The Manager
The brain said, "Since I control everything and do all the thinking, I should be the
manager."
The feet said, "Since I carry man wherever he wants to go and get man in position to
do what the brain wants him to do, I should be the manager".
The hands said, "Since I do all the work and earn all the money to keep the rest of you
going, I should be the manager."
The eyes said, "Since I must look out for all of you and tell you where danger lurks,
etc., I should be the manager."
And so it went on - the heart, the lungs, the ears, etc., and finally the asshole spoke
up and demanded that it should be the manager. All the other parts laughed and
laughed at the very idea of asshole being manager.
Asshole was so angered that he blocked himself off and refused to function. Soon the
brain was feverish, the feet were too weak to walk and the hands hung simply at the
sides. The lungs and heart struggled to keep going. All pleaded with the brain to relent
and let the asshole be the manager, and so it happened. All the body parts did all the
work and the asshole just supervised and passed out a load of shit.
The moral of this story is:
"You don't have to be a brain to be a manager - just an asshole!"