Dick Wilson, better known as "Mr. Whipple" has died at the age of 91. This icon of my childhood to present torment. From 1964 to 1985 he made more than 500 commercials extolling housewives everywhere to "Please don't squeeze the Charmin". He himself was a closet squeezer.
I have to admit, I'm a little sad that he is gone. The jokes, the teasing, the torture, the laughter that I have endured my entire life, will never die. As most of you know, I have two middle names, the initials of which are "T. P." All the teehees at the grocery store, the bank, and anywhere I might need to show my driver's license will continue. I have, however, learned to work it to my advantage. I make myself the punch line of the joke when I meet people, then they never forget my name. I mean, really, how many Charmen's are you going to meet in your lifetime?
So, farewell Mr. Whipple. Thank you for your contribution to the butt of the joke of my life. You will be missed!
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