It was a mean, hot summer afternoon. After we ate a big, ole’ picnic lunch, the grill sorely needed a good scrubbin’. Problem was, our wussy brushes did a piss-poor job. The grill was still nasty after those good-for-nuthin’ brushes quit out on us. Now, this was a problem that needed solvin.’ We had to make a better brush. ‘Cause we’re Texans, dammit.