I talked to the girl who tells horrible jokes again. She's now a server at the bar I met her at. I must not have been as drunk last night because she looked a little dumpier and I didn't try to get her number again. This was her joke:

A zebra dies and when it gets to heaven it asks St. Peter if it's a white zebra with black stripes or a black zebra with white stripes. Peter can't answer the question, so he refers it to God. The zebra asks God the same thing and God replies, "You are what you are." So the zebra says, "Oh, so I'm white then. Otherwise, you would've said, 'You is what you is.'"