My nephew Noam Blum, a veteran of the Israeli army, offers up this doozy:

The angels come to God after he has finished with creation and ask why he has favored the Jews so heavily. “You’ve given them a land of milk and honey, of olives, barley, dates and pomegranates,” they say.”They’re gonna have have Nobel Prize winners, artists and scientists way out of proportion to their numbers. It’s not fair!” “Oh yeah?” God says. “Wait till you see the neighbors I gave them.”