<<<<<The Second Day of Christmas
"Finally!" yelled The Rock as he kicked down the frong door to his luxury penthouse apartment. "The Rock has come back home!" Snow whistled in from the blustery night outside.
"Oh good you're back," said a topless Cleopatra. One look at her would tell you just how cold it was. "Where were you?"
"I was in Hollywood doing some voice work for a movie about Native Americans who sail boats in Hawaii or something like that. Who cares? I made butt-loads of money!"
"Yay! More money for my one true Christmas wish; an extravagant pyramid where we'll be buried forever," said Cleopatra. She clapped her hands and in turn her bouzzams slapped together.
"The Rock will never die, my half-nude queen. But I will gladly spend my fortune buying you the biggest most flamboyant tomb the world has ever seen."
"I know it'll be big and flashy, but I want it to be somewhere cool."
"Cool?" The Rock scratched his chin. "I think I know somewhere that's very cool!"
"Please tell me, The Rock!" begged Cleopatra.
"Baby, you're gonna be on top of the world!" laughed The Rock.
"I can't wait to text my son about this!" exclaimed Cleopatra. "He loves getting new information about our love life!"
Cleopatra pulled out her phone and texted Holden:
hey son. it ur mom. the rock buying me a BIG grave on mountain top or something. he so good 2 me. better than george wc ever was. Luv u lots. XOXO (.)(.)
The Fourth Day of Christmas>>>>>
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