One night when we realised our buddy Riles was missing, we quickly walked back to the bar where we had left him, just two days previously. Once there, we marvelled at what looked like a pile of laundry in a damp corner. It was Riles ... curled up a like a small hound.
Apparently he lost his ID durning some midnight excursion that included farm animals and a pair of old sweat socks (Don't ask!). In honour of Riles and others who have misplaced their ID we invented the "Barhopper". It attaches firmly to your pants, helping everyone ... apart from the few pantless souls wandering the earth.
