Way back when the body was first formed, each of the different parts lobbied to be the big boss.
The legs said, "Since we carry the body to where it needs to be for food, to get away from predators, we should be boss."
The hands spoke up, saying, "Since we manipulate the world, make tools, carry things and are important for obtaining what the body needs, we should be boss."
The liver chimed in, saying,"Since I am the central hub of whole body metabolism, and determine what fuels are to be used and where they go, I should be boss."
The brain spoke with authority, claiming, "Since I run things overall, and without my directions and control, nothing would work right, and since I do all the thinking, of course I should be boss--no question."
And so it went, each part of the body making the case for it to be boss. Finally, the a**hole spoke up, saying, "Of course, I should be boss."
The brain snickered, saying, "Don't be a fool--you can't be boss, you're just an a**hole." All the other parts of the body nodded and laughed.
So, the a**hole didn't say another word. It just blocked itself off and refused to function. Soon, the legs felt like two heavy, slow things, the hands hung limply at the sides, the liver floundered and moaned, the heart fluttered helplessly, and the brain was too feverish to operate. All the different parts of the body pleaded with the brain--the most stubborn holdout--to give in and just let the a**hole be boss.
And so it finally happened, and the rest of the body "breathed" a sigh of relief. Each part did what it does best, while the new boss--the a**hole-- just passed a lot of sh*t.
Moral of the story: you don't have to be brains to be the boss, just an a**hole.