Missing my true calling in life as an Army surgeon who gets discharged after being wounded in the 2nd Anglo-Afghan War who then moves back to England and strikes up a friendship with an odd yet capable consulting detective and then together we work on a series of confounding capers, with me being the more grounded, practical one of the two

You're so vain. I bet you thought this subpost was about you.

Guy who's got a long way to go (to get to the border of Mexico(so he rides(like the wind(rides like the wind))))

bit of an odd dream last night
>Pull car up to stoplight
>Someone gets in the passenger seat without invitation
>Literal fedora wearing neckbeard
>Forget what he says
>"Get outta my car, buddy."
>"Erm, why don't YOU get out of MY car?"
>I then woke up