… or shag later, baby? yeah …
Now baby. You can guess how I like it.
For all your shagging needs
You all want to lay carpet? 
I prefer hardwood floors with a throw rug myself.
Shag now, the dirtier the better.
Work-safe. And cool. NWYT.
Now!
I like being on me knees, pressing against the wall, pounding in a nice, steady rhythm. Doing it to music is even better.
It’s better when you have three or more people doing it, too. Crawling around on the floor, working out the kinks. After that, it’s time to put some protection on and get out the paint…
What’s that? This isn’t about laying down shag carpeting and home renovation?
Well, I knew that. 
“Carpet” is just a pet name, honey. I’m not weird, really.
You’re all talk and no walk. Let’s get it on already.
If we’re going to do this, I’m going to need a couple of stiff martinis. I want to have an excuse tomorrow when I look at myself in the mirror.
Of course we should shag now AND shag later. It’s really that simple.
Not for all the cheap plastic toys in China!
Whoa! Did I just chanel who I think I just Chaneled?
Coco Chanel?
Through a cheap plastic toy in China, no less.
No throw rugs!
There’s a reason they’re called throw rugs.
I know too many people with highly-polished hardwood floors and strategically-placed throw rugs, all to snatch away the balance and footing of the unwary. Turns going into rooms are typical locations for these Deadly Doilies of Doom. It’s a wonder no-one’s broken a leg yet.
Aw, it’s just another shaggy dog story.
HA! That made me laugh out loud. 
Have a third martini, and skip the mirror. 
I like the way this one thinks!
Yes, I have a “problem” with smiley faces. I’m seeking professional help, but in the meantime just be patient with me.
When I read the OP I was thinkin’, “Not with you, dude, but if you’ve got a sister or somethin’…”
'Cause the first time I ever heard the term “Shag” I was 12 and we were visiting some friends at Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. There was a girl my age in that family named ‘Cilla, and after dinner ‘Cilla says to me, “Let’s go down to the beach and shag”, and I says “Ok”, so she yells to her mom, "We’re goin’ down to the beach to shag" and the mom yells back “Ok, be home by ten” so ‘Cilla and I took off walkin’, two blocks down to the beach.
Now, I didn’t know what shaggin’ was, but unlike my (sort of) girlfriend back home, ‘Cilla had already developed some real boobs and shaggin’ sounded just fine to me.
Turned out, however, that “The Shag” is the official state dance of South Carolina, and all 'Cilla wanted was to go down to a pavillion at the beach that had a jukebox and dance floor and dance.
'Cilla did teach me to shag that night, and I’ll be forever grateful.
The shag is a very fine dance. If you do it outside on the beach in the summertime, you’ll get real sweaty, but that’s not all bad.
If you shag outside at the beach in the wintertime, goose bumps might pop up but that’s not all bad either.
No matter where or when you do it, shaggin’ is really fun. Anybody reading this that has never shagged, I recommend it without reservation.
Try it, you’ll like it.
Does any other state have an official dance? If they do, I’ll bet the name and the dance aren’t as cool as South Carolina’s “Shag”.