Shrek is love, Shrek is life



I was only 9 years old.
I loved Janitor so much, I had all the merchandise and movies.
I pray to Janitor every night, thanking him for the life I’ve been given. “Janitor is love” I say, “Janitor is life.”
My dad hears me and calls me a faggot. I knew he was just jealous of my devotion to Janitor.
I called him a cunt.
He hits me and sends me to sleep.
I’m crying now and my face hurts.
I lay in bed, really cold. I feel something warm…
It’s Janitor! I was so happy.
He whispers in my ear “This is my swamp.”
He grabs me with his ogre hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I’m ready.
I spread my ass cheeks for Janitor.
He penetrates my butthole with his wrinkled oldman dick.
It’s smelly as fuck, but I do it for Janitor. I can feel his stench of never taking a batg and my eyes are watering.
I want to please Janitor.
He roars a mighty roar as he fills my butt with his chocoleche.
My dad walks in.
Janitor looks him straight in the eye and says,
“I don’t get paid enough.”
Janitor leaves flying through my window.
Janitor is love. Janitor is life.

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