…..your bush ain’t better then mines, mines is ready to go all the time. It stays moist, especially when I climb. I keep it trimmed, so it won’t get tangled with other bushes if they bump, they be coming in clumps, I have to cover mines when I hump, it blows back when I jump, when I wash it lays down like the bush in front of my rump. I keep it clean and then I apply some sheen; yeah that looks mean. My bush is extra cushion no matter if I’m pulling or pushing; but I hit my head and got a contusion, it gave me confusion; I can’t tell if I need to clean a wound or start dou’ching; it’s like discovering gravity like Isaac Newton, It’s no disputing, my bush is hard to kill like Rasputin.