Some things that you should know (Part-II)

This is in continuation of my previous ramblings on an earlier post. Well, to those who missed that, be grateful to your guardian angel because that was censored stuff.
 Seriously.
 Don’t.
Okay, I lied. There isn’t anything particularly great in that post that would sate your curiosity, but saying don’t is one way to make you read that. My chain of discipline orientated educational institutions taught me that.
Moving on.. Humans are, undoubtedly, “The Boss” of this planet. You are free to disagree. But if you agree, who’s boss’ boss? God? Ultimate Truth? Money? Hmm, well, taking in account of the current scenario I should say, these answers to be wrong.  It is machines. Those who guessed it right can make a postal stamp of their face and dance like a gibbon gone barmy. And I’m a slave to a machine. Any more guesses? Washing Machine is the answer. And I’m confining myself from telling what to do for those who thought I was talking about my phone. Sorry, I lost my funny bone.
My washing machine has been washing my same old clothes for the last 24 hours. And still is. I think it is trying out for the scientists’dream of perpetual machine. And if I go near that detergent’s idea of roller coaster, that thing would scream as if Lucifer farted at its face. I don’t know where that analogy came from, but I hope it gives you the idea.My ex-mobile had issues on its own too. (Mobile phone guessers, excuse me. If you already did read the previous line, you are schizophrenic). My phone would automatically switch off itself when it got bored, and refuse to send messages if it’s a group message. And knowing myself and how things I use evolve under me, I let them have their way. They might be inanimate objects but they sure know how to govern us with their seemingly faulty evil circuit boards.
And we knew this already, but I feel like repeating it with a concrete example. Most well planned things never work out. If it did for you, go stuff pop corns in your ears. I‘m talking to actual people here, not machines that follow pre-programmed commands. Excuse us, please. Since, studying things on time wasn’t one of my major priorities in my academic life, and counting on extra marks for imagination didn’t work well enough, we engineered a plan. This is not a confession, just a prologue how screwed up things can go. We have a set of 16 objective questions before the eat-me-raw-if-you-know-these questions. The 16 Qs is more like a sick joke of the creator of question paper. It is designed in such a way that you won’t know more than 5 of it. Best part? Your friends might know the other five! So we made certain codes. Here you go.
(The letters on the shirt correspond to the answers to optional questions, in case you were wondering)

It would have looked fine if people didn’t have a sudden epidemic of itching buttocks. And the gradual increase of color of those who blushed at the thought of prickly bottoms.

Sigh. Some things are too good to be true, but at least we did watch others back. Literally.