The Trials and Tribulations of Shrek

(or- Eff Shrek)

How a trip to Goodwill and a few dollars can result in an afternoon of entertainment.

 

First up, Mike gave Shrek's face a 55MPH introduction to the road as I was speeding along. After a little road rash, I ran him over with my car.

Then my cousin hit him with a dirt bike.

Poking around for other things to abuse him with, I found a paintball gun.

Then we decided to pack him with explosives. But first, we'd need a hole with which we could gain access to his insides.

That seemed to do the trick. But we decided we'd better take a closer look at what exactly makes Shrek tick. Oh wait, WE make Shrek tick.

Then, to get rid of the evidence (because I can't have my Tuesday ruined by being called to the war crimes tribunal) we chose the noble route: Kill it with fire.

 

You know, the only reason I hate Shrek is because I had to listen to that green fruit and that gd donkey sing a Christmas CD. I don't think any of you can fault me for that. And if you do fault me, I hope for your sake I never hear you sing a Christmas CD.

Eddie Murphy...singing Deck the Halls........as a......donkey.

Look at the happy animals!

I bet they'd like some flying lessons!

Wheeeeeeeee!!!!! And check it out, we made a mushroom cloud.

Mike bought a choo choo train. The choo choo train to HELL.

And then we wonder: What happens when you shoot a melting choo choo train?

And to finish this off, a short montage of stuff getting shot.

 

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