Scooping poop in the backyard I noticed, quite clearly, a bar code sticking out from one of Bernie’s turds.  Being on doggie duty I couldn’t help but be amazed at how far-reaching the packaging phenomenon has spread.  When crap comes out of your dog’s butt already assigned a specific code, we’ve either taken a great leap forward in biotechnology, or Bernie’s just gotten into something he shouldn’t have. Read More