SO I was wearing 2 sprays IG, 4 sprays AMMO1x, 5 sprays IO/IS, and 2 sprays IH.
Well I went out with the GF to meet her friend and fiance. First we went out alone and had a nice supper, but unfortunately during that portion of the outing I got a tad bit intoxicated. Dinner went very well with some good convo,laughs and the like. We finally left to go meet her friend for drinks and at that point her hair was wound up tighter than Charlie Sheen on a coke bender and I was incapable of driving responsibly. GOOD TIMES 
We meet at a bar and initially the 3 of them are catching up. but since I know neither of the other two I sat there drinking Rolling Rocks at a 3 to 1 clip…getting excited yet???
This goes on for awhile until the catching up is over and I drunkenly join the conversation talking about a little of everything. The only thing is this guy seems VERY interested in MY GF and not so much his fiance. Then it dawns on me from my earlier convo with my GF exactly whats going on here. His GF may have some needs that aren’t exactly being met.
So at this point my GF’s friend is a bit intoxicated and I’m drunk…see where this is going??? Not where you may think…lmao… Anyways things turn VERY fun and extremely sexual in a friendly way… Then my memory of the night becomes blurry 
I wake up the next morning with little to no recollection of our convos without a little help from my GF. She proceeds to tell me that my inner caveman came out and at one point said to this fellow I never met before that his fiance needs a good fucking and recommend he does it asap preferably in the bathroom. My GF continues to explain my caveman antics and asking me questions why I was doing this and that(lots of whipping my cock out and banging it on the table/bar…her words). BTW she LOVES me being a “caveman”… again her words not mine.
So after talking awhile I was like oh shit… F’d that up…prolly came on a little strong and she was like no honey it DEFINITELY NEEDED TO BE SAID your drunken intuition was right(gotta love hearing that ). I had to disagree UNTIL she read me two texts from her friend saying how much they both liked me and how nice and funny I was???
MORAL OF THE STORY IS TO SOMETIMES EMBRACE YOUR INNER CAVEMAN 
. HAHA, that’s a good one though!