All the organs of the body were 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 body's systems, so without me nothing would happen." "I should be in charge," said the blood, "Because I circulate oxygen all over so without me you'd all waste away." "I should be in charge," said the stomach," Because I process food and give all of you energy." "I should be in charge," said the legs, "because I carry the body wherever it needs to go." "I should be in charge," said the eyes, "Because I allow the body to see where it goes." I should be in charge," said the rectum, "Because I'm responsible for waste removal." All the other body parts laughed at the rectum And insulted him, So in a huff, he shut down tight. Within a few days, the brain had a terrible headache, The stomach was bloated, The legs got wobbly, The eyes got watery, And the blood was toxic.. They all decided that the rectum should be the boss . The Moral of the story? Even though the others do all the work... An Arse Hole is usually in charge
Dolly Parton and the Queen end up at the Pearly Gates on the same day. They are both met with an Angel to find out if they would be admitted to Heaven. The Angel said 'Unfortunately, there's only one space in Heaven today so I must decide which of one of you will be admitted.' The Angel asked Dolly if there was some particular reason why she should go to Heaven. Dolly took off her top and said, 'Look at these, they're the most perfect breasts God ever created and I'm sure it will please God to be able to see them every day for eternity.' The Angel thanked Dolly, and asked Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth the same question. The Queen merely walked over to a toilet, pulled the lever and flushed it without saying a word. The Angel immediately said, 'OK, Your Majesty, you may enter Heaven' Dolly was outraged and asked, 'What was that all about..? I showed you two of God's own perfect creations and you turned me down. She simply flushed a commode and she was admitted to Heaven..! Would you explain that to me..?' "Sorry, Dolly", said the Angel, 'but even here in Heaven, a royal flush beats a pair - no matter how big they are.
I think this thread should be renamed the dying Bluetit! You do know the aim of the game is to score goals, don't you?......
