In sheer panic and fearing he was turning white and might have to start working for a living, he called his doctor and told him of his problem.
The doctor advised him to come to his office immediately. After an examination, the doctor mixed a concoction of brown liquid, gave it to Barack, and told him to drink it all.
Barack drank the concoction and replied, 'That tasted like bullshit!'
The doctor replied, 'It was, you were a quart low.
"the game of life of is not so much in holding a good hand as playing a poor hand well"