Shrek you are my Alan. You are proof that an entire swamp can throw itself into the highest room of the tallest tower in order to save the layers of onions from being eaten by fairy tale creatures. You have and will continue to be the foundation of dank friendships that may one day rival the one seen in the forest near Duloc. However, it sometimes feels as though the pussinboots and I are trapped beneath a deep ocean symbolic of the evils of the fifth film. But with your dank kush we are beginning to shrekscope, and day by day we are ascending to the murky surface at shrektastic speed. The time is coming when will brap through the muddy swamp and continue our ascenscion to the un-stolen moon, where we will let out a mighty roar; "Shrek is love! Shrek is life!"

on a moar serious note: considering this was on 4/20, what kushblunt was this nigga smokin?