Wasn't he, though?
Oh bring me back the days of a cartoon camel and a staffordshire terrier to sell me cigarettes and beer.
This was 1991. A few years later, I spent 8 weeks eating lunch on the balcony of 1515 Broadway looking directly into Mark Wahlberg's crotch, which had replaced the penis-like proboscis (some have said) of Mister Joseph Camel, Esq.
Okay, I'm lying about the last part. I don't really know if Joe Camel was a lawyer.