Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Paco Camino will return when he feels better.
What a freakin' whiner. Mildred should've slapped him and put a roofie in his Nyquil.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Decadent Smut: The Libertines, 1973
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Paco Rocks! The Plasmatics "Masterplan" live 1981
The Plasmatics completely defile purse-clutching housewives who made the mistake of wandering into Tom Snyder's Tomorrow Show studio on the wrong day in 1981.
Stupid copyright. Here's some replacement W.O.W.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
WHAT SORT OF MAN READS PACO CAMINO?
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.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
WHAT SORT OF MAN READS PACO CAMINO?
He’s an international photographer who calls the shots. A well-dressed mod that knows how to load a camera (with Kodak film of course), his dark tourist magnetism always lowers eyeglasses and hikes skirts. Noticing two marvelous women sharing a bottle of wine on a warm fall afternoon, the Paco Camino Man could use even the cheesiest of lines and still get laid. “Sei il motivo per cui hanno inventato il ghioccio per raffreddare!” How’s he do it? Because he’s a crotch rockateer hung like a Galliano bottle who digs Harvey Wallbangers, Golden Cadillacs, Flaming Lamborghinis and Rusty Trombones, which are often popular in Swedish pubs and sex farms in Amsterdam.