An Oklahoma farmer wakes up one morning and is shocked to notice that the skin on his face and scalp (from the eyebrows up) is as white as snow. The rest of his body is still deeply tanned from his daily exposure to the sun. Frightened and embarrassed, the Okie jams a hat on top of his head, quickly dresses, gets into his truck, and drives down the road and crosses the border into Texas to visit an old acquaintance who happens to be a retired physician.
When he arrives at his friend's farm, he finds the doctor in the barn, and after closing and bolting the barn door, and swearing the doctor to secrecy, he removes his cap so his friend can see his shocking condition.
The doctor looks carefully at the Okie and tells him: "Well, I've got good news for you, and I've got bad news for you about your condition. The good news is: I can cure your condition, the cure is readily accessible and fast acting, and the treatment, though unpleasant, is not painful. The bad news is the cure is really, really unpleasant."
The Okie tells the doctor to proceed with the treatment as he cannot walk around with the top of his head colored white. The doctor excuses himself and exits the barn. He returns to his friend a few minutes later carrying a large, stainless steel pitcher covered with a clean white colored handkerchief. He asks if the Okie is still determined to undergo the treatment, and the Okie says he is even more determined to complete the treatment no matter how unpleasant it is. The doctor tells him: "You need to drink the entire contents of this pitcher and keep it down. I know it's unpleasant, and my best advice is to just chug it down at one time and not take any breaks whatsoever."
The Okie struggles, but manages to drink the entire contents of the pitcher and retain it per the doctor's instructions. "Whew, Doc, that stuff was FOUL", said the Okie. "Yes, I know", said the Doctor. "But you did a good job and should be right as rain shortly." "Okay" said the Okie, who then added "Wow! That stuff, on top of tasting bad, smells bad too! In fact, and I'm not trying to hurt your feelings, Doc, but that stuff smells like bull, uh, poop." "It was", said the Doctor. "You were a quart low."
Regards,
Dave
