The Comedy of all Comedy's (Not really)

Who Is The Boss

All of the organs are deciding who should be the boss:

"I should be the boss," said the brain , "I run all the body's systems, without me nothing would happen."

"I should be the boss," said the heart , "I circulate oxygen and nutrients all over."

"No! I should be the boss," said the stomach, "I process the food that gives us energy."

"I should be the boss," said the legs, "without me the body couldn't go anywhere."

"I should be the boss," said the eyes, "I allow the body to see where it goes." "I should be in charge," said the anus, "I am responsible for waste removal."

All of the other body parts laughed at the anus and insulted him. So he shut down. Within a few days, the brain had a terrible headache, the stomach was bloated, the legs got wobbly, the eyes got watery, and the heart pumped toxic blood. They all decided that the anus should be the boss.

What is the moral of the story? Even though everybody else does all of the work the ass hole is usually the boss.