Mr. Whipple is Dead

Friends,

More sad news out of the world of popular culture. Dick Wilson, who you most likely know as Mr. Whipple, has died. Mr. Whipple was the grocer who demanded that you don't squeeze the Charmin because, I suppose, compacted shit paper doesn't sell so well. He was for quite some time a television advertising icon, outstripping even the where's the beef crone, and BOMMs own, time to make the donuts guy (Michael Vale, the Dunkin Donuts baker who was eulogized by BOMM some time ago).

Mr. Wilson was, naturally, a mustachioed man. Probably one of the few immortal mustaches of the adverstising community. Yes, the Charmin company (some kind of shadowy global organization dominating the toliet paper industry) long ago replaced Mr. Whipple with those cute animated bears who are taking shits in the forest, but Mr. Whipple, and his catchphrase, will forever stay in our consciousness.

So, to celebrate Mr. Whipple's passing, and his life's work of preventing people from destroying Charmin toliet paper, let us brave the Christmas shopping crowds, grab some Angel Soft or another brand of toliet paper, and squeeze the shit out of it.


Here's to you Mr. Whipple. Thanks for the mustache

VAYA CON DIOS, SENOR WHIPPLE!