Locke's drunken 3-way reminded me of a funny story from my grad-school days (in the early 2000s). Let's just say this was back in my "much less Christian" days.
I shared an apartment in downtown Louisville with 2 other guys and let me tell you this place was a pantie-dropper. There were very few apartments at that time in the main downtown business district. Our apartment had awesome views of the downtown buildings with around 1800 square feet. Let's just say the views got me my wife...
One of my roommates was one of those spikey-haired buff kinda guys. All he had to do was glance at a female and she'd practically climb into his bed. I was both sickening and amazing at the same time. His problem was that he didn't always pick the most "sane" women to use his mutant power on. One time he started dating this stripper. She was ok looking, nothing really outstanding but he always wanted to date one. One Saturday night we're all partying, and I've had enough so I go to bed. The next morning I wake up and go into the living room where a couple of our buddies who had crashed on our couches and my other roommate were watching TV. I sit down with them and eat breakfast. The tell me that Nathan and his stripper girlfriend had one of her friends show up last night and then the 3 of them disappeared into Nathan's room.
All of a sudden here comes Nathan walking out into the livingroom in a daze with nothing but his gym shorts on. Dude looked like he was in shock. We asked him what was wrong. He said "just go crack the door to my bedroom and look in". We did.
There were 2 buck naked chicks passed out on the bed and a couple of used condoms on the floor. A half dozen beer bottles littered the room. Seriously it looked like a rock star's hotel room or something.
We came back in and asked him how it was. He of course gave us details (yes he had fun). But then just said "That's my first 3 way. I don't know what to do with myself now. Do I eat breakfast or stare off into space? I honestly don't know what to do with myself." (I'm paraphrasing of course)
It was like he was wondering around the tornado devastated home of his sex life, unsure what to do at that moment or where to go. Funny stuff.
It was funny until a month later when that crazy stripper chick got drunk one night and craved "HELLO" in the hood of his car for no apparent reason. Also wasn't funny when a few months after that Nathan used his mutant power on a not so cute girl in town from Ohio for the Kentucky Derby and he got her pregnant on a supposed to be one-night-stand.
With great power comes great responsibility I suppose.