Urban Legend Michael Ripple

Well, it finally happened.
Apparently I've achieved a new level of notoriety...

Urban Legend.

It was told to me today that 'someone's son told their son...(removed by at least 3 degrees of relation)...that the man that lives in the big house across from the pond...

'use to be a priest, but now he is an atheist and hates all catholics'
'he lives alone all by himself in the big house across the pond'

Wow.

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