Speculate no more! Our suspicions have been borne out. From within the grimy walls of Suicide Food U. comes this succinct description: ...

One can only surmise that the trademark Psychotic Dave's® was already taken. For how else, apart from psychotic, could we describe this ...

From somewhere in the vast, smoking barbecue wastes of the South comes the Grills Gone Wild “competition BBQ team.” If we attempt to tease a...

Here is the self-abnegation we have come to expect from our suicidal (and demented) “food.” This crab cake could hardly be more delighted. R...

I offer you this. And now, for the first time, I have almost nothing to say. Thoughts shrivel. Words wither. The effect of this image is dow...

Ah! To soak in the ol' cauldron, sipping on a brew. That's the life, ain't it? Well, not for long, at any rate. Mr. H&T here...

And now, our tribute—long past due—to the spiritual grandfather of the Suicide Food movement: Charlie the Tuna. This is the fish who started...

And now we come to it at last. The use to which suicide food was born to be put: the pacification of children’s fears. If the wee ones can b...

After years off the air, they're back. Do you need your memory refreshed? These two delightful chickens are on the run, toward the Foste...

Although it is, technically, possible that the chicken and pig believe the good folks of Paducah, Kentucky, have gathered to honor them, I b...