All of the organs of the body were having a meeting, trying to decide who was in charge...
"I should be in charge," said the brain, "because I run all the body's systems, so without me nothing
would happen."
"I should be in charge," said the blood, "because I circulate oxygen all over, so without me you'd all
waste away."
"I should be in charge," said the stomach, "because I process food and give all of you energy."
"I should
be in charge," said the legs, "because I carry the rest of you all over the place."
"I should be in charge," said the
rectum, "because I'm responsible for waste removal.
All the other body parts laughed at the rectum and insulted him, so in a huff, he shut down tight.
Within a few days, the brain had a terrible headache, the legs were weak and wobbly, the stomach was bloated, and the blood
was toxic.
Eventually, the other organs gave in. They all agreed that the rectum should be the boss.
The moral of this story?
You don't have to be smart or important to be the boss, just an asshole.
