I was only 9 years old, I had all the Shrek merchandise, one night I was praying to Shrek when my dad came in, he called my a f*ggot, laughed knowing he was jealous and called him a C*not, he slapped me, now I was lying in bed crying and my face hurt, when I heard a whoosh of wind, it was Shrek!, He whispered in my ear, this is my swamp he then spread my legs I don't stop him because I wanted to please him, he thrust into me letting out a mighty roar, my dad came in, Shrek said it's all ogre now and flew out my window, Shrek is love Shrek is life
