If you could snap your fingers and have the answers appear immediately with no effort on your part, what are some bits of trivia that you would want solved or answered?
The sky’s the limit.
What’s the ultimate question, i.e., the one with the answer “forty two”?
Who wrote the book of love?
Who put the bop in the bop-she-bop-she-bop?
Who put the ram in the rama-lama-ding-dong?
How many roads must a man walk down before they call him a man?
How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop?
Where did I put my keys?
I know the answer to that one: you’ll find your keys in the last place that you look for them.
Not if the keys aren’t found before he quits looking.
The question was “How many roads must a man walk down?” (revised by the Two hyper-intelligent pan-dimensional beings who commissioned the Earth in the first place)
After I find my keys I like to continue looking for them, just to prove people wrong. 
Is your refrigerator running?
Do you have Prince Albert in a can?
Does this look infected to you?
If every porn star in the world were laid end-to-end, how much would the video retail for?
Are we talking head to foot or front to back?
No, it was “what do you get if you multiply six by nine?”
Does this make me look fat?
54?
I believe I did say “end-to-end.” 
I’ll rephrase…top end to bottom end or front end to rear end?
Yes, base thirteen.
I lost a school library book when I was in first grade (so 1981?). I’m pretty sure it fell out of my bag on the way home, but retracing my steps several times turned up nothing. I’d like to know what happened to that book exactly. It was about the Solar System, if that helps. Thanks.
This one is easy.
It was picked up at approx. 10:30 am by Sally Van Op Dorp, on her way to the corner store to get a pack of Marlboros. It was used to prop up her the left front leg of her sewing machine table for about three years, until her nephew(9 year old Gregory Stilton) found it, replaced it with two issues of House Beautiful, and took it home…where it stayed in his closet, unread, until Mrs. Stilton sold it during a garage sale to raise money for Gregory’s education(a year and a half at the Columbia School of Broadcasting). It was bought by the current librarian at your very own grade school, Mrs. Sullivan-Phillips, who recognized the school imprint, and is now safely back in the hands of its original owners.
…are belong to us.