Come see Paco Camino's new digs!

After three years of posting tons of obscure retro crap and general nonsense stupid shit, Paco Camino is stretching it's legs with the addition of a real website. I'd like to personally thank every loyal Paco Camino follower and anyone that's ever stumbled onto us looking for pop culture relics, but finding idiotic 'Dear Lisa' letters and ridiculous CD Bullshit or Not! quizzes. Don't worry, we'll leave the light on here, but the real party will be over at PacoCamino.com

FEO MATEO

WHAT SORT OF MAN READS PACO CAMINO?

Though it’s cold and lonely in the deep dark night, he can see paradise by the dashboard light. Trying to get all the way around the bases and score with his hot backup singer proved challenging. Would he love her forever? Need her? Never leave her? Make her feel so happy for the rest of her life? Will he take her away? Will he make her his wife? Baby, baby, just let him sleep on it. I know she’s got to know right now! (before they go any further), but damn, it never felt so good, it never felt so right, and they were praying for the end of time. But more importantly, the American Express card. The Paco Camino Man never leaves home without it.

Vintage Ad: U.S. Bongs, 1977