. Metric or standard, Phillips or flathead, no matter the job, I hold one of each.

Why did the car get a flat tire? Because there was a...