Technology (Skit)

Gin: Man I don’t get that Ed: Get what? Gin: That texting shit Ed: And what’s wrong with texting? Gin: You mean aside from the fact that it’s the stupidest fucking thing in the world? I mean, why would anyone in their right mind spend fifteen minutes tryna type some shit they could have called and said in five seconds? Plus, it involves with your thumbs, which I just don’t approve of. Shit, I don’t know about you, but I don’t have time to read nothing that a motherfucker typed with his thumbs. Fun fact: nothing typed by someone’s thumbs has ever been important. It’s all just nigga technology anyway Ed: What’d you call it?! Gin: Nigga…technology…technology for niggas! And don’t start tripping and shit and calling me a racist ‘cause I don’t mean nigga in a disrespectful way. I-I mean it as a general term for ignorant motherfucker. Anybody of any race can be an ignorant motherfucker Ed: Shit, I be texting my ass off. Shit, bitches like texting. I be texting ‘em all the time. Matter of fact, I also be texting my weed man too, ‘cause you know he don’t like to be on the phone, so I text him Gin: Case. And. Point. So basically, nigga technology is anything that doesn’t plug into a printer. Does that plug into a printer? Ed: No Gin: Know why? ‘Cause niggas never have anything to print Ed: Three guards ain’t too bad Gin: Don’t forget your earplugs this time, Ed. Let’s go Ed: Hold up, my nigga, hold up Gin: Go time, nigga, let’s go Ed: I sent that bitch a smiley face. Bitches love smiley faces. OK, let’s roll