Fans of supermodel Marisa Miller cross the occasional social boundary when it comes making requests of Maxim’s “Sexiest Woman Alive.” Marisa told the NY Daily News

“My management is good about throwing away the really scary fan mail, but sometimes I get a letter asking for some of my hair. That’s just weird!”

So we’re a little “enthusiastic” from time to time. Maybe a little “overzealous.” I prefer to use those terms because they aren’t nearly as offensive to potential employers as “clinically deranged” and “court-ordered to maintain a distance of 500 feet at all times.” Let’s not get bogged down in semantics, H.R.!

At the launch party for her Vans sneakers line:

Sometimes, late at night, after my fifth or sixth martini, I’ll pass out lie awake while pondering some of life’s greatest mysteries. Things like: “Is time just an illusion?” “Can mathematicians really prove the Riemann hypothesis?” “What color is the number four?” and “Why isn’t Marisa Miller always naked?” Sadly, there are no definitive answers for these questions, just Marisa Miller not being naked or proving the Riemann hypothesis in next month’s issue of GQ Magazine.

Boy, if I had a nipple for every time somebody told me I looked like a brunette Marissa Miller, I’d have… uh… two nipples by now. Wait — that’s not right. I mean I’d have like ten cents. Ten cents in nipples. The proof is in the pudding, boys and girls!

Today is a slow news day so I thought I could post some recent pictures of Marisa Miller bouncing her way up and down the runway in sexy Inca swimwear. Because boobies rule the world.

More pics after the jump.

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