I’m hung on a cross and stretched paper thin. But I'm played with by children and have committed no sin. String me along, I’ll always be your friend. But don’t let me go, you may not see me again.

A versatile utensil; unique by my stencil When food makes you frustrated, I make it less complicated I reduce your cutlery by half; I’m useful inspite of those who laugh

I get baked, but I don’t get high. I wear a jacket, but I’m not a guy. I get smashed, but I do not drink. I am white or orange, but never pink. What am I?

I can be of great use to bakers, or those in the DJ scene

I’m a common starter for some complex and cool machines. I come in many colors and sizes, but only one shape. If you’ve lost a bunch of me, you may be crazy.