Tyrannosaurus Meatpackers Association

Did you ever wonder where your Tyrannosaurus burger comes from? Someone has to go and bring the beasts to the ground. When the factory’s low on T-rex meat, someone has to go and get some. We not only pack ‘em up, but we also shoot ‘em down.

We’re the TMA.

Tyrannosaurus Meatpackers Association: assuring quality T-rex eats across the nation. We’re found in grocery store and gas station. (We have our own video game for the Sony PlayStation.) We’re found in every school lunch box in every nation. We’re the TMA.

We’re the ones who ditch the bones so they won’t be in your T-rex steak, ‘cause biting down on T-rex meat and chewing bone would be anti-great. We’re the ones who help you enjoy your vanilla and T-rex sausage shake, ‘cause nothing’s more romantic than sharing one with your mate.

Founded millions of years ago to protect the rights of T-rex meatpackers; founded by Mr. LeRoy Jones in a small town outside of Links, Nebraska; founded to assure the jobs of the hardworking and all the slackers; 6.9 billion members strong from Antarctica to Alaska.

©2005