More sausagenanigans from the southlands. Our research has revealed that back in the 50s/60s/70s, Frosty Morn was a brand of sausage predomi...

Pepe es un pollo del pueblo. He is no citified stuffed shirt, like Pollo Feliz . Pepe is in the trenches. He works for a living. He doesn...

The thoughtful people of Bella Hog have provided us with a clear-eyed explication of everything we've been saying here month after month...

What lengths the lobster-lovers will go to in order to celebrate their deviance! Here, tarting up a lobster with earrings, lipstick, false e...

Nationwide, a recent Associated Press story informs us, the animals are suffering. The reason for the animals' misery and low morale co...

This pig—the most clearly insane spokespig we've seen since we profiled this poor soul —has gone around the bend and no longer appreciat...

The double entendre here is subtle. Do you see it? Hooked for Life? Hooked as in "addicted" and as in "speared by the mouth...

Yes, you are right: this only makes "sense" for a joint selling chicken breasts. (It couldn't really make actual sense, only ...

For our first-ever interview, we made a real score: a leading light in the world of suicide food, a top-notch practitioner of the craft, som...

Hog and Fowl, together again, traveling the highways and byways of the Golden State. Hog, self-satisfied, confident, debonair. (See the way ...

Does the absurdity of this mural tell us anything about our disturbed national zeitgeist? In the shadow of our hallowed national temples, a ...

In Westover, North Carolina, there is this chicken. She is unhappily married. Her life's horizons are close. She knows nothing except th...

Sometimes, when a patient settles in for his first visit, the therapist thinks, "This one will take time. This one will take some diggi...