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"One of the first places we went to was the leaning tower of Pisa. It was really neat."
"Cool. Did you go up inside it?"
"No, we couldn't, since George is a cripple. But we did go to visit the Cathedral of Notre Dame in Paris. That was really neat."
"Cool. Did you go up inside it?"
"No, we couldn't, since George is a cripple. But we did go to visit Big Ben in London."
"Cool. Did you go up inside it?"
"No, we couldn't, since George is a cripple. But we did attend mass at the Vatican."
"Really? What happened?"
"Well, the Pope made the sign of the cross, and George dropped his right crutch, and he dropped his left crutch."
"Cool. What happened then?"
"George fell on his ass. He's a cripple, you know."
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"My arms are so weak I can hardly lift this cup of coffee," said one.
"I know what you mean. My cataracts are so bad I can't even see my coffee," replied another.
"I can't turn my head because of the arthritis in my neck," said a third, to which several nodded weakly in agreement.
"My blood pressure pills make me dizzy," another contributed.
"I guess that's the price we pay for getting old," winced an old man as he slowly shook his head.
Then there was a short moment of silence.
"Well, it's not that bad," said one woman cheerfully. "Thank God we can all still drive."
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All the organs of the body were having a meeting, trying to decide who was in charge.
The brain said: "I should be in charge, because I run all the body's systems, so without me nothing would happen."
"I should be in charge," said the heart, "because I pump the blood and circulate oxygen all over the body, 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 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, and the blood was toxic. Eventually the other organs gave in. They all agreed that the rectum should be the boss.
The moral of the story?
You don't have to be smart or important to be in charge... just an *sshole.
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