It’s almost impossible to talk about “shagging” with a straight face in a post-Austin Powers world.
I learned to “shag” in college (see! see? it’s, like, impossible, baby).
Let me try again. I learned how to do the dance known as “The Shag” in college. And I love how grandmother’s dance it, and remember spending summers at Myrtle Beach. I love that connection to past generations.
(Source: bowtiebeau, via penniesinmyloafers)