Marisa Miller Owns Your Soul

At this point, if Marisa Miller was promoting a new fragrance that was basically acid in a bottle, I, in my trance-like state, would nod yes and ask for two more. She could have a dictatorship in seconds controlled by her breasts alone, and I would be on the frontline being whipped by her henchmen, and I would still be praising her name. It’s tragic that Marisa doesn’t realize her full potential.