THOSE WACKY GERMANS
At Meine Kleine Farm, consumers can see a picture of the pig they're eating on the packaging. They can even choose which pig will be slaughtered to make their sausages.
(Thanks to Jan in Grimsby)
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February 28, 2012
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The only pig I picture when I'm eating pork is the Geico pig that's on the zip line in the commercials. I keep hoping his zip line or street luge ends in a Honey Baked Ham store.
Posted by: nursecindy | February 28, 2012 at 12:57 PM
tsk. not kosher. other than that, i dont want to meet it.. or meat it... first. i just wanna eat.
i dont wantta pick out the lobsters in the fish tank either, for that matter.
pass the butter and salt.
Posted by: queensbee | February 28, 2012 at 01:05 PM
Mon amie! I am shocked, and very upset!
How barbaric! Kermie, make it go away!
Posted by: Miss Piggy | February 28, 2012 at 01:05 PM
I draw the line at a talking pig who can tell me that he wants me to eat him.
Posted by: Horace LaBadie | February 28, 2012 at 01:10 PM
Horace..does it remind you of the first Austin Powers movie? Does me, for some strange reason....
Posted by: funny man | February 28, 2012 at 01:19 PM
SNL did a skit like this with Akroyd, Laraine Newman and Gilda Radner. I think it was the "Dale Slater's Rabbit Hut" where you came in and picked your rabbit and they did the deed for you.
Posted by: Sean In Akron | February 28, 2012 at 01:25 PM
Used to have a neighbor who sold a breed of goat that was popular with people of a certain religion that lived in the area. They would come out on Saturday with the whole family packed in a car, pick the goat they wanted, he would hang it up by its back feet and slit its throat, they would wrap it in a sheet and throw it in the trunk.
Posted by: wingnut | February 28, 2012 at 01:38 PM
Dish of the Day at Milliway's.
Posted by: markhh | February 28, 2012 at 01:40 PM
What picture is on the package of butt roast?
Posted by: Steve | February 28, 2012 at 02:03 PM
When I was growing up back on the farm we never needed no picture to tell us which animal we was eating. I still remember Alex (a 3-baller) years later, both his taste and his face.
Posted by: max | February 28, 2012 at 02:16 PM
What picture is on the package of butt roast?
Kim Kardashian?
Posted by: nursecindy | February 28, 2012 at 02:41 PM
Babe???
*cries*
Posted by: ligirl | February 28, 2012 at 02:44 PM
Not only Sat. Night Live but HITCH HIKERS GUIDE TO THE GALAXY. In that the diners talk with the beast who suggests which part of him to eat.
Posted by: LeDud | February 28, 2012 at 02:54 PM
Reminds me of an old joke, the punchline of which is:
"Now you wouldn't want to eat a fine pig like that all at once, would ya?"
Posted by: Wolfsong | February 28, 2012 at 03:06 PM
The wurst is yet to come.
Posted by: Ralph | February 28, 2012 at 03:11 PM
They can even choose which pig will be slaughtered to make their sausages.
Unless, of course, you piss off the Sausage Nazi.
"No Wurst fer You!"
So don't ask for bacon, napkins, or bread.
Posted by: funny man | February 28, 2012 at 05:30 PM
No, no, no, NC. Too plump.
Posted by: Steve | February 28, 2012 at 06:50 PM
Pick me pick me pick me,...wait, where are we going?
Posted by: Gary | February 28, 2012 at 09:52 PM
I'll have the Ted Nugent signature feral swine, please, and my friend will have the Trump roast.
Posted by: Omniskeptic | February 29, 2012 at 01:46 PM