Thursday, August 6, 2009

This is the definition of a rocket.



You could search the internet like Feds searched the "Grassy Knoll" and you wouldn't find anything that's as flaming hot as this picture. Normally, despite her body, I'm not that high on Marisa Miller, but this, this is just ridonkulous. I would funnel a gallon of Michael Jackson's Jesus Juice, inject myself with 25cc of Propofol, and sleep naked in his bed with a rubber ball taped in my mouth for one hour on a memory foam matress with this chick. If looking at this picture doesn't make your pants fit tighter, call your mother and come out of the closet, because she already knows you're gay.

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