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"I joined the Tribal Grunting Club because I thought the name was a crude euphemism for sexy times," complained neophyte grunter Alec Jorgensen '13. "But when I went to my first meeting last week, I was surprised, to say the least."
The proceedings of a recent meeting of the Tribal Grunting Club have left some members
bemused and confused.
According to Jorgensen, the meeting opened with an in-depth critique of Arthur Janov's
theories of primal therapy: "That section of the minutes just says 'Aporia as to the efficacy of abreactive discharge as a means of ameliorating the dross of unfulfilled exigencies of the proto-consciousness.' I mean, what?"
He continued: "the fuck?"
The discussion segued into a heated debate between the conservative "theory first" and the
radical "pro-praxis" contingents of the club. According to the minutes, the leader of the first group, MCM concentrator Marcus Jones '11, appears to have argued for a deeper examination of the theoretical foundation of tribal grunting. The head of the opposing faction, Homo erectus Thog '12, retorted, "ugh ooog ghuuUUUG" and began flinging his feces around the room.
At this point, the minutes devolve into incoherent jumbles, records of the ravings of a troubled mind. Also present is some transliterated grunting.
Jorgensen says he is not sure whether he will continue attending meetings. "I mean, on one hand, it felt great to let loose and just gruuuuunt. Mmm. But I feel like some people abused that safe, expressive space. There's a time and place for everything, but this isn't it. Keep your psychobabble in your pants, man."
