NormDo you prefer Tickets or Sneaking in?
Of all the men with tickets on themselves none had more than Sergei “Tickets” Eisenstein. Hospitalised for his early dementia that manifested itself in interior decorating, he smeared faeces on the walls with his hand. Shit spreads best with an open palm. Fisting shit is also effective. Criticised and apprehended for fucking a teen with a shitty hand-trowel, Tickets said “It was worth it!” and was promptly released. She was asking for it. Hardly is it worth a mention that he never worked again. Work was of no interest to Humphrey “Sneaking In” Bogart. He courted this wry female with apparently geometrical tits and a look on her face that said “There’s no apparently about it”. He found his way into her house, acquiring his nickname along the way, and then snuck in the back door. He just as easily could have been dubbed Backdoor Bogey. It wasn’t to be. Halfway through she woke up to find him coming in and out of her back door, “Wipe your dick on the front mat and then go” she yawned.
Eisenstein and Bogart: opposite.
