My Runestone

Join with me as I carve a runestone that my name might last to eternity!

Now I shall ever be.

I have obtained this half-ton stone of the finest obsidian – it shall serve as a permanent testament to my strength and valor. My name will be written on the halls of the aeons! In cursive!

Come, my feral swine. Carve for me!

On this, the 11th day of the 11th month of the 9th year after the Culver’s was established on Silver Lake Road in New Brighton, MN bringing with it frozen custard of the finest varieties, I, Peter Welle erected this stone to commemmorate my own existence. I am a lone, towering man staring into an uncertain future. My face has been windburned by woe and the gusting gales of grief. My inner thighs are pockmarked with pudency. Yet I remain, a stalwart, elemental force against the iniquity of the world.

Lo, to all you who read these words, be warned: somewhere, in some eternal, ethereal form, I am watching you as you go to the bathroom…

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4 Responses to My Runestone

  1. Adam O says:

    That Culvers replaced the Hardee’s I used to work at. It was demolished so you could make your prophetic utterance.

  2. peter says:

    The passing of Hardees is but a sad part of the natural order of things.

  3. Thom says:

    I am responding to this while using the bathroom. We are even.

  4. Sponno says:

    “Lo, to all you who read these words, be warned: somewhere, in some eternal, ethereal form, I am watching you as you go to the bathroom…”.

    This quote is worthy of much praise.

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