All the organs of the body are having a meeting, trying to decide who is the one truly in charge.
“I should be in charge,” says the brain, “Because I run all the body’s systems, so without me nothing would happen.”
“I should be in charge,” the blood counters, “Because I circulate oxygen all over so without me you’d all waste away.”
“I should be in charge,” insists the stomach, “Because I process food and give all of you energy.”
“I should be in charge,” harrumph the eyes, “Because I allow the body to see where it goes.”
“I should be in charge,” says the rectum, “Because I’m responsible for waste removal.”
All the other body parts laugh at the rectum and insult him. So in a huff, he shuts down tight.
Within a few days, the brain has a terrible headache, the stomach is bloated, the eyes are watery, and the blood is toxic. They all decide that the rectum should be the boss.
The moral of the story?
Even though the others do all the work, an a---hole is usually in charge.

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