Riddle me this...
The cake, which is a lie, a leet percentage of pie. The digits of that rhyme, within them held the crime. Cryptic clues asunder, I’ll let you wonder. To far was this taken? Let us do some baking.
waits for the answer
The cake, which is a lie, a leet percentage of pie. The digits of that rhyme, within them held the crime. Cryptic clues asunder, I’ll let you wonder. To far was this taken? Let us do some baking.
waits for the answer
