The History of the Red Brush
HOW WE GOT STARTED
THE Ah-ha! (that feels good) moment
I first discovered the amazing satisfaction of using an implement to scratch my scrotum when I came home after a long day at work, ready for a relaxing night with my wife, Ricky. But one thing stood in the way of true relaxation—I needed to have a good scratch.
Being a gentleman, I excused myself and went into the powder room, where I found a cheap, red, plastic brush in a drawer.
Until that time, like most guys, I had simply used the “finger-nail” method (and yes, I washed my hands afterward). I don’t know what possessed me to try this red brush on my testes, but damn– it was satisfying!
Not only did I relieve my itch, but it was like I had found a magic wand that transported me to nut-sac Nirvana– For Real!
THE RED BRUSH
Since I had found the red brush in the back of an obscure drawer in the powder room, I assumed it was of no real importance to anyone and I made it mine, kind of like Gollum and his Precious ring! (Ricky eventually told me that the red brush had been left behind by her ex-husband. LOL) Pretty quickly, the word got out, and my wife Ricky and the kids realized that the red brush was totally off limits. It was no longer qualified for use above the waist or by anyone other than me.
Fast forward over 30 years later...the “red brush” has been a source of amusement for close friends and family, and a source of daily relief for me.