A Favourite Teaser:
kerriko
proud owner of a very small winged rodent (handcrafted with looooove).
You are in a concrete room. There is a steel pipe 25cm in length
cemented into the center of the concrete floor. The pipe protrudes
about 15cm. A ping-pong ball is dropped down the pipe. There is a
fraction of a centimeter clearance around the ping-pong ball and the
pipe.
Your task is to get the ping-pong ball out of the steel pipe undamaged.
The only items thatÊare available are:
a wooden ruler,
a ball of string,
a pocket mirror,
a paper clip, and
a small magnet.
Since nothing else is allowed into the room, how could you get the
plastic ping-pong ball out of the steel pipe?
Go for it.
Echo
Bob
>I love this one. If you can answer this correctly, you may soon be the
>proud owner of a very small winged rodent (handcrafted with looooove).
>You are in a concrete room. There is a steel pipe 25cm in length
>cemented into the center of the concrete floor. The pipe protrudes
>about 15cm. A ping-pong ball is dropped down the pipe. There is a
>fraction of a centimeter clearance around the ping-pong ball and the
>pipe.
>Your task is to get the ping-pong ball out of the steel pipe undamaged.
>The only items that are available are:
>a wooden ruler,
>a ball of string,
>a pocket mirror,
>a paper clip, and
>a small magnet.
>Since nothing else is allowed into the room, how could you get the
>plastic ping-pong ball out of the steel pipe?
The answer is quite simple, if tivial and a bit yucky.
Urinate in the pipe until the ping-pong ball floats up to the top.
Trivial. The volume is no more than 300ml, simple to fill.
Bob
Slutboy
: I love this one. If you can answer this correctly, you may soon be the
: proud owner of a very small winged rodent (handcrafted with looooove).
<orig. Q snipped>
Why, just suck on the pipe! A fraction of a cm clearance should be just
right for the vacuum to work its wonders and allow you to retrieve the
ball quite intact.
-Slutboy
Christian Cooper
1. Bend the paper clip into a rough C shape, with a loop at one end.
The diameter of the C being slightly bigger than the ball, but smaller
than the tube (My entire method relies on the being possible)
2. Tie the string to the paperclip
3. Drop the paperclip down the tube (Whilst holding the other end of the
string of course!)
4. Jiggle it around a bit, until the C shaped bit drops past the equator
(for want of a better word..) of the ball
5. Pull the other end of the string, and hope
6. IF this fails to work
GOTO 3 (Spot the ex-programmer)
ELSE
GOTO 8
END IF
7. ERROR: IF Condition failed
8. Pat your self on the back..
P.S. If I am too analytical, could someone _please_ tell me ;->
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Bob
Won't work, 'cos you'd need some flow *around* the ball. It's closed
on the other end. This would be essentially the same as trying to
levitate a chunk of ice in a cup you are sucking to your face. It
won't work. All that would happen is you'd burt a few blood vessels in
your lips.
Hey -- cheap lipstick substitute.
Bob
Moses Moore
gets close to your face.
A similar, but different poseu^Hr:
Wilst walking on a construction site in the middle of the night, playing
among the wood planks, stealing hammers, nails and chains, making sand
cathedrals out of concrete mix, etc, you can hear the soft coo-ing of a
pigeon in distress.
Emptying a bucket of rivets you found near a blowtorch, you think that you
you can catch it as a feast for Ramses The Damned, your pet snake.
Centering on the sound, you can see a pipe that is sticking 5cm out of the
ground in a concrete foundation, and about a meter down at the bottom is
the pigeon. The pipe is only big enough for the pigeon to turn around in
circles and certainly not large enough for it to fly away.
How will you bring the pigeon home for Ramses, using the materials you
have already seen at the construction site? Bonus points if Ramses gets
to kill the pigeon himself (and Ramses won't tolerate you holding him by
the tail down a pipe).
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Ken Nagle
requires that you simply change the laws of physics.....
(Scotty: You kinna change the laws of physics!)
The change in inertia will cause the ball to roll out of the pipe......
Otherwise, try sucking the ball out of the tube (asthma sufferers, don't
try this at home!)
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Ken Nagle
>>Your task is to get the ping-pong ball out of the steel pipe undamaged.
>The answer is quite simple, if tivial and a bit yucky.
>Urinate in the pipe until the ping-pong ball floats up to the top.
>Trivial. The volume is no more than 300ml, simple to fill.
Bob, stop! The lab is looking at me because I am laughing so hard I am
close to snorting........
Vlad
<gasp>
kerriko
ker...@soda.csua.berkeley.edu (kerriko) writes:
> Go for it.
Leave it to me to post a sexist teaser. The correct answer (or rather,
the one I was looking for) was TO URINATE IN THE PIPE.
Mind you, I don't have a penis, but sometimes I think like one.
Petro, Bob, and Shard all answered correctly, as did a few net.goths
thru private email. Small winged rodents will fly out as soon as they
are able. If you would prefer a compilation tape, there is actually one
ready to go. Or if you need hair conditioner, I would be perfectly
willing to substitute THAT!
If you guys really want handcrafted winged rodents, I'll just think
you're the best guys in the whole world. ;)
Cheers,
Echo
Jennifer A. Knipper
urinating in the tube would be a bit difficult if you are a girl.
Didn't say it can't be done though, boys just have a slight
advantage.
drat.
oddlystrange
Christian Cooper
jajm...@calum.csclub.uwaterloo.ca "Moses Moore" writes:
OK, unless its a minipigeon(tm) you could always try grabbing it with your
hand!
Boring I know!
Alternatively...
Tip concrete mix down the pipe very slowly, allowing the bird to slowly
climb up the pipe, just at the critical moment, when it is able to make
a getaway, grab the hammer, the nails, the wood and the chain, then...
wrap the chain around a leg, place a nail through the links on either
side of the leg, and bend them with the hammer, then using the hammer, hit
a nail through the other end of the chain, into the wood, now casually
saunter off to collect your hungry pet, if on the other hand, your pet
is but a minute or twos walk away, simply nail the bird to the plank,
by the wing say and get your pet, the bird would still be alive, and
so you keep your bonus points!
more interesting?
Slutboy
<snip>
: Leave it to me to post a sexist teaser. The correct answer (or rather,
: the one I was looking for) was TO URINATE IN THE PIPE.
Well, all I've got to say is I'm not sucking that pipe after everyone
else has pissed in it.
Hmmmph.
-Slutboy
P.S.M. Shaw
>From: b...@dcs.qmw.ac.uk (Bob)
>Subject: Re: A Favourite Teaser:
>Date: 20 Feb 1995 16:07:27 GMT
>Cabbage (gra...@aston.ac.uk) wrote:
>>Well, I'm going to be radical and try and do it without pissing in the pipe.
>>Surely goths aren't allowed to do that. Unless it's blood, or black.
>I hadn't thot of that. that gives me another idea, which is *much*
>more gothic. It even uses most of the items supplied! Of course it all
>depends on how much you want this ball.
>First smash the mirror against the floor. Pick up a shard and slit
>your wrist (or any place with lots of blood, but wrists are much more
>controlable, larger blood flow, and of course gothic). Hold your wrist
>over the hole until you've bled about 1/2 pint and can remove the
>ball. Use the string and ruler as a tourniquet.
>Contact your local red cross and demand $20 or some ice cream. (optional)
>Bob
>(As the 1st to give a legitimate responce, I claim the prize -- there
>can be only one)
I have to say that i think Bob deserves the winged rodent out of sheer
inventiveness! Also because his ideas cheered me up when I needed a laugh.
Fazza
Christian Cooper
lil' ol' me writes:
> OK, unless its a minipigeon(tm) you could always try grabbing it with your
> hand!
>
> Boring I know!
>
> Alternatively...
> Tip concrete mix down the pipe very slowly, allowing the bird to slowly
> climb up the pipe, just at the critical moment, when it is able to make
> a getaway, grab the hammer, the nails, the wood and the chain, then...
> wrap the chain around a leg, place a nail through the links on either
> side of the leg, and bend them with the hammer, then using the hammer, hit
> a nail through the other end of the chain, into the wood, now casually
> saunter off to collect your hungry pet, if on the other hand, your pet
> is but a minute or twos walk away, simply nail the bird to the plank,
> by the wing say and get your pet, the bird would still be alive, and
> so you keep your bonus points!
>
> more interesting?
>
bugger, bugger, bugger, forgot to use the blow torch, sod the snake, roast
the bloody pigeon on the spot, rip it apart there and then, and eat on the
way home, its a well known fact that snakes can go for days witout food!
ta da ....
Ben Monroe
The pipe is only 25cm long, right?
Well, I'm going to assume that the ruler is at least 1 foot long, which
is longer than 25cm...
So, you shove the ruler into the pipe (break it in half the long way if
it's too wide) and impale the ping-pong ball...
pull it out attached to the ruler/stake...
If it won't stick to the ruler now that the ball is broken, bend the
paper clip into a hook, and lower it down with the string, hook the ball
and drag it out...
Do I win?
The Harbinger of Sorrow
Moses Moore <jajm...@calum.csclub.uwaterloo.ca> wrote:
>Answer: Blow down the tube. Try blowing on the side of the ball when it
>gets close to your face.
>
>A similar, but different poseu^Hr:
> Wilst walking on a construction site in the middle of the night, playing
> among the wood planks, stealing hammers, nails and chains, making sand
> cathedrals out of concrete mix, etc, you can hear the soft coo-ing of a
> pigeon in distress.
> Emptying a bucket of rivets you found near a blowtorch, you think that you
> you can catch it as a feast for Ramses The Damned, your pet snake.
> Centering on the sound, you can see a pipe that is sticking 5cm out of the
> ground in a concrete foundation, and about a meter down at the bottom is
> the pigeon. The pipe is only big enough for the pigeon to turn around in
> circles and certainly not large enough for it to fly away.
>
> How will you bring the pigeon home for Ramses, using the materials you
> have already seen at the construction site? Bonus points if Ramses gets
> to kill the pigeon himself (and Ramses won't tolerate you holding him by
> the tail down a pipe).
This is far too amusing to pass up :
Personally, I subscribe to the Goth school of excessive gore, and in
following that :
Get cement and form a solid ball at connecting the end of a nail and one of
the handy chains laying about. Drop on pidgeon. Reel out. To be sure the method
works, score the sides of the nail, or use a screw, other ben(t/dable) metal.
And, of course, one could fill the pipe with cement mix **slowly** allowing
the pidgeon to climb atop it every so often.
alt.pidgeon.die.die.die
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: >Bob
: Fazza
I second the motion. Had I seen this earlier, *I* might have come up
with Bob's brilliant plan myself. Definately better than pissing in the
tube...
life, love, and BLOOD!
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rage
Except you'd never get it to follow your natural lip lines!
rachel
who's a complete klutz & has trouble doing that with a proper lipstick & a
mirror in a well-lit place
Bob
>In article <3i9kr7$c...@epsilon.qmw.ac.uk>, b...@dcs.qmw.ac.uk (Bob) says:
>>Won't work, 'cos you'd need some flow *around* the ball. It's closed
>>on the other end. This would be essentially the same as trying to
>>levitate a chunk of ice in a cup you are sucking to your face. It
>>won't work. All that would happen is you'd burt a few blood vessels in
>>your lips.
>>
>>Hey -- cheap lipstick substitute.
>Except you'd never get it to follow your natural lip lines!
You could if you put your lips around it *real* careful-like. It just
may be hard to get the proper suction. But the lips *would* bruse
before the filtrum.
>rachel
>who's a complete klutz & has trouble doing that with a proper lipstick & a
>mirror in a well-lit place
Bob
Who's adept at doing that with proper lipstick & a reflection in a
moving bus window at night.
whisky dave
I was about 12 when told this so some bits and things are vague, bit like
the rest of me.
Scene : Family sitting at the table at breakfast (not very gothic sorry)
Father takes his two children to school using his flashy new sports car.
It's dark and raining but he decides to go for it at 90 MPH (some will
have to convert it themselves) the car swerves hits a tree does a flip and
lands on the roof. After about an hour the youngest crawls out from
underneath but it appears the others are dead. So he walks along the road
until he's picked up and given a lift to the police station. An ambulance
is called and the eldest child and father are taken to hospital, the
father is found to be DOA.
The child is taken striaght to theartre to be operated on. The surgeon
arrives but before operating says 'I can't operate on this child he's my
son'
So the question being Who is the surgeon?.
It's easy really well I think so but I know the answer I suppose.
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so lets go for it.
Bob
> If you can answer this correctly, you get absolutly nothing.
>I was about 12 when told this so some bits and things are vague, bit like
>the rest of me.
>Father takes his two children to school using his flashy new sports car.
>It's dark and raining but he decides to go for it at 90 MPH (some will
it's mach .12
>have to convert it themselves) the car swerves hits a tree does a flip and
>lands on the roof. After about an hour the youngest crawls out from
>underneath but it appears the others are dead. So he walks along the road
>until he's picked up and given a lift to the police station. An ambulance
>is called and the eldest child and father are taken to hospital, the
>father is found to be DOA.
>The child is taken striaght to theartre to be operated on. The surgeon
>arrives but before operating says 'I can't operate on this child he's my
>son'
>So the question being Who is the surgeon?.
Is this a trick question or something. The surgeon is obviously Doogie
Howser, um, oh, wrong story... It's the kids mum.
Bob
Ken Nagle
Moses Moore <jajm...@calum.csclub.uwaterloo.ca> wrote:
>>A similar, but different poseu^Hr:
>> Wilst walking on a construction site in the middle of the night, playing
>> among the wood planks, stealing hammers, nails and chains, making sand
>> cathedrals out of concrete mix, etc, you can hear the soft coo-ing of a
>> pigeon in distress.
>> Emptying a bucket of rivets you found near a blowtorch, you think that you
>> you can catch it as a feast for Ramses The Damned, your pet snake.
>> Centering on the sound, you can see a pipe that is sticking 5cm out of the
>> ground in a concrete foundation, and about a meter down at the bottom is
>> the pigeon. The pipe is only big enough for the pigeon to turn around in
>> circles and certainly not large enough for it to fly away.
>> How will you bring the pigeon home for Ramses, using the materials you
>> have already seen at the construction site? Bonus points if Ramses gets
>> to kill the pigeon himself (and Ramses won't tolerate you holding him by
>> the tail down a pipe).
Follow these simple instructions and the pigeon will get out on it's own:
1- Clench fists, with thumb resting over fingers.
2- Move fists so that they are centered over the breast on their
respective sides (thumbnails should be facing towards each other and
elbows should be pointing out)
3- Flap elbows up and down while strutting around construction site.
Scratch at the ground with your foot while you strut.
4- Gently coo to the pigeon with this pattern:
<coo COO coo coo coo coo>
5- Repeat steps three and four over and over until the pigeon comes out.
You have just done the most ancient and secretive of pigeon rituals: the
courting. You have just offered your hand, as well as other select parts
of you, in marriage to the pigeon. The pigeon, suddenly becoming overcome
with lust, will find some way to get out of the pipe, even if it means
chewing off it's own wings and making miniature pigeon rope with it's
sinews. The bird will be in no condition to fly away, and your snake can
feast at leisure......
Unfortunately, this technique does not work with ping pong balls, because
I have yet to find out what turns them on, and whether they have any
special rituals......
Vlad
craig_lewis
da...@gryphon.elec.qmw.ac.uk (whisky dave) writes:
>
> Father takes his two children to school using his flashy new sports car.
> It's dark and raining but he decides to go for it at 90 MPH (some will
> have to convert it themselves) the car swerves hits a tree does a flip and
> lands on the roof. After about an hour the youngest crawls out from
> underneath but it appears the others are dead. So he walks along the road
> until he's picked up and given a lift to the police station. An ambulance
> is called and the eldest child and father are taken to hospital, the
> father is found to be DOA.
> The child is taken striaght to theartre to be operated on. The surgeon
> arrives but before operating says 'I can't operate on this child he's my
> son'
>
> So the question being Who is the surgeon?.
Sexism rears it's ugly head again.. The surgeon is the boy's mother.
I suppose it's just too easy for some people to think that a surgeon has to be a
man.
Cheers,
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> If you can answer this correctly, you get absolutly nothing.
>I was about 12 when told this so some bits and things are vague, bit like
>the rest of me.
>
>Scene : Family sitting at the table at breakfast (not very gothic sorry)
>
>Father takes his two children to school using his flashy new sports car.
>It's dark and raining but he decides to go for it at 90 MPH (some will
>have to convert it themselves) the car swerves hits a tree does a flip and
>lands on the roof. After about an hour the youngest crawls out from
>underneath but it appears the others are dead. So he walks along the road
>until he's picked up and given a lift to the police station. An ambulance
>is called and the eldest child and father are taken to hospital, the
>father is found to be DOA.
>The child is taken striaght to theartre to be operated on. The surgeon
>arrives but before operating says 'I can't operate on this child he's my
>son'
>
>So the question being Who is the surgeon?.
His mum. Tricky one, that :-/
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: So the question being Who is the surgeon?.
Very amusing, but I can't see it happening in the NHS, old boy.
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Rebecca Anne Harris
>proud owner of a very small winged rodent (handcrafted with looooove).
>
>You are in a concrete room. There is a steel pipe 25cm in length
>cemented into the center of the concrete floor. The pipe protrudes
>about 15cm. A ping-pong ball is dropped down the pipe. There is a
>fraction of a centimeter clearance around the ping-pong ball and the
>pipe.
>
>Your task is to get the ping-pong ball out of the steel pipe undamaged.
turn the room upside down so that the ping-pong ball can fall out.
---Rebecca, loyal MacGyver fan
Bob
>In article <3iibrj$4...@epsilon.qmw.ac.uk>, b...@dcs.qmw.ac.uk (Bob) says:
>[bits cut]
>>Who's adept at doing that with proper lipstick & a reflection in a
>>moving bus window at night.
><golf clap> I obviously just need lots more practice. Or something.
What the hell is a golf clap? Is that some kind of sports related
injury or something?
Bob
Jennifer A. Knipper
She's the kids mother.
alt.gothic.feminism
oddlystrange
(who recalls a similar story from her youth involving an airline
pilot and Jane Goodall)
Edward Johnson
: If you can answer this correctly, you get absolutly nothing.
This question is deceptively easy, yet I'm constantly surprised
how many people get it wrong. (I didn't get it the first time myself)
The surgeon is the boy's mother.
Ever and Always
Edvamp
rage
>What the hell is a golf clap? Is that some kind of sports related
>injury or something?
Let me just begin by saying, *no*, I am not interested in sports!!! That
said...You've never heard of a golf clap? It's a terribly polite, virtually
inaudible clap - the kind one hears at golf tournaments because one wouldn't
want to disturb those hard-working golfers, would one?
rachel
no, *really*, I've never been to a golf tournament....
rage
says:
>>rachel
>>no, *really*, I've never been to a golf tournament....
>
>But Darling, I thought that's what you did every weekend.
That's right, my dear. Start the crusade to destroy what little
credibility I have here. :P You *know* I spend my weekends in any one of
the few places in this town that serve cider.
Golf. <sneer>
rachel
who's wondering if bad timing in real life can seep into the timing of
one's posts...
nihil
: How will you bring the pigeon home for Ramses, using the materials you
: have already seen at the construction site? Bonus points if Ramses gets
: to kill the pigeon himself (and Ramses won't tolerate you holding him by
: the tail down a pipe).
Piss down the pipe! Oh, uh, is this the right thread?
<> nihil <> colb...@uidaho.edu <>
Nic Gibson
>
>That's right, my dear. Start the crusade to destroy what little
>credibility I have here. :P You *know* I spend my weekends in any one
of
>the few places in this town that serve cider.
Which one? I can think of 3. I'm sure there's a problem when I fancy
going
out for a drink in a bar that's several thousand miles away. At least
the Gingerman serves Guinness (alright, so do the other two).
>Golf. <sneer>
:P
>who's wondering if bad timing in real life can seep into the timing of
>one's posts...
Well... No comment.
Nic
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lisa kerns
|> The child is taken striaght to theartre to be operated on. The surgeon
|> arrives but before operating says 'I can't operate on this child he's my
|> son'
|>
|> So the question being Who is the surgeon?.
|>
Phaah! His mother.
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>
>
>She's the kids mother.
NO NO NO!!!!!
You see, the father in car was Josef, and others that died in the crash
were Jesus's brothers.
Jesus is brought to surgeon, who says: I can't operate my son.
You see, surgeon was God!
Desmodus Rotundus
Hail Eris!
rage
>
>In article <3j4hnm$r...@boris.eden.com>, ra...@eden.com (rage) says...
>>
>>That's right, my dear. Start the crusade to destroy what little
>>credibility I have here. :P You *know* I spend my weekends in any one of
>>the few places in this town that serve cider.
>
>Which one? I can think of 3.
Reread & you'll notice I said "any one of...", meaning I go to all three that you're
thinking of at different times. Tonight it'll be the Dog & Duck because the GingerMan
doesn't have food. Pity really.
>I'm sure there's a problem when I fancy going
>out for a drink in a bar that's several thousand miles away. At least
>the Gingerman serves Guinness (alright, so do the other two).
You always griped about the Guinnes they (and the Dog & Duck and Lovejoy's) served!
(And, btw, I don't think it's a problem. I wouldn't mind spending a few hours/days in
ULU. Think they'd let me stay after I strangle Lambert? :))
>>who's wondering if bad timing in real life can seep into the timing of
>>one's posts...
>Well... No comment.
Exactly!
rachel
Nic Gibson
>
>Reread & you'll notice I said "any one of...", meaning I go to all three that you're
>thinking of at different times. Tonight it'll be the Dog & Duck because the GingerMan
>doesn't have food. Pity really.
OK. I'm lingustically challenged.
>
>You always griped about the Guinnes they (and the Dog & Duck and Lovejoy's) served!
I griped about the Guinness in the Dog & Duck one night! OK, I then drank something
else there so I wouldn't know if it had improved, but...
>(And, btw, I don't think it's a problem. I wouldn't mind spending a few hours/days in
>ULU. Think they'd let me stay after I strangle Lambert? :))
I suppose it would make a change from sitting around in corners grinning drunkenly.
Jonathan Brown
: In article <davew-23029...@davemac.elec.qmw.ac.uk>, da...@gryphon.elec.qmw.ac.uk (whisky dave) writes:
: |> father is found to be DOA.
: |> The child is taken striaght to theartre to be operated on. The surgeon
: |> arrives but before operating says 'I can't operate on this child he's my
: |> son'
: |>
: |> So the question being Who is the surgeon?.
it's the 90's, it could be his father:)
gr...@industry.org
IJ>lisa kerns (drl...@sdrc.com) wrote:
IJ>: In article <davew-23029...@davemac.elec.qmw.ac.uk>,
IJ>da...@gryphon.elec.qmw.ac.uk (whisky dave) writes:
IJ>: |> father is found to be DOA.
IJ>: |> The child is taken striaght to theartre to be operated on. The surgeon
IJ>: |> arrives but before operating says 'I can't operate on this child he's m
IJ>: |> son'
IJ>: |>
IJ>: |> So the question being Who is the surgeon?.
IJ>: |>
IJ>it's the 90's, it could be his father:)
hey, for that matter, it could be his father as a minion of undead
[mummy, vampire, revenant, movie sequel...]
i am grAe
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