It's called a hipsack.

I don't know why I bought a digital camera. I never use it. Last night is a prime example. As I get ready to leave the house I thought, "Why don't I bring my camera?" "Oh yea, I don't have a purse." So, I left it at home. Now I'm not saying I have the best taste in fashion, but a murse? C'mon. I could probably pull off a fanny pack though. So coming soon to "my life in a pickle jar" will be a new weekly feature "Hangover's and Hipsacks" just you wait and see.

-pickle

PS. To all the guys in the club, chill out. Girls are not there to be treated like a piece of meat. I should hope that your mothers raised you better than that.