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I met Mr. Clean once! I was taller than him and he called me “Shorty”… I’m heartbroken!
I’m disrespectful to dirt. Can you see that I am serious? Can you do any less?
When I was a child, I thought “ammonia” was “pneumonia” and always associated Mr. Clean with illness.
That I would grow up to be a total OCD clean freak, and would one day read of Mr. Peters’ death of pneumonia, seems too rich.
My mom told me that whenever a Mr. Clean commercial came on, I would run screaming from the room. Prophetic, if you ever see my house.
Ironically, they buried him in dirt:
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