Questions

A little man is holding his life (presented here as a gracious plant). “Why am I doing this?” murmurs the man while feeling the urge to scratch vigorously his itchy ass.

A lonely question is glowing in the darkness, waiting for possible friendly answers.

“Are you pointing at me?” asks the first one. “No, you are pointing at me!” replies the second.

Once a testicle proposed a threesome sex to a pair of figs. “What do you think, darling?” he kept acting indecently. “Everyone of us prefers a threesome sex with you and your pair-brother. What do think, darling?” At the end of the day all of them stopped asking question and did some action. Finally.

A small existential question about the meaning of life is sleeping his winter slumber somewhere over there under the friendly snow.

A real nightmare – a little man has a dream that his better half committed suicide by hanging herself, while the bad one enjoys a nice and tender treatment coming from the same nightmarish creature who hanged the better half. “Can I change the places of the two halves?” he screams in his dream. In reality there is no sound coming out of his trembling lips. His wife sleeping next to him would not like this.

“Can I refer (in my dreams) to the most erotic image in my head as “Negro ass” or should I use the proper, politically -correct phrase?” a shy middle-aged man asked a volunteer-for-helping-people-in-need on the street. “If you can’t get a hard-on, don’t try to be too politically-correct” the satisfactory answer came right on time.

Two questions marks having a 69, late-afternoon, sex.

A square enters a triangle cave. “And if one of us – me or the cave – gets pregnant is the baby going to be a circle one; and if so, would that be good or bad?”, the square feels responsible.

“Maybe”, answered a passing-by (on the way to some flies) spider, who loved to answer floating in the air questions.

“Am I on the top of an island or the island is.....?” and right there the poor castaway got stuck and couldn’t figure the end of the question which was very helpful his solitude not to look so desperately boring.

“To be or not to be?” seems to be a really dumb question but I can’t figure out a better one, ” he was really tired.