Marisa Miller. Bikini. Game, set, and match

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So, can we all agree that Marisa Miller is pretty much the hottest woman to ever exist? OK, good. Because I was having a few drinks with Zeus earlier, and he was all like, “Dude, I could totally nail that,” and I was like, “Dude, I don’t care if you’re the God of Thunder, Marisa Miller is out of everyone’s league. She chooses you, you don’t choose her.” Then we made a bet on whether or not he would bang Marisa. It’s nice to know that I wont have to endure continuous lightning bolts up my anus while being mounted by Rosie O’Donnell, and instead will be able to masturbate outside Marisa’s window without being donkey punched by the SWAT team. What? Did you not see the part about “Marisa chooses you, not you her”? That shit ain’t going to happen. Huh? Zeus is the all-powerful, omnipotent lord of the universe and can make anything happen? Motherfucker. “Zeus! You lying son of a bitch!”