Did you ever direct your mate into a water hole with assurances of it's depth, knowing all the while it was a bike eater...?
Roost him out of a mud hole?
Lean over and flick his kill switch?
Cheap laughs are sometimes the best...
I stood on the other side of this hole waiting for Rick.
When he arrived, I assured him it was a mere splash.
As he tried to start it, the fatigue must have addled his brain and he got my name wrong - he muttered something like "Thanks Munt" or Lunt or maybes it was "Thanks Bunt"
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