Down at the racetrack he’s known as the horse whisperer bookie. Some folks maintain he’s the first sign of the leisure suit apocalypse. Hee-haw all you want, but you can bet good money this plaid stallion always entices foxy fillies, and he certainly doesn’t need binoculars to see this fine-ass thoroughbred jockeying hard for his conquering attention. The Paco Camino Man: hung like a full furlong, he’s the odds-on favorite to break in any woman and victoriously ride her all the way to the finish.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Posted by Feo Mateo at 12:09 AM