The Boss

The Body decided to choose a new Boss. The Head said it should be the Boss, it was the one responsible to think and make decisions of what is best for the Body. The Eyes said they should be the Bosses because they indicated the way the Body should take in order to be safe. The Hands said they should be the Boss because they worked to keep the Body alive. The Arsehole said he should be the Boss, once he put all the toxic substances out of the Body, keeping it healthy and clean.

Everything laughed at him..."Just imagine, the arsehole..." So the Arsehole got angry and closed himself. Some days after, the Head got dizzy, the Eyes got dark and the Hands got weak, unable to make any movements. So all the parts of the Body begged the Arsehole to open himself and clean the Body. His answer, was that he would do that if he was elected the Boss. Everything voted for him.

Moral: You do not have to be able to think, to have vision or to be a hands on to be the Boss - you just have to be an arsehole.