There is not a day that goes by where I do not think of a Gary Larson cartoon or think that I am in a Gary Larson cartoon. I can so clearly remember being  a buck-toothed, nervous 9-year old hiding out in the back seat of my parents ford arrowstar reading Gary Larson anthologies and eating warm m&ms and rootbeer and just chuckling. So, thank you, Gary Larson. My world is your world.

There is not a day that goes by where I do not think of a Gary Larson cartoon or think that I am in a Gary Larson cartoon. I can so clearly remember being  a buck-toothed, nervous 9-year old hiding out in the back seat of my parents ford arrowstar reading Gary Larson anthologies and eating warm m&ms and rootbeer and just chuckling. So, thank you, Gary Larson. My world is your world.

(Source: gamesmillazombies)