I Have Binned Tote Bag

I L.O.V.E.D. this tote on screen and wasn't disappointed in the F.L.E.S.H...
...mmmFlesh. And just like the tenderness of the skin of a Naughty Goddess of Cotton, the sublime texture of this tote required me to create a new category of Fetish for my life as a hedonistic binner.
Good strong construction should endure the transportation of my party melons to my next summer outdoors soirée. In fact I can think of no better way to transport my melons.
A mild warning however, for the weak of mind, the urge to jump atop public refuse receptacles on passing and dance upon their rim, may be overwhelming once tote are on shoulders.
My only negative is more governmental than product, in that after all my binning, I still kneel and pray that one day a Leader will come who is not so distracted at clapping mindlessly to Song in The Hills but determined to revitalise the Manufacturing Industry of Australia, so that fantastic organisations like LKC didn't have to look abroad for fetish inducing fabrics and could shop at home. Just imagine fabrics the texture of the skin of the Naughty Hemp Goddess, home-grown from the bush, no burning required...amen!

Final word: The Magdalena never looked so H.O.T.

Bgb
Cronulla.

Do you have a friend who insists that the disgusting binchicken is a beautiful displaced native water bird? Give them this.

Fucking mint