When I was a little boy, Madonna whispered to me, "Felix. Oh Felix. Felix. Why don't you pick some daisies with me?"

I rejected her and flipped her off. She then said, "never ogrestimate me!"

I turned around and said, " is that really you?"

No. It can't be. Madonna was Shrek this whole time. She flipped me off and yelled,"BASTARD!"

I replied,"momma."

We then both flipped each other off. Then we turned around and started to pick daisies.

This story isn't Ogre yet...