I bind your papers so they won’t slip, or show a video that’s short and quick. I hold things firm or briefly play, In work or screen, I find my way.

I might look small, but I'm a bottomless pit. I hold your phone, money, hand cream, you name it. Sunglasses, chapstick, your keys, a little nail kit? Sure, why not. My inside is infinit.

I have a head and tail, but no arms and legs. What am I?

I’m tiny or tall, I’m sticky or neat, I’m the guilty pleasure both young and old eat. What am I?

What rock group has four men who don't sing?