Mr. Clean may be America's foremost superhero, what with all of the tough scrubbing and the twinkle miracles.
I was a fan as a little kid and wanted to be him.
Mom wouldn't let me wear an earring, so I clamped a three-ring notebook binder to my lobe and covered my head in soapy Brillo pads.
Master Clean hadn't lost his hair, yet.
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