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Copypasta.proI was only nine years old. I loved Shrek so much, I had all the merchandise and movies. I’d pray to Shrek every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I’ve been given. “Shrek is love”, I would say, “Shrek is life”. My dad hears me and calls me a faggot. I knew he was just jealous for my devotion of Shrek. I called him a cunt. He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep. I’m crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed and it’s really cold. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It’s Shrek. I’m so happy. He whispers in my ear, “This is my swamp”. He grabs me with his powerful ogre hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my ass-cheeks for Shrek. He penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much, but I do it for Shrek. I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please Shrek. He roars a mighty roar, as he fills my butt with his love. My dad walks in. Shrek looks him straight in the eye, and says, “It’s all ogre now”. Shrek leaves through my window. Shrek is love. Shrek is life.
What the fuck are you doing in my fucking swamp you little Farquaad? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the brogres, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on your anus, and have ogre 300 confirmed layers. I am trained in making early 2000’s pop cultural references, and am the top ogre in the entire far far away armed forces. You are nothing to me but another Drek. I will wipe you out with precision the likes of which have never been seen in Dreamworks, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that dreck to me over the swamp? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of fairy tale creatures across Far Far Away and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, Farquaad. The storm that will end your fucking life. It’s fucking ogre, Donkey. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare asscheeks. Not only am I shrextensively trained in onionade combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Fairy Godmothers Factory and I will use it to its full shrextent to wipe your miserable little ass of of the face of meh swamp, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little clever comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn Rumpelstiltskin. I will slay abuse all ogre you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, Pinocchio.
As a little kid, I was so00000 damn obsessed with Shrek.
I mean the kind of obsessed where l’d watch it over and over again days in a row. It was all I ever wanted to watch.
It got to the point where I had memorised it word-for-word, and beat-for-beat. This meant that, somehow, I could watch it in my head timed perfectly. No fast forwarding, no skipping
Now this was fine for car trips and such, because my dad would be like “Hey do you want some colouring-in to do?”
And id be like “Nah, I’m going to watch Shrek in my head”
Occasionally my dad would ask where!
was up to in the movie just to check on me.
Youre probably thinking Huh that’s weird but cool guess?
Wrong. Sort of
It got so bad that I’d watch it in my head at night before I went to sleep. My dad would literally check on me at night, notice I was blankly staring up at the ceiling, and have to yell “Stop watching Shrek and go to sleep!”
See also: Harry Potter | The Simpsons