Footprints Jokes

Q: What do you call an elephant wearing pink earmuffs and a dress?
A: Anything you want, it can't hear you.
Q: Why is an elephant big, grey, and wrinkly?
A: Because, if it was small, white and smooth it would be an Aspirin.
Q: What's grey and white on the inside and red on the outside?
A: An inside out elephant.
Q: What is grey and not there.
A: No elephants.
Q: How do you shoot a blue elephant?
A: With a blue elephant gun, of course.
Q: How do you shoot a red elephant?
A: No, not with a red elephant gun. You strangle him until he turns blue, and then shoot him with a blue elephant gun.
Q: How do you shoot a green elephant?
A: Tell him a dirty joke so he turns red, strangle him until he turns blue, and then shoot him with a blue elephant gun.
Q: How do you shoot a yellow elephant?
A: Ever seen a yellow elephant? (Stup-pid, fuul, idyut!)
Q: Why are elephants wrinkled?
A: Have you ever tried to iron one?
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There are four elephants in a Volkswagon. How do you know when one went into your refrigerator?
Answer: There is a set of footprints in the butter!
How do you know when there were two elephants in the fridge?
Answer: There are two sets of footprints in the butter!
How do you know when there were three elephants in your fridge?
Answer: you have three sets of footprints in the butter!
How do you know when four elephants were in your fridge?
Answer: You have an empty Volkswagon!

One night I had a wondrous dream, One set of footprints there was seen, The footprints of my precious Lord, But mine were not along the shore. But then some stranger prints appeared, And I asked the Lord, “What have we here? ” Those prints are large and round and neat, “But Lord, they are too big for feet. ” “My child, ” He said in somber tones, “For miles I carried you alone. I challenged you to walk in faith, But you refused and made me wait. ” “You disobeyed, you would not grow, The walk of faith, you would not know, So I got tired, I got fed up, And there I dropped you on your butt. ” “Because in life, there comes a time, When one must fight, and one must climb, When one must rise and take a stand, Or leave their butt prints in the sand. ”