A Zebra dies and arrives at the Pearly Gates.
As he enters, he asks St. Peter, ‘I have a question that’s haunted me all of my days on earth. Am I white with black stripes, or am I black with white stripes?’
St. Peter said, ‘That’s a question only God can answer.’
So the zebra went off in search of God.
When he found Him, the zebra asked, ‘God, please – I must know Am I white with black stripes, or am I black with white stripes?’
God simply replied ‘You are what you are.’
The zebra returned to see St. Peter once more, who asked him, ‘Well, did God straighten out your query for you?’
The zebra looked puzzled.. ‘No sir, God simply said ‘You are what you are.”
St. Peter smiled and said to the zebra, ‘Well then, there you are. You are white with black stripes..’
The zebra asked St. Peter, ‘How do you know that for certain?’
‘Because,’ said St. Peter, ‘If you were black with white stripes, God would have said, ‘You is what you is..’
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12 thoughts on “The Zebra Conundrum”
Quite an interesting point here, I never could determine if a zebra is an animal that is black with white stripes or the other way around. But the answer white with black stripes on this joke makes some sense! (only if you consider black as being a less good color) 🙂
interestingly enough, its genetic. You can tell because they are born without stripes, and some are white and some are black.
I don’t get it…
Think about the different ways that black and white people talk and the grammar that they use…
It’s all there in black and white…
This only proves that god is white not the zebra, if god were black he would say you is what you is
And he spoke in English, so that makes him American/Brit, right?
no, he spoke in zebra. duh
God is all colours with polka dots
I like that 🙂
Zebras are born brown…
Racist!!!!
A racist is one who says things like this and means it in a nasty way. This was just a joke. If nobody said or did anything because they might offend someone, then their would be no fun and laughter in the world and no reason to smile and give thanks. Maybe that’s what your world is like, sorry to be you.