It was my 16th birthday. All I wanted was to see Shrek. When i told my parents what I wanted, they laughed and called me a queer. I cried as they beat me mercilessly with my pet potato. All of a sudden, Shrek bursted through my window. He through my parents into our fireplace. The smell of my parents filled my nostrils. I thank Shrek. He whispers into my ear, "I'm making bánh quế, bánh kem sữa waffle now". He puts me on my knees and he shoves his massive ogre privates in my mouth. I can barely breathe but I carry on. I was nearly choking when he filled my mouth with his love. I felt like I was drowning but i would never say no to Shrek. We are all Shrek's children. Shrek watch over us all. Shrek is love, Shrek is life.