One day the parts of the body argued about who ought to be the boss.
The brain said, “I do the thinking around here, so I should be in charge.”
The hands said, “We do all the work around here, so we ought to be in charge.”
The feet said, “If we didn’t carry the body around, nothing cold get done, so we ought to be in charge.”
Every part of the body made its claim, until finally the rectum piped up, “I want to be in charge!”
All the others, who couldn’t agree among themselves, still laughed at the rectum’s claim. “Who ever heard of putting an anus in charge of anything?” said the brain. “Ewww, ick!” said the nose.
The rectum’s feelings were hurt. So it decided to shut down and do no more work. Then the brain became dull and vague, the hands became clumsy, the feet began to stumble.
All the other body parts apologized to the rectum, but refused to open up unless it would put in charge of the whole body. Eventually, they all agreed.
And the moral of the story:
You don’t need to be a big brain to be the boss, just a stubborn @sshole.