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A bloke walks through the front door, whistling, his hands in the pockets of a rumpled trenchcoat. He sits at the Bar and orders a pint. Before him appears a perfectly poured pint of Guinness and an ashtray. He lights a cigarette and leans back happily.
... you expected some kind of punchline? You must not know John Constantine.
(OOC: For the sake of new muns [welcome! welcome!] I'm reissuing John's General Advisory: Any thread with John will contain adult language, and quite possible adult/offensive content as well. Once you get to know him, he can be a nice guy. Sort of. In his own way. When he feels like it. Please remember that even when John is being an utter *bleep*, John-mun loves you, and welcomes tags from anyone, especially new people.)
... you expected some kind of punchline? You must not know John Constantine.
(OOC: For the sake of new muns [welcome! welcome!] I'm reissuing John's General Advisory: Any thread with John will contain adult language, and quite possible adult/offensive content as well. Once you get to know him, he can be a nice guy. Sort of. In his own way. When he feels like it. Please remember that even when John is being an utter *bleep*, John-mun loves you, and welcomes tags from anyone, especially new people.)