SJW1: “When I was in college, they made us have our Social Justice Warrior meetings in a room with no tables or chairs...
SJW2: “Or windows!”
SJW3: “Or air!”
SJW4: “You were lucky. We had to meet in the bathroom.”
SJW2: “We didn’t have a room! We had to meet in the middle of the road and dodge the Priuses!”
SJW3: “Oh. We had to meet in a drainage ditch under the road in roaring flash floods and were forced to use Kleenex to wipe the ditch clean...”
SJW1: “Luxury. We had to meet in an open muddy sewage ditch in the middle of tornadoes, licking the sewage ditch clean while our SJW Counselor would slice us in two with a butter knife and dance hallelujah over us.”
SJW2, SJW3, SJW4: “Right. Things were so much better back then...”
“HEY HEY, HO HO...
WHAT THE HELL ARE WE AGAINST?
DAMNED IF WE KNOW!!!”