The rib cook-off is finally given its due! Ensconced within the classical tradition, the rib cook-off can at last be seen as the honorab...

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 there! Am I to understand you feel yourself qualified to dine upon my roasted flesh? Pardon me, but it is to laugh! Have you failed t...

In his pan, the crawgentleman salts himself judiciously and checks the results with his hand mirror. You know how we sometimes believe ...

More aristocratic pigs tempting you to eat them. We've seen them before (in both their pre-death and their post-living states), and ...

The thing about these black-tie images is that they are doubly deceptive. They intend to deceive the pigs twice over. (We are reminded of ma...

Around the world, every tongue tells animals the good news: The end is nigh! Your sentence is almost done! You will soon leave the state to ...

Salmon: We're on, guys! We're on! Cow: Hello! Chicken: Welcome! We're the Franks & Toppings Boys, and we're happy you c...

If you're like most sex-crazed monsters bent on the destruction of everything sensible minds hold dear, when you think of fine French cu...

It's the quaintest obscurantism in the suicidefoodist canon: pork rinds . As though pigs are, what? Melons? Do melons smile like that? ...