If I am ever protesting my job loss with "I was too drunk to consent to a gay sex tape" somebody just come over and shoot me.
Could you imagine having kids with someone who, at 39 years old and employed in what should be an extremely professional organization, this sort of stuff would even be a possibility?
Sophomoric jokes on a message board aside, I'd stick my head in an oven before I'd marry her. (Obviously I'd be more than willing to let the ladies double up on me for a weekend if I were single and had industrial strength protection.)