The Rock was considering starting a weekly kink column in this comment section, but is unwilling to Google things. Because the Rock doesn't Google things, things Google the Rock.

Does the Rock… have clamato? Does the Rock have clamato. I'll tell you what, the Rock does have clamato! The Rock doesn't just buy generic store clamato, oh no. The Rock makes his own clamato! You see, there's a secret Samoan family recipe, it has to do with how you grow the tomatoes. What I do is take the tomato,…

The Rock regrets that. Tell you what, how about you sit down while the Rock fixes you a nice tall glass of SHUT UP! juice?

FINALLY! THE ROCK! HAS COME BACK! TO SAVAGE LOVE!

The Rock respects your work.

Who. Is this. Roody. Poo?

The only things ladies call the Rock are 'Oh yes', 'Oh God' and 'Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck yessssssssssss'

FINALLY! THE ROCK HAS COME! TO SAVAGE LOVE!

Know your role and shut your mouth jabroni.

IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU-

For once, the Rock agrees. You are the greatest of all time. The greatest of all time at sucking. The greatest of all time at blowing. The greatest of all time at resembling a balding spray-tanned banana with a walrus moustache! And wait! The millions (and millions) of The Rock's fans are chanting his name!

The Rock believes he may have left his Rolex in your daughter's home. If you find it, The Rock would be happy to provide you with a mailing address. It's a very expensive watch.

FI-NALLY! THE ROCK! HAS COME! TO AVCLUB!