Never, ever, ever, EVER let children run wild with sharpies loose in their hands. Although the little rugrats may think they're the next Michael Angelo or Vincent Van Gogh, they are indeed the next lot of pain in the asses. The great one had the grave misfortune of having the family 'round for a good ol' get together, and to The Great One's horror, when he walked up the stairs he found squiggles and blobs of black, red and blue marks all over the wall.
Oh, you see now, that was just the beginning of it.
When The Rock went to his bedroom to change the shirt after some goof spilt their drink on it, The Great One found his entire room had confetti, balloons and banners saying 'Rock'n'Sock Connection reunion' everywhere. Now, The Great One's all for reunions - in fact, there's nothing The Rock likes doing more than rubbing it in his old school friends faces that he's a success and they're all scraping cash together just to be able to afford a happy meal every few days. But this time that schizophrenia maniac with the gym sock love went too damn far!! The next thing The Great One knew, he had camera's flashing in his eyes from all angles that it blinded The Great One and he fell backwards through a table. Of course, all you jabronis would think that that'd be the low point of The Great One's day, huh? Having to sit there for an entire hour at a tea party (YES, a tea party) with Mick Foley and his sock puppet as he nattered on and on about the "good ol' days" but the worst was yet to come.
Finally, The Rock managed to drag (and the great one litterally means drag) Mick out and smarten himself up, he had to come downstairs to find himself staring at his reflection in that shiny bald dome of Steve Austin's head. Yes. That rattlesnake, beer swelling, psychotic, ATV loving, Chub adoring freak decided to gatecrash The Rock's get together because he heard the word "beer" mentioned. That hillbilly has a nose of a blood hound - he can sniff out beer anywhere. The Great One would've whooped that rattle-shit's ass had it not been for the fact that the great one saw that fat slob's dog about to take a whizz right up against the life size Rock cut out.
That was the last straw. So The Rock grabbed that fat old mut by the collar, and dragged it's smelly ass right out front. The Rock then tied the mut to the ATV blocking The Great One's extremely flashy and extremely expensive car, turned around and walked smack bam into Austin's dome head! Had it not been for Mick popping up from nowhere and chasing Austin with his sock puppet for something called the "French Tickler" we would've had to, as Austin says it, "Unleash hell."
The Rock's extremely tired after being forced to stay up all night and clean the walls of the markers - I did try and convince her to just move houses but she said that was crazy and stupid. The Great One thinks she's crazy and stupid for making The Rock wear HER pink apron, with HER pink gloves and make The Great One scrub the walls) and is now going to have some pie.