Smokin' Jim's

What Smokin' Jim won't sell! Chicken, steak, ribs, pork sandwiches! He'll even sell garlic bread (and salad?), of all things!

Still! With range like that, and a plethora of deals and levels of customization, Jim still feels the need to resort to the suicidefoodist's basest attraction. We are speaking, of course—and it pains us to bring up this subject yet again—of the seductive sow. To see her there, posing in front of her House of Vice, this lady of easy virtue… We are embarrassed. Yes, Miss, we're sure yours is the finest… ahem… butt in town, but we are not interested!

As she bats those long-lashed lids at us, we are reduced simultaneously to pimp and john. We become the peddler and the peddled-to.

Is there anything that can diminish the committed carnivore's appetite? From all we have seen, we are compelled to say no. Over-sexed pigs only stoke their fires.

Incidentally—we hope—bestiality is legal in the state of Florida. At least, according to our cursory research.

(Thanks to Dr. Bea for the referral and the photo.)