Hard Riddles

My tongue hangs out as I run over fields and streets all day. I get tied up every morning and untied at night.

Neither bought nor sold but more valuable than gold. It is built but not by hand. What is it?

Never alive but practically extinct. How we miss the letters pressing the ribbon of ink. What is it?

Not a burden for its weight and daily carried out, He who takes it wishes it had never come about

Once they sailed the sea, now they surf the web

One day a little boy named John went over to his parents and said that he wanted to shoot people and blow them up. His parents were really proud of his career choice. What does John want to do?

Only two backbones and thousands of ribs.

Pair me with baking, I turn from colored to white, I’m dirt cheap; in stores and restaurants I abound. When I use my alias I can make quite a noise, Or in music, a much more well-liked sound.

People are hired to get rid of me. I’m often hiding under your bed. In time I’ll always return you see. Bite me and you’re surely dead.

People like this usually live in rural areas, unless they are lucky enough to strike oil and move to Beverly Hills.

Pirates put their booty in it.

Plant whose name sounds like a dish full of dairy spread.

Plow and hoe, reap and sow, What soon does every farmer grow?

Put into a pit, locked beneath a grate, guarded through the night, yet it still goes out.