Mark Lutton
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Maschio, 27,
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- Città: Banbridge
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- Data registrazione: October 2005
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- Hi my name’s Mark, my friends call me Spike. My mother call’s me a cunt and my dad call’s me a mistake. I like dirty cars and fast women. I grew up in Banbridge, lived in London for a while. Recently I’ve been traveling a lot, like a gypsy, only I don’t sell lucky charms and my English is better. I’m an engineer by day, lover by night, drug user by choice and alcoholic by mistake. I have a nine inch tongue and I can breathe through my ears. I have one leg shorter than the other and I walk in circles. Sometimes I like to shit on the ground then jump up real fast and pretend I’m an exclamation Mark!
Other than that I’m just a normal guy who misses his friends.
- Music
- Ministry, Front 242, Wumpscot, Pigface, Pink Floyd, NIN, Radiohead, Pantera, Slayer, Beethoven, Wagner.
- Films
- Clockwork Orange, Apocalypse Now, Donnie Darko, Sin City, Man Bites Dog, Chopper, Aeroplane.
- Things I dislike
- long finger nails, dressing gowns, cucumbers, george bush, the colour yellow, greedy Chinese bastards, the letter O, people with more than 2 syllables in their name, hairy moles, Christians, Muslims, people that say they don't masturbate, that blonde cunt on GMTV, fat people, Vietnamese police, my asshole, people that use the word 'art deco', that cunt that got me locked up in Beijing, girls that wear so much makeup they look like a clown, index fingers, prohibition, the director cutting to a shot of some guys hairy ass right on the custerd stroke.
- Scared Of
- Having my shit pushed in, finding that the fanny isn't the second hole from the back of the neck, Essex girls, Lurgan girls, waking up with a sore hole, having tap ass when traveling in Cambodia, Jeff's feet.
- Happiest When
- partying and all the vices that goes with it.
- Poems
- Too many drugs, I'm down on my luck.
Too much wine flowith from the cup.
I cannot sleep I cannot fuck.
When all is said and done I'm just buggered up. - www.
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Clucky the Racing Hen
As a poor yak trader, in the land of Tibet,
My food was prepared, my cart was all set.
And so off to the races I would head,
To sell to the punters, yak sack n’ bread.
At thirteen thousand feet there’s nothing could beat old clucky the racing hen.
The three thirty at, the Lahsa ring,
He might have been ten to one, but ‘twas fastest thing.
Number 42, was clucky the hen,
Ridden by Pete, his jockey and his friend.
At thirteen thousand feet there’s nothing could beat old clucky the racing hen.
In the mist mountain due, not long ago,
In a far away kingdom, in the Tibetan plateau.
I was selling yak sack, from a wooden cart,
When silence fell around me, as a race was about to start.
At thirteen thousand feet, there’s nothing could beat, old clucky the racing hen.
‘twas the final of the, farm yard race,
And the tension could be seen, on everyone’s face.
As the gun went off, n’ the animals they came,
At the head of the pack, clucky was his name.
At thirteen thousand feet there’s nothing could beat old clucky the racing hen.
I watched in amazement, as he shot past a lamb,
Straddled by Pete, a Banbridge man.
From that day forth, he never lost a race,
What ever the town, what ever the place.
At thirteen thousand feet there’s nothing could beat old clucky the racing hen.
My sad tail of woe, has not long to go,
For going round a hairpin, he went on his hole.
Overtaking a weasel, just two lengths ahead,
He wrote her off, and got his brown bread.
At thirteen thousand feet there’s nothing could beat old clucky the racing hen.
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Daddy was a Rapist
Oh, Daddy was a rapist, I never new my Mum.
The papers called him evil, but Dad just liked his fun.
He liked it ruff and ready, it’s the only way he’d come.
Daddy always got his woman, and always up the bum.
He terrorized the public, for more than 20 year.
Taking women of his fancy, and always ripped on beer.
He was my greatest hero, for he filled the town with fear.
He might have been a rapist, but at least he wasn’t queer.
Oh, Daddy the back door rapist, he loved old Jonny Cash.
He’d sit and sing the ring of fire, while getting stoned on hash.
Then he’d go out stalking, and find a woman to bash.
Drag them in the bushes, and smash them in the gash.
Oh Daddy I like your life style, I think I’ll have a go.
It would be cheaper than spending my money, on that dirty hoe.
I could be the new back door rapist, and smash girls in the hole.
The history of the back door rapist, Daddy and I will only know.
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A song for Pete.
This is a song about ma favorite bar,
In Banbridge town under the northern star.
In Reilly street, where friends you’ll meet,
In the railway bar it’s hard to beat.
(Chores)
Reilly street, buckfast to eat,
Railway bar, will ya save me a seat?
Bushmills whisky I’ll have mine neat,
Keep on drinking ‘till you can’t stand on your feet.
Lets get ripped, drinking beers,
I’ve a nine inch tough and I can breathe through my ears.
Straight or queer, have no fear,
It’s all the same, when you’ve had 10 beer.
If you want some girls you don’t have to go far,
Down Reilly street in the railway bar
Annie soapy fanny, Julie hector,
Lips like a fish, she could suck start a tractor.
Mary Maguire she’s so sour.
At the age of 13 she lost her flower.
Big sweaty Betty she’s a woe,
If you’ve got spare change she’s a pound a go.
Too many pills and coke your starting to boke,
In the railway bar it just another joke.
Pete’s pissed again he’s pulling out his sack,
In the railway bar it’s just a bit of crack.
Dean’s taking a fit, Wilsy’s clean lit
Jeff’s under the table he’s trying to take a shit.
Some call them gay the rules of alcohol they obey
Their weekend starts on a Tuesday when they get their benefit pay.
There are many characters down Reilly street way,
you only see them at night, they don’t come out in the day
if you want some fun you don’t have to go far
Down Reilly street in the railway bar.
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yo spike ye mad bastard wats the craic wif ya, r u still in oz living the dream!!
GO ON YA CUNT!!!wats the craic bro?how r things in the land of oz?i mite b cumen in2 sum money soon so i cud b joining u soon if it all works out!!
Thats hardly you in the profile pic is it lol. Tiddddyyyyy!!!!
Are you still in oz or where are ya at? Im in brisy living at the moment...
gonna be in sidney from the 6th if you fancy a few drinks. send me your no
Hey Spike,
I have a wedding invite for ya here where will i post it to?
Gettin married 14th Aug 09 do u thing u will be able to make it?
Let me know asap so i can work out table plans and how many meals etc.
Thanx xx
well marko hows things. I hear your over in sydney living the high life. Will be heading there in july for a few days if u fancy meeting up for a few drinks
U goin on Monday, ya got everything sorted then!! im sure ul be glad to get back!! ul hada keep in touch so when we get over ya can shout us a drink lol
Quality Profile pic ya nut
well u mad man whats the craic were abouts r u now
Yo bi
Did ya have a good un on sat night? Had a great night cant believe its all over!!!
Depart tomorrow so just running round like a headless chicken getting everything sorted. If its not done by now its too late lol
xx
Hey apologises for not gettin back to ya on sun me and dean had been out sat nite and i was dyin as per usual
hope ya got sorted ok just rem when i seen ya earlier 
well lad!when u cumen home?youre dinner is gettin cold!!
Hey there cutie pie. It's little Jeff here with my little love pistol ready for action. You should my sexy body now, its lush. I have bumps in all the right places if you know what i mean. uhhh huhh
wats up cockboy? hows things with you man?
well spike were abouts r u living it up r u still in oz
well mate, just a quick hello to see how your doing, when you home again, it would be great to see you again
well spike whats the craic