For our money, any chicken who can manage to grow sideburns has earned the right to make crummy decisions about his own life. Like Griff...

It's an allegory. With pop-eyed abandon, the chicken pursues his own mortality. The headless, skinless, footless chicken corpse sc...

Over the years, the animals have granted us a taste of many flavors of madness. Their deathwishes are as varied as all creation. For many ...

It is with equal parts excitement and nausea that we discover, again, that the animals' death-drive is universal. Wherever we look, to t...

You are looking at a bunch of true believers. This Unholy Trinity has fully embraced their status as food. They have totemized themselves...

From where does the Henderson Chicken chicken derive his sense of identity and purpose? It's not a trick question. In fact, the answer...

She's got thighs—has she ever !—and she's got pies. Put them together, and she's got thighs-n-pies. While this image scores high...

At first we weren't sure whether Tolkien's timeless epic translated well to the world of barbecue. We knew the chicken was Gandalf...

It's time once more to enter the shadow world of suicidefoodism, the world where no one's constrained by decency. They don't hav...

Can we all agree, once and for all, that the attitude on display here is not what is usually intended when the phrase "with an attitu...

In the two and a half years since we last looked in on the trend of  hobo livestock , things haven't gotten much better. High unempl...

Beneath a legend made of bone, gristle, and blood, they disport themselves. The pig and chicken, their faces bearing smiles that shade into ...

Reminiscent of the exalted Rachachuros Seasoning chicken , this glorious monstrosity served up by the New York Times  art department burst...