Zebra dies. It goes to heaven and meets Saint Peter.
- Zebra, - he says. - You were a good animal, you lived a great life, so welcome to Heaven. If you have any questions, be free to ask.
- Well... - zebra thinks for a moment. - For all my life I've been thinking, am I a black zebra with white stripes or a white zebra whith black stripes?
Saint Peter closes his eyes and breathes deeply.
- I'm not able to answer you this question, - he says. - You need to go to God.
Zebra goes to God, stands a great queue and few days later it meets Saint Peter again.
- Oh, hello, Zebra! How are you? Do you like your new home? Is everything alright?
- Yes, thank you. Everything is fine, - it smiles.
- Have you been to God's office? - asks Saint Peter.
- Yes, I have.
- So, did he answer your question?
- Well... Hi did, - says zebra. - But I didn't understand him.
- So, what was his answer? - asks Saint Peter.
- He said, you are, what you are.
- Oh, that's quite easy! - smiles Saint Peter. - You are probably a white zebra with black stripes.
- But how do you know? - zebra was amazed.
- Because if you were a black zebra with white stripes, the God would say, you is what you is.
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Zebra dies. It goes to heaven and meets Saint Peter.
- Zebra, - he says. - You were a good animal, you lived a great life, so welcome to Heaven. If you have any questions, be free to ask.
- Well... - zebra thinks for a moment. -Чё сука .. все англичанцы тут собрались невероятные?? Русские что-ль анеки закончились? Или знанье и любовь к ин.языкам в массы несём?...посредством говноконтента
Анекдот пиздец грустный на самом деле
Учу английский с АКБ
Я от этого паблика ожидала всё что угодно, но английские анекдоты про мертвых зебр это жёстко((
Я прочитал это голосом и акцентом Мутко, и анекдот стал смешнее раза эдак в огого
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Zebra dies. It goes to heaven and meets Saint Peter.
- Zebra, - he says. - You were a good animal, you lived a great life, so welcome to Heaven. If you have any questions, be free to ask.
- Well... - zebra thinks for a moment. - For all my life I've been thinking, am I a black zebra with white stripes or a white zebra whith black stripes?
Saint Peter closes his eyes and breathes deeply.
- I'm not able to answer you this question, - he says. - You need to go to God.
Zebra goes to God, stands a great queue and few days later it meets Saint Peter again.
- Oh, hello, Zebra! How are you? Do you like your new home? Is everything alright?
- Yes, thank you. Everything is fine, - it smiles.
- Have you been to God's office? - asks Saint Peter.
- Yes, I have.
- So, did he answer your question?
- Well... Hi did, - says zebra. - But I didn't understand him.
- So, what was his answer? - asks Saint Peter.
- He said, UBLUDOK MAT' TWOU! A NU IDI SUDA GOWNO SOBACH'E! A! SDURU RESHIL KO MNE LEZT' TI ZASRANETS WONUCHI MAT' TWOU! A? NU IDI SUDA POPROBUI MENYA TRAHNUT'! YA SAM TEBYA TRAHNU! UBLUDOK ONANIST CHERTOW BUD' TI PROKLYAT! IDI IDIOT! TRAHAI TEBYA I WSU TWOU SEM'U! GOWNO SOBACH'E GZLOB WONUCHI! DER'MO SUKA PADLA! IDI SUDA MERZAWETS NEGODYAI GAD! IDI SUDA TI GOWNO GZOPA!
- Zebra, - he says. - You were a good animal, you lived a great life, so welcome to Heaven. If you have any questions,
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Zebra dies. It goes to heaven and meets Saint Peter.
- Zebra, - he says. - You were a good animal, you lived a great life, so welcome to Heaven. If you have any questions, be free to ask.
- Well... - zebra thinks for a moment. - For all my life I've been thinking, am I a black zebra with white stripes or a white zebra whith black stripes?
-A tebya ebet cto li?! Da u nas za takie voprosy!!!!!
Zebra dies. It goes to heaven and meets Saint Peter.
- Блядь, кто сюда лошадь пустил? - he says. - Что это ха херня? Пошла нахер отсюда!
- Well... - zebra thinks for a moment. - For all my life I've been thinking, am I a black zebra with white stripes or a white zebra whith black stripes?
Saint Peter closes his eyes and breathes deeply.
- Чиво блять? - he says. - Ты по-каковски лопочешь вообще? Это ж надо, говорящая лошадь!
Zebra goes to God, stands a great queue and few days later it meets Saint Peter again.
- Опять ты сюда приперлась! Только вздумай кучу наложить! У тебя с головой вообще как, нормально?
- Yes, thank you. Everything is fine, - it smiles.
- И она ржет еще. Ты вообще понимаешь, что ты всё уже, околела? Что твой труп в овраге пидорашка доедает? - asks Saint Peter.
- Yes, I have.
- Чего "Йес?" Чего йес, блядь? Как ты меня заебала, у меня очередь!
- Well... Hi did, - says zebra. - But I didn't understand him.
- Чего? "Нахуй иди"? Ох, повезло тебе, что я святой, - asks Saint Peter.
- He said, you are, what you are.
- А, я понял. Это старый опять прикалывается, - smiles Saint Peter. - В прошлый раз Сталина в кружевном белье прислал, до того негра. А теперь вот лошадь. Вот доебался.
- But how do you know? - zebra was amazed.
- "бадь хау дю ю нёу"! Да чтоб ты провалилась!
And zebra provalilas'.