Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Vintage Ad: Thrones of Distinction, 1973
Who wouldn't want a lucite toilet seat embedded with butterflies? Butterflies that died for the comfort of your ass. Finally, someone is catering to the luxury minded.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
WHAT SORT OF WOMAN READS PACO CAMINO?
She’s a wet dream swimsuit model. A sun-worshipping goddess so incredibly hot and sexy, she can’t even keep her bikini top on. Lovingly lavished by warm rays of tropical sunshine and intoxicating ocean breezes, you can almost taste the cocoa butter massaged deep into her flawless, nubile skin. Those exotic doe eyes. Those pouty lips innocently parted by her soft fingers. That insanely awesome body. Auuughhh. The Paco Camino Woman. Credited with generating once a year interest in sports mags, she’s also responsible for lengthening frequent trips to the bathroom by teenage boys.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
WHAT SORT OF MAN READS PACO CAMINO?
He’s a kickass film director with more balls than a drunk Hollywood stuntman. Every day he tells producers and writers to go fuck themselves with all their stupid bullshit. So what if he’s directing an outer space disaster flick set in the year 3011? If he wants to substitute an old-timey stagecoach bank robbery involving a naked brothel wench taking an outdoor sponge bath in an antique tub, he’ll freaking do it. Ever the genius script revisionist, he’ll also film a Lincoln assassination sequence complete with skateboard sword fight in a 1960’s Play-Doh factory. Laugh now, but come next award season, the Paco Camino Man will be collecting some serious hardware, but tonight, he’ll wield a different kind of hardware with a wet & sexy movie extra.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
WHAT SORT OF MAN READS PACO CAMINO?
He’s on a drug called Charlie Sheen. It’s not available. If you try it once, you will die. And dying is for fucking amateurs. Your face will melt off and your children will weep over your exploded body. You see, people can’t process him with a normal brain because he has tiger blood and Adonis DNA. He even cures diseases with his mind, and lives with porn star goddesses. His life is perfect. It’s awesome. Everyday is just filled with wins. They say it’s lonely at the top, but he sure likes the view. The Paco Camino Man. He’s tired of pretending he’s not special, like he’s not a bitchin’ rock star from Mars.
Sunday, March 06, 2011
Thursday, March 03, 2011
Wednesday, March 02, 2011
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