*wish granted* then, on a starless night, a fog rolls in sweeping over the graves of every Halo fan-boy, and they awake from the dead. Back at your house you've been pleading with your girlfriend, as usual, to just cop a quick feel, but no luck. Suddenly theres a knock at the door, as you go to the door it crashes open revealing a zombified fan boy sporting a Halo 3 tee shirt. Your girlfriend gets all turned on by the zombie grinning, flesh rotting fanboy and takes him upstairs where he scores a homer. Word of this spreads like wild fire at your school leaving you completely humilated that a zombie can score before you, and you spend the rest of your time at school hopelessly lonely.
I wish breasts stopped turning me on.