a cuppa Kupchella
nothing screams “spring is here” than having an impromptu lunch with slootie. since she had to pick something up from my stoner cousin’s house, she was in my neck of the woods. we hit d’amico & sons off of hwy 55. half way through lunch she notices tall-drink-of-water rick kupchella a few tables away. those kare 11 guys are all over the place! reminded me to tell of the times i’ve run into jeff passolts brother. but kupchella was leaving, so we didn’t have time to put our tramp on. anyway, he’s huge! like 6″4. and we spent a good 2-3 minutes checking out his ass as he walked out with some tiny little blonde thing (we assumed it was his wife, since they kissed in the parking lot).
and sadly, kupchella has no ass. time for some implants dude. the tan dockers he was sporting went from belt to knee with nothing in between. there is always some fatal flaw with tall, dark, handsome men.