WHAT SORT OF MAN READS PACO CAMINO?

The kind that drives a bitchin’ Camaro, styles his hair to permed perfection, and totally rocks the shit out of J.Riggins stone-washed jeans & Chess King cable knit sweaters. Lustily following this mall stud home after spotting him down at the Sherman Oaks Galleria, the Paco Camino Man has scored major heat-seeking bulge attention from the hottest chick living west of Van Nuys Blvd. Wearing a designer skirt seemingly made from scraps of flimsy see-through fabric and a barely buttoned babydoll top, Raquel is a buku babe armed with a Louis Vuitton Noé Monogram bag containing a six pack of Schlitz talls, enough sticky bud to even give Spicoli permanent fucking brain damage, and a well-loved cassette of the Vision Quest soundtrack just begging to be inserted in a boom box. “Crazy For You” indeed.