WHO RULES?

The various parts of the body where having an argument over who was to be the boss of the body.
"It should be us", the arms said. "Without us you can't lift things, or eat or drive".
"No", the legs objected, "it should be us. Without us you can't go anywhere - you'll be stuck in one place forever".
"You're both wrong", chimed the mouth. "It should be me - without me, you can't communicate with the world; you can't eat or speak or laugh".
Throughout this debate, the arse sits quietly, then speaks up. "Actually", it said, "it should be me".
The other parts of the body fell about laughing at such a preposterous claim. "Don't be ridiculous", they all said together. "You're only an arse, what good are you?"
The arse, offended, replied, "fine, if I'm so useless, I'm going on strike". And so it did - just shut up shop.
Some hours passed. The other parts carried on as usual, arguing amongst themselves who was to be king.
More hours passed and the internal pressure began to build as a result of the arse's uncooperation. The other body parts started to feel it. Still the arse refused to work.
By the end of the day, the arms began to shake, the legs felt sluggish and heavy. The mouth spent its time trying not to vomit. "Okay", it said, "you win; now please start working again". The arse did, and things returned to normal, with it as boss of the body.

Moral of the story?

ARSEHOLES RULE THE WORLD!!