"Example, uh... ogres are like onions!" Shrek reached into his ogre-satchel and picked out the first onion he touched, holding it for Donkey to see. His hooved friend could not see the relation, as Shrek could quite easily tell from the way he held out his snout.
"They stink?"
You see, earlier that day, Shreak was going to the grocery store and came across some food that looked quite delish. He went to the clerk and asked if he could buy this delish dish. The clerk was actually very interested in the rompin' stompin' Shrek, so he said, "I'll make a deal with you. Your dick for this food." Shrek was overjoyed at the idea of getting this delish dish for just a little bow chicka chicka.
"But not with me," the clerk continued, "... with the onion. Do what I ask, and I'll make sure you get free onions Forever After." Shrek really, really wanted some onions. What was an ogre to do?
And that was why Shrek was standing here in the middle of his swamp, asking his friend Donkay if he should go through with the deal or not. Shreak thought he should. His reasoning?
"Layers. Onions have layers. Ogres have layers. Onions have layers. You get it? We both have layers." It was flimsy, but good enough reason for an ogre like him.
But it was obviously not good enough for Donkay, who replied, "Oh, you both have LAYERS. Oh. You know, not everybody like onions. What about cake? Everybody loves cake!"
Shrek made up his ogre-mind and wouldn't put up with Donkay's crap any longer. So he grabbed the onion's ass and started to fuck it, right in front of Donkay.
"I was hoping this would be a happy ending," sighed Donkay.
SOME
BODY ONCE TOLD ME
THE WORLD IS GONNA ROLL ME. I AIN'T THE SHARPEST TOOL IN THE SHEEEEEED.
SHE WAS LOOKING
KIND OF DUMB
WITH HER FINGER AND HER THUMB
IN THE SHAPE
OF AN L
ON HER FORE
HEAD
WELL, THE YEARS STfuck it you know the rest