"Shrek is love.

Shrek is life.

The words that we live by folks, but what do you really think that they mean? Shrek is love, lets start with that one. The love Shrek egerly gives to us is a love that we may never truely under stand. Our Ogrelord loves us in way that are infoulable, incounters of a Shreksual nature. That's how he shows us his love, giving us his Shrock.

Shrek is life. Some poeple tend to go ogreboard with this teaching. As Shrek the Thrid, 416, reads, 'For Shrek so loved the swamp', ogre-in, 'that he gave his only begotten Donkey', that's right folks hs Donkey so that, 'whosoever believeth in ogre ahould not perish, but have everlasting onion.' Everlasting oniion! The sorce of all life.

Now floks, this seems all fine and dandy, but what do we have to give for a Shreksperoence? We must give our lives, in some way, to fight Drek. We must never surender to Dolock. We must Shrekulate our ogrelords many layers till he finds us ready for a true Shrekoning!"

The poeple sitting out in the swampy seats chanted 'Shrek is love. Shrek is life', as the smell of onion spilled over there senses. "Somebody once told me..." screamed in to their minds as a green mist covered the man on stage. They all chreeed as they watch the Shreker scream in pleasure as he was Shreaped in a Shreksual manner. "Shrek is love. Shrek is life."