Shrek is hate, Shrek is evil

THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF SHREK IS LOVE, SHREK IS LIFE.

> I was only 9 years old

> I hated Shrek so much, I had all the anti-Shrek crap.

> I prayed to the obese Pooh every night, thanking him for not letting Shrek into my house

> My dad hears me and he calls me a good boy

> I knew he was just happy of my hate for Shrek

> I called him a nice dad

> He kisses me and sends me go to sleep

> I'm happy, and my face is warm

> I lay in bed and it's really warm

> A cold is moving towards me

> I feel something touch me

> Its shrek

> I am so scared

> He yells in to ear, "You hate me, now dai"

> He murdered me and my dad.

> You know, people tell me, "if that's true, how come you're here to tell the tale", fair enough and I'll tell you.

> It's because, "HOSTESS TWINKIES!"