Reminds me of the old joke told by Godfrey Cambridge.

A man of colour is beseaching God:

M: "Lord, why is my skin so dark?"
G: "So when you're out in the hot African sun you don't burn your skin."
M: "Why are my legs so long?"
G: "So when you are chasing after prey you will be able to catch it more quickly."
M: "Why is my hair so curly?"
G: "So when you are going through the thorn thickets you don't get your scalp scratched."
M: "One last question Lord."
G: "Yes, what is it?"
M: "Lord, what the hell am I doing in Cleveland?"