retro-pop culture revolution part 1

As I gazed upon the pillar of subtle, hardware-oriented humor known as Tool Time and reflected on my own recent manliest of manly expeditions to the colonial town of Williamsburg, VA, the inspiration for my first entry came: the Tim Allen grunt.  This is a weapon in our male communication arsenal that has surely been underutilized.  The time has come to start affirming the burly behavior of our chest-haired brethren with a solid, animalistic series of grunts from the depths of our beer bellies - whether it be building something, blowing something up, pounding an inordinate amount of booze, gettin a beej, or just bustin' on some chick (however under no circumstances shall "broing out" be worthy of a grunt).  What worth do a man's actions have if they do not solicit the approval of his fellow dick-wielding warriors?  I say very little.  One may point to other gestures of male satisfaction.  But I contend high fiving and fist pumps do not capture the raw emotion of the TA grunt, especially with the gays recent attempts to claim hand gestures (soul poles excluded).  I am calling all men away from arms and to their guts, reach deep down and bellow out those grunts as the tool man taught us.  

PS. With respect to the no-underwear-showing-pants law - this is clearly an attempt to stifle the male of the species from two of his most defining activities - checking out fine ass and showing plumber's crack.  Also, myself and topsyturvy would be imprisoned for life.