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My name is Ross Woods and I'd sell the rights to my first born son's name to a large, oddly named corporation for the ability to watch new episodes of Smallville for the rest of my life. I am 23 years old and I love football and movies and stand up comedy. I am looking for a girl who can apprieciate a good joke and also knows when to shut the hell up. See that right there is one. If you liked that one then you will probably like me. If not I can change I swear, cause I am pretty lonely. So just message me to tell me hey or that you love or hate me, im pretty flexable with who i talk to. I do like girls with big boobs and braces. I will accept girls with small boobs and braces or big boobs and no braces. Also small boobs and no braces will be accepted. I think thats all girls. I really just want a girl who is fun and outgoing, but with traditional values. Basically me but with big cans. I also like girls with a lisp...not a bad one but a small cute one.New Orleans during Mardi Gras attracts the worthy of the nation. Those that think they can hang with the true partying veterans known as New Orleanians". In a sense, the city becomes a melting pot of bullshit and "I'm Proud To Call It Home". It's a neutral ground, not a median; it's a streetcar, not a trolley; it's ya'll not you all; it's a face full of king cake, beads hanging like moss down the mighty St. Charles, tailgating for a parade you don't see, and music that only few can truly dance to. It's Aaron Carter frowning to a "fag" chant, and a ladder that has a seat on the top. It's grown men fighting over doubloons, and excitement over a fake wooden spear. It's for those who can spell Endymion, Tchoupitoulas, and Tipitinas. It's the King of New Orleans, Louisiana Saturday Night, Mardi Gras Mambo, Rebirth Brass Band, and LSU fight song blaring. It's beer flowing, trash piling, and Popeye's EVERYWHERE. Yep, it's New Orleans during Mardi Gras time...and we are still and always will be proud and honored to call it home.I did not write this, but I loved it, and had to repost it.To one who has faith, no explanation is neccessary. To one without faith, no explanation is possible.GIVE ME NEW ORLEANS !!!! give me a king cake baby give me a beignet kiss give me a french quarter morning that looks like thisgive me the endymion krewe give me the times-picayune give me a drunk and lazy crawfish boil in muggy sticky junegive me a six pack of Dixie give me some assorted Abita beers give me a city where it only snows once every 10 yearsgive me a green neutral ground give me a mardi gras ball give me a medium rare burger at my grand old Port of Callgive me a glittery drag show give me the streetcar line give me House of the Rising Sun give me a Tchoupitoulas signgive me a shrimp and oyster poboy give me lovebug season in May give me my New Orleans- It will definitely stay.Keep rebuilding. I love yall and miss yall everyday. There is no other city that carries the same spirit. It is who I am, and I will take it with me wherever I go! And damn I miss the food!Pass this on to everyone who loves this beautiful city we call NEW ORLEANS !!!