You asked for it... you got it!! Just because we here at wanderingcaribou.com care, here is a page dedicated to our good friend Paco, a real P.I.M.P.

See, told you Paco was a P.I.M.P.

Here are Campbell, Bob, Paco and myself as recent arrivals in Wasaga Beach.

Here is Paco's injured skull after a tragic fall off the table in our hotel room.

There is Paco, pimp hat and all, in his element.

Here is Paco with Campbell and myself out at The DARD (night 1 at Wasaga). Paco's connections at the door saved Campbell the $10 cover.

Here is Paco hitting the dance floor at The Dard. ¿Quieres bailar?

Paco again at The Dard, fuzzy hand-cuff earring and all.

Once again.

Pierre, Paco and Bob on the terrace (or patio - for Matt and Pierre's benefit, fuckin Ontario) at The Dard.

There's that waitress with Paco. Ever been jealous of a watermelon?? Damn.

That's me with Paco on the terrace.

Paco returns to the dance floor...

Dardhoes.

Sorry patio-people, that wasn't much of a catch.

Day 2: Here's is Paco with the animator of the Canadian Beach Volleyball Championships.

Here is Mark relaxing in front of our motel room with Paco, listening probably to Celine Dion care of those guys behind Paco.

Here is Paco on night 2, this time with a DONG! (Now Bob is jealous of him, too). Paco is in fine form, with three beers, a cigarette, and two scotches (now I'm jealous again).

Here is Paco in front of Bananas on night 2. Those bastards at the door wouldn't let Paco in, so Paco tore it up on this table all night while we did a little drinky-drinky. Paco was ahead of us anyway.

Back at the hotel after Bananas, I was reduced to drinking Scotch out of a bowl.

Paco was up to no good on night 2. Here he is tea-bagging Campbell.

And here he is tea-bagging Matt

...And here he is tea-bagging Pierre.

Meanwhile, Bob and I were using desperate methods to get more Scotch into our systems.

Here is Matt as we were leaving Wasaga Beach.

Here is Paco in front of a Ontario Department of Justice building in Vaughn, his final resting place.

Here is Pierre trying on Paco's small, smelly, nasty T-shirt.

This is the part I don't like. We begged them to stop, but Matt & Pierre had a crazed look in their eyes and....

Paco had a tragic, tragic end. Matt said he was tasty, though. Say Matt, how does he compare to the taste of fourteen year-ol--- oh, forget about it.

That was a good trip. We all miss Paco, but I hear that next year his cousin, Miguel, is making an appearance. Be there or be camping with Greg!