I Still don't Know How To Do Proper Titles

I've been blogging for a while now, and I've noticed that on everyone else's blog they have nice colorful titles in big letters. I don't have a clue how to do that.

Baldness is not a trait shared on either side of my family, however, I'm pretty sure I am going bald because my hair has been showing up everywhere. I was sitting on the couch scratching my head and when I looked down I had a handful of hair. This led me to pose the question,"does binge drinking cause hair loss?" If it does I'm screwed. The heightened social skills are not worth a combover at the age of 30... or are they?

On a similar subject, I have found the perfect bloody mary recipe.
-Absolute Peppar Vodka
-Clamato
-Worcestershire(to taste)
-Tabasco(to taste)
-Olive Juice(spoonful)
-Olives x2
-Pickled Okra x2
-Ice
The vegetables give you the essential vitamins needed to fight the headache, and the clamato gets you feeling frisky.

I don't know if you've read Edgar's blog lately, but his recent post on writing a disaster movie is kind of actually going to happen, except with me thrown in the mix. Edgar and I have decided to quit our respective schools and movie to Hollywood to write disaster movies, horror movies, romantic-comedies, sitcoms, a coming-of-age teen drama, and my own brainchild a cartoon based on my college experiences...it would go somthing like this...
















We've already began brainstorming on the disaster flick... the cast is made up of Hollywood royality with some upcoming stars thrown into the mix. Including...

Harrison Ford-His yells of agony are brilliant we could'nt see anyone else playing the part

Michelle Phifer or Kim Basinger- either one could fill this part, but we would need to know what they look like naked because there will probably be a gratuitous sex scene between Ford and one of these women

Amy Smart or the chick from the OC- gratuitous sex scene with son of Ford's character

Topher Grace-I like him, he would play the son

Jack Black- Comic relief, probably die early in the picture

Donald Sutherland- the wise old mentor the Ford's character

Cameos:
James Carville, Jim Gaffigan, Danny Masterson, Dan Castellansta, Rob Schnider, Seth Macfarlane, Larry David, Anthony Edwards, Cedric the Entertainer, Mike Meyers, and the Sweedish Bikini Team.

It's likley to explode into the box office Summer '08.

The New House and Jim Bob Cooter

Well we finally got internet today, so I decided to end my extended blog sabbatical. I'm sure by now everyone has quit reading this so I guess I'm just doing it for my own personal enjoyment. Although I don't really like writing in the first place, especially typing, so I guess I'm still doing it so I can write things like shit, piss, twat, clit, cocksucker, motherfucker, and have it posted on the internet.
Anyway, the new house kicks ass. I inadvertantly moved next door to my freshman year roommate, Anthony Jackson. All things aside he is a Kappa Sig, actually, he is the prince of Kappa Sigs. He throws dance parties, is like a four year sing chair letterman, and is of African-american decent. And you may be asking yourselves, "man Shep, you must hate it over there." In all truth, I don't mind it. Women flock over there like Padre seagulls to potato chips. So, by my deductions, women flock over there, they get tired of the loud music and general disarray of the strobe light, head around the corner to see who's playing Willis Alan Ramsey, and see the coolest mutherfucker around...yours truly. And then I take them inside and show off the hall of horns just to make em wet. It's a win-win if you ask me.
I was'nt the first to throw up in the new house. A friend of mine came out with us a few nights back. She had been drinking a bottle of Petron I bought for her 21st. She was pretty sauced by the time we got home, as was I. I went over to Anthony's to hang out for a while as I walked through the hall I noticed she was laying down on a bed with her eyes slightly glazed over. When she saw me she jumped up on the bed and started bouncing on it. After about the third bounce the fan blade caught her on the right side of her head and she stood there stunned. It was like seeing a "FINISH HIM" fighter on Mortal Combat. Thinking fast, I dashed over and caught her before she fell on her face. She told me she wanted me to carry her home, seeing as how she lives about five blocks away, I declined. I convinced her that my house was just as good and proceded to carry her. On the way out I kicked the door open...and they say that chivalry is dead. false. When I got her home, she layed on the couch for a while, and then it happened. Luckily, I had a trashcan ready. It smelled like hot peppermint schnapps and I almost lost it myself.
Jim Bob Cooter. Quarterback at University of Tennessee. Arrested for drunk driving...ok...so? If his name was Marshall Bufort Thigpen III, I would read into the story a little deeper, but Jim Bob Cooter? I already know his entire 20-something year history. And on a sidenote, I bet he is a campus legend. A true hellraisin, beer-guzzlin, suffin, cussin, sum-bitch. Oh and vag-poundin. Admired by men and wanted by women. Thats all I really have to say about Jim Bob Cooter. I think he kicks ass and I want to be his friend, or possibly in his entourage.