All the organs of the body wer having a meeting, trying to decide who was the one in charge.

"I should be in charge," said the brain, "because i run all the bodys sistems, so without me nothing would happen."

"I should be in charge," sed the blood, "because i circulate oxygen all over, so without me, u’d all waist away."

"I should be in charj," sed the stomach because i process food and giv all of u energy."

"I should be in charj," sed the legs, "because i carry the boddy werever it wants to go."

"I shood be in charj," sed the ies, "because i alow the boddy to see wair it is going.

"I shood be in charj," sed the rectum, "because i’m responsable for waist rimooval."

Aul of the uther boddy parts lafd at the rectum and insulted him, so in a huf, he shut doun tite.

>Within a few days, the brane had a terrable hedake, the stummac was bloted, the legs got wobly, the ies got wautery and the blud was toxic. Thay all disided that the rectum shood be the boss.

>The Moral of the story? The asshole is usualy in charj.