When the body was first made, all the parts wanted to be the boss.

The brain said, "since I control everything and do all the thinking, I 
should be the boss."

The feet said, "since I carry man where he wants to go and get him in 
position to do what the brain wants, then I should be the boss."

The hands said, "since I must do all the work and earn all the money 
to keep the rest of you going, I should be the boss."

And so it went with the eyes, the heart, the lungs, and all the other 
parts of the body, each giving the reason why they should be the boss.

Finally, the asshole spoke up and said it was going to be the boss.

All the other parts laughed and laughed at the idea of the asshole 
being the boss. The asshole got so angry that he blocked himself off 
and refused to function.

Soon the brain was feverish and could barely think, the feet felt like 
lead weights and was almost too weak to drag the body anywhere, the 
eyes grew bleary, and the hands hung useless at the sides. All pleaded 
with the brain to let the asshole be declared the boss. 

And so it happened; all the other parts did all the work and the 
asshole just bossed and passed out a lot of shit.

THE MORAL: You don't have to be a brain to be a boss, just an old 

Alternate moral: No matter how well things are going, it can all be 
shut down by a single asshole.