Of riddles and physical exertion

Last night at youth group we sat around telling riddles. I was like there is NO POSSIBLE way these could be even remotely solvable.

The one we couldn't figure out:
Two men were in a room with 53 bicycles. One man pulls out a gun and shoots the other - why?

From yes or no questions we were able to deduce that the bikes didn't have handles or wheels, were made of wood, only three inches tall and that the number of bikes had something to do with it. Finally, Chris is so mad he jumps up and yells, "I know why he shot him! It was because he was fed up with his stupid riddle!!!!!!"

I looked it up this morning and....




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The man realized that the other man was cheating and shot him.
Talk about anger management.



Then we played a rousing game of ultimate frisbee. Adrenaline was pumping! We were in a groove - I don't think we dropped two passes! I thought I was going to pass out, but I managed to stay in the game, playing amazing defense (for me) hitting full court passes and scoring the first touchdown! Yeah! Technically, we lost by one point, but no one even cared because it was such a great game. :-)