Having a friend call your cell if you are the unfortunate guy who is stuck with the grenade
to help you escape having to have sex with her.
Pal..."Dude, get out fast!"
Guy..."NO WAY, I'll be there in a few minutes!...*hang up* Sorry I gotta go, my grandma is dying."
Grenade..."OH I'm sorry to hear that. Well, we can have sex some other time."
Guy..."Sure we will." *leaves*
**Later that night at the bar*
Guy..."Dude, thx so much!"
Pal..."Sure, but you gotta buy me a drink."