Dead beheaded people aren't good souvenirs. They rot.
The raped Nigerian girls might try to stick in an eye-dropper and pull out some authentic semen, but it's likely to be so tainted with beer and booze as to fail any DNA tests.
And so...they sell T-SHIRTS! After their first attack, when people are cringing, Grooker shouts, "You'll cry out for mercy, still there'll be more." Then he offers to let people go IF they buy t-shirts.
"After all," says Bary, "one t-shirt is worth the royalties we get on 16 CD's, and IF I'M BEING HONEST, we hardly sell ANY CD's of our old shit.
Grooker's manager has his own t-shirts. They are custom made and once in a while he offers a nice sweat-stained one on EBAY, autographed! He can get as much as a FIVERRRR, with a matching pair of skid-marked panties. He usually can get a bit more if he leaves out the skid-marked panties.
The "elusive" lyricist, currently not talking to Grooker after back and forth legal fighting over royalties and legal fees, has his own t-shirt. Sort of. Maybe.
Curiously, Whitewhore is unsympathetic to fans who are even uglier than he is!
Here's an ex-band member who turned up at a concert to say hello to his old "friend" Grooker.
And here's another ex-member who managed to win a very nice settlement against his old "friend," the squinty weasel who wanted all the credit for himself.
Since Boko Harum's known to have a cunt running the website, a cunt managing them, and a cunt bossing around his back-up band, it's not a surprise that they DO have an item for actual CUNTS to wear!
PS, as you'd expect from a stodgy bunch of stale, uncreative dopes, website and management's MERCH page on the site has NOTHING interesting. They have the nerve to sell CDs you can find cheaper anywhere else. They actually sell CDs of COVER VERSIONS of the songs (think of people who sing worse than Shauna Cuntwell). This is because the webmaster is the "leader" of the cover band (in which he allows others, for a fee, to sing a track and be guest vocalists and then buy themselves on the vanity CDs).
They sell a few sad official bootlegs of concerts in Auschwitz and Holland, but haven't done one in years and these things are of sad mp3 quality and are just the same numbing songs sung the same numbing way.
AND...because imagination is beyond them, they have exactly FOUR t-shirts. They are expensive and mostly pretty ridiculous and clueless. One of them is from the craven webmaster selling his own cover band's shirt! What NERVE. Another is some asshole's vanity project, a piece of crappy artwork. He can say "Hey, my art is on a t-shirt on a website for a band almost nobody's ever heard of. Say Boko Harum and people just say, "Oh, crazy niggas." As for the lead singer's name, people just say...
"WHAT? Oh, Him. The TWAT!"
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