We are just like people. We grow, we get old, we die off. We come in many different colors. Black, white, brown. We come in a army, there are thousands of us, yet we have no war. But we will still die off over the years. What am I?
Answer is Hair.
Though my beauty is becoming, I can hurt you just the same. I come in many colors. You will always know my name. Some love me for one reason. Some may dislike me just as well. More than one of any color of me will surely always sell. What am i?
I normally have 100 or more teeth. I come in a variety of colors and sizes. People use me every day. At least, I hope they do. What am I?
I come in different colors and shapes. Some parts of me are curvy, some are straight. You can put me anywhere you like, but there is only one right place for me. What am I?
I contain faces of different colors for fun they get mixed with one another It's easy for them to hang outside their 'race' but it's quite tricky to put them back in their place With time and patience it can be done but to mix them up again is way more fun.
I like to think that I am a skill, not just some old technique. People do me to their ears or nose or tongue or cheek. What am I?
