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It is one thing to indulge in tasteless, testosterone-driven, innuendo-laden, low-brow word play It is QUITE ANOTHER to adulterate the sacred words of Mr Hunter Apologise now or Santa Claus will not be passing YOUR way this year

Sitting in Mangrove Valley chasing lightbeamsEverything wanders from baby to Z Baby, baby, pretty, young on Tuesday Old like a rum drinking demon at tea Baby, baby, tell me what's the matter Why, why tell me, what's your why now? Tell me why will you never come home? Tell me what's your reason if you got a good one Everywhere I go The people all know Everyone's doin' that shag Take my line go fishing for a Tuesday Maybe take my supper, eat it down by the sea Gave my baby twenty, forty good reasons Couldn't find any better ones in the morning at three Rain gonna come but the rain gonna go, you know Stepping off sharply from the rank and file Awful cold and dark like a dungeon Maybe get a little bit darker 'fore the day Hipsters, tripsters, real cool chicks, sir, everyone's doin' that shag You needn't gild the lily, offer jewels to the sunset No one is watching or standing in your shoes Wash your lonely feet in the river in the morning Everything promised is delivered to you Don't neglect to pick up what your share is All the winter birds are winging home now Hey Love, go and look around you Nothing out there you haven't seen before now But you can wade in the water and never get wet if you keep on doin' that shag One eyed jacks and the deuces are wild The aces are crawling up and down your sleeve Come back here, Baby Louise, and tell me the name of the game that you play Is it all fall down? Is it all go under? Is it all fall down, down, down Is it all go under? Everywhere I go the people all know everybody's doin' that shag Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my underground lair.

maybe you should move to Carolina, Professor Devotion: SHAGGING'S A CAROLINA DUTY AND PLEASURE Published: September 10, 1989 To the Editor: Roy Attaway writes (''Shagging,'' Op-Ed, Aug. 18): ''Last April, I was in Columbia and was informed by the chamber of commerce - facetiously? - that the shag is now the state dance of South Carolina.'' For the record, the General Assembly of South Carolina designated the shag the official dance of South Carolina by Act 329 of 1984. The 1989 South Carolina legislative manual states: ''The shag, one of the great developments of terpsichorean culture and native to this state, is performed to music known as rhythm and blues.'' We Charlestonians have mixed emotions, as we (with a little help from Myrtle Beach) invented not only the shag but also another dance of some small renown - the Charleston. I read Roy Attaway's article on Sunday morning in Hilton Head, where the preceding night the South Carolina Trial Lawyers Association had its annual convention dance. A large number of trial lawyers and half the state's judiciary spent Saturday evening confirming the wisdom of the General Assembly by doing the shag! ROBERT N. ROSEN Charleston, S.C., Aug. 21, 1989 The writer is the author of ''A Short History of Charleston.' This kind of stuff never fails to have us simple minded Brits rolling around on the floor in hysterics

cosmicbadger and GRTUD Well you are certainly keeping me amused. If I say it doesn't take much for that to happen don't be insulted. These synapses never had a problem with boredom. If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. Wiliam Blake

While shagging some fly balls at my college athletic facility years ago, I witnessed as a shag was struck by a baseball and nearly killed. My teammates and I picked the creature up and carried it to the vehicle of our captain, who was also an instructor at the school. As the bird lay dazed on the shag carpet of the college lecturer's panel van's floor (shaggin' wagon) we attempted to calm our nerves by smoking some freshly rolled shag. Within a few moments, the shag began to reclaim it's faculties and attempted to stand but due to the lingering shock, it began to shag around hysterically, which caught the attention of a stray shaggy dog passing nearby. The dog bolted towards the bird unbeknownst to most of our group with the exception of a rather shy lad named Karl, who sported a '70's style shag haircut. I hadn't noticed the impending tragedy due to my attention being distracted by the attractive beauty of a collegian, named Vanessa Kensington. God she was beautiful! I'm sure she could shag like a minx! As I drifted off in the blissful lust of an afternoon daydream, my reality was shattered by the sound of high pitched human screams, deep bestial groans and the sound of clawing against the enamored sheet metal of the van's floor and walls. Wow, I was shagging Vanessa rotten! Dreams do come true! I've often wondered how that fucking bird got away from that mangy dog. Oh, well. All's well that end's well... All right guard, begin the unnecessarily slow-moving dipping mechanism.

yeah, I do not think they got the timing 'just exactly perfect' one of those two robot Japanese babes says something to the effect of "please do not say or do anything that may be 'sexual harrassment' " the voices are really annoying, like the "put on" voices that Japanese department store elevator girls are forced to use. or the recorded announcements in department stores... trust me, they do NOT talk like that in real life. hey badger, did you smoke "fags" in the UK??

I agree with you gypsy soul like a bad godzilla movie :)

is it me or do the fembots mouths not match up with their words, just like the godzilla movies??? nothing left to do but smile, smile, smile