^_^ The MegaMOO Foundation is a non-secret all profit foundation to help the people no one likes.
To make a donation, select a name below:"
[ ] Megan Boudreaux
[ ] Megan Boudreaux
[ ] Megan Boudreaux
[ ] Megan Boudreaux
As you can see Megan Boudreaux is our only candidate. As a matter or fact, she is our inspiration. Read Megan's touching story below.
Ever since she was a wee tot, Megan has been hated. She began her life sometime in '88 (or was it '89?) See what I mean? No one knows her birthday!! Well, Megan is a world class suck-up. She is also highly attracted to members of the opposite sex. I'm guessing it's guys (or girls… Nahhh, probably shims!) They hate her. We tried to reach Megan for comments on her utters, but she declined. Five percent of our annual fund will support the
REMOVE MEGAN's UTTERS FUND. Donations are greatly appreciated.
When you donate $30 you will get a Megan shirt!
Front: Megan is so un-utterly fabulous.
Back: MOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Megan's utters will thank you!!
Yes, we are associated with the MegaMOO Foundation.
MENU:>>MegaMOO's "MOOBurger"…………………………………$4.95
Our MOOBurger is a 64oz. Slab of hamburger dressed any way you like.
>>MegaMOO's "MINI MOOBurger"…………………………$2.95
This one's for the little customers. (200lbs or less!)
>>MOO Shake……………………………………………………..$3.00
Made with extra full-fat milk.
>>MOO Fries………………………………………………………..$1.95
3,000 grease packed fries. Ummm… Scrumptious!
>>MOO 'tub-o-lard' dipping sauce………………………….$1.25
A 32oz. bucket full of lard. The possibilities are endless!
"I support MegaMOO" T-Shirt…………………………………$15.00
Do you support MegaMOO? Then buy the shirt!
10% of annual sales will be donated to the MegaMOO Foundation to help the fat disliked kids, like Megan Boudreaux.
Front of CardSeason's greetings
Money's short
Times are hard
Here's your fucking
Christmas Card.
Inside of CardTwas the night before Christmas, and all through the house. Everyone felt shitty, even the mouse. Mom at the whore house, Dad smoking grass, I'd just settled down for a nice piece of ass. When out on the lawn, I heard such a clatter. I sprung from my piece to see what was the matter. Then out on the lawn, I saw a big dick. I knew at that moment, it must be St. Nick.
He came down the chimney like a bat out of hell. I knew in that moment, the fucker had fell. He filled all our stockings with pretzels and beer, and a big rubber dick for my brother the queer. He rose up the chimney with a thunderous fart. The son of a bitch blew the chimney apart. He cursed as he rode out of sight. "Piss on you all, and have a hell of a night!"
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