Rose Orbottyan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Debrecen

She loud, honey, struttin round in them tight skirts – Halleluyer! – like she own the dang sidewalk. Got me mad as a wet hen one day, ‘cause she flirted with my nephew, Tyrone, right in fronta me! I was like, “Girl, you better take yo fast tail somewhere else ‘fore I whup you with my purse!” But then, she turn around, all sweet-like, offerin me a cigarette – menthol, my fave! – and I’m like, “Well, shoot, maybe you ain’t all bad.” Surprised me, chile, ‘cause I was ready to throw hands!

Mit, hol intézhetek?

After a solid hour of this madness, they finally get him down. He jumps down like he’s some kinda superhero. The crowd goes wild! I’m shoutin’ into the mic, “Orbottyan’s got its own Spiderman, folks!”

RCH mourns for Professor Ferenc Szűcs