Spieling a Good Line It would seem I’m spieling a Good line to this woman at the bar. She’s set on comin’ home with me. I see the two fresh heady drafts The barkeep just set before us. So I say, “Let’s quaff” She says, “Oh, wow. Is that anal?” Then, it’s, “Can I bring a friend?” Whoa, holy moly, a threesome. “I’ll just call my husband and he’ll Come over with the goat and whips.” There are times when one excuses Oneself and just slips out the back.