So there's this Pollock who absolutely idolizes black athletes. So much so that, after hearing about all the trannies who just go around "identifying as" women, he decides that instead of sex reassignment surgery, he wants to get race reassignment surgery.
So he consults a doctor to find out if it can be done. The doctor takes out a pen and a clipboard and starts making notes: "Well, if we add 8 inches to your height... add 4 inches to your dick... and darken your complexion by 60 percent... yes, I believe it can be done."
Great! says the Pollock, and they schedule the procedure for 3 months later. 3 months goes by and the Pollock gets more and more excited as the day approaches. He's just about ecstatic as the anesthesia takes hold and he goes under.
2 hours later, after sleeping off the anesthetic, he awakens to find the doctor and a couple nurses looking quite glum. The doctor looks down at the Pollock and says, with great contrition in his voice, "I am so sorry. Somehow, just before the operation commenced, there was a mixup with the numbers.
You see, we decreased your height by 60 percent... took 4 inches off your penis... and darkened your complexion by 40 percent. Worst of all, somehow, all of these factors together have reduced your IQ by 80 points. Sir, can you ever forgive me?"