He gives fabulous 20-minute workouts in the driveway. Now you may be thinking, “I dunno, this guy looks full of beans for a PC Man.” Trust me folks—he’s all man. Paco Camino Man. A self-described closet poof, he’s an effeminate aerobic instructor with big, comforting hands and sometimes he can get as excited as a flaming hairdresser singing “Beauty School Dropout” at a Grease convention, but that hardly suggests he’s a kielbasa connoisseur. And don’t let his tight tank top and package-accentuating jean shorts fool you either, this soft-spoken stud can really put it where the sun don’t shine. Aerobically speaking. The Paco Camino Man. Neither sexually ambiguous or suspiciously bi-curious at all. I think. There’s some confusion here. Well anyway, Cheryl & Sandy are two smoking hot chicks working up a sweat with Sven and you are not. So eat your heart out there, hater.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
WHAT SORT OF MAN READS PACO CAMINO?
He gives fabulous 20-minute workouts in the driveway. Now you may be thinking, “I dunno, this guy looks full of beans for a PC Man.” Trust me folks—he’s all man. Paco Camino Man. A self-described closet poof, he’s an effeminate aerobic instructor with big, comforting hands and sometimes he can get as excited as a flaming hairdresser singing “Beauty School Dropout” at a Grease convention, but that hardly suggests he’s a kielbasa connoisseur. And don’t let his tight tank top and package-accentuating jean shorts fool you either, this soft-spoken stud can really put it where the sun don’t shine. Aerobically speaking. The Paco Camino Man. Neither sexually ambiguous or suspiciously bi-curious at all. I think. There’s some confusion here. Well anyway, Cheryl & Sandy are two smoking hot chicks working up a sweat with Sven and you are not. So eat your heart out there, hater.
Awesome. Totally fucking awesome. Where's my time machine when I need it?
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