A snarley haired and skanky airhead, who looks like a cross between a stripper and a 90 year old woman on meth. Bangs anything with money and a pulse. She appears to be drunk or high 24 hours a day, seven days a week, 365 days a year. Anything left in Hurrance K's path is left feeling incredibly more stupid than they did 5 minutes prior to being hit. A conversation with Hurricane K is like having two root canals with no novacaine. It always ends with her mumbling something to herself as you walk away.
Check out the skanky outfit Hurricane K has on today.
Quit acting like a Hurricane K, Becky, or your gonna catch a disease!
Hurricane K just left the boss's office and he was smiling with delight!
What the fuck did Hurricane K just say?