lol.... My townhouse is right next to campus and a block from my hospital job and its $400 less than when I was living in the trendy part of Addison!
lol.... My townhouse is right next to campus and a block from my hospital job and its $400 less than when I was living in the trendy part of Addison!



my fiance wears the same kind, it bugs me, he is to lazy to tie his shoe laceies. now, he buys them from wal-mart. dont know what im going to do with him he is to cheap when it comes to himself.Originally Posted by kryssy
Minahsky,
A girl after my own heart. The girls who are really making it are the silent hustlers. I hate when someone asks me how much I made (usually the younger girls) like I'm really going to tell them. I worry about me and all the bills are paid in full and on time.![]()





I don't get it. Not at all.
If they have been cautious about accumulating wealth and they don't spend money on making their lives a bit more comfortable, why would they spend it on dancers?
Something is just very odd about that idea.
I loved going to strip clubs; I actually made some friends there. Now things are different for the clubs and for me. As a result I am not as happy.
Customers are not entitled to grope, disrespect, or rob strippers. This is their job, not their hobby, and they all need income. Clubs are not just some erotic show for guys to view while drinking.
NOTE: anything I post here, outside of a direct quote, is my opinion only, which I am entitled to. Take it for what you estimate it is worth.
heh money is money.
i Live frugally at home.
I spend all I save when I go on vacation![]()
People are not ruled by their memories.





so when do you expect to get to your first million?
I loved going to strip clubs; I actually made some friends there. Now things are different for the clubs and for me. As a result I am not as happy.
Customers are not entitled to grope, disrespect, or rob strippers. This is their job, not their hobby, and they all need income. Clubs are not just some erotic show for guys to view while drinking.
NOTE: anything I post here, outside of a direct quote, is my opinion only, which I am entitled to. Take it for what you estimate it is worth.





I think even if I had multi millions of dinero I would still ask how much I just think that is plain ignorant . I work hard for my money I am not about to waste it . A million really isnt a lot ( its a shitload I agree ) but when you start thinking about retirement I mean I could live pretty good off of it but you must scale down your lifestyle once the cash flow stops coming in like when you had a job .Insurance is a kick in the ass and you need it when you get older . I dont care if people know this ( I pay my taxes ) but I figure in two years I will have the 1m in assets (paid for ) maybe more . But much of these assets are investments so you never know which way they could go . I eat dinner at home most of the time but do hit the resturant on occasion . And I do clip coupons and I am proud of it - its free money ! I try to wait for sales to avoid impulse buying - its all really simple once you become acustomed to that type of mindset . Two of my vehicles are over 10 yrs old and still run and look great - I did buy a new Honda two years ago only because my cougar had 150,000 miles and started to burp and fart a lot .If you keep things simple life is much easier believe me .
I'll take this question as directed at me.Originally Posted by threlayer
Oh, wait. Is this a trick question?![]()
Here's the answer: Because dancers make your life a lot more comfortable, of course.![]()





A millionaire got to be 60 yrs old and has several wives over the years. He confided to a good friend after a few beers. You know, now I know how I've been living. I mean what I've apparently been trying to do. I've done it so many times. I spend lots of effort finding a woman I'll soon hate so that I can buy her a house. You think I'd learn something, but I don't.
Apparently sometimes a couple of beers helps one's thinking. I don't know what the connection is here with this topic. Maybe I need a beer or two.
I loved going to strip clubs; I actually made some friends there. Now things are different for the clubs and for me. As a result I am not as happy.
Customers are not entitled to grope, disrespect, or rob strippers. This is their job, not their hobby, and they all need income. Clubs are not just some erotic show for guys to view while drinking.
NOTE: anything I post here, outside of a direct quote, is my opinion only, which I am entitled to. Take it for what you estimate it is worth.





agreed - a million dollars 'ain't what it used to be' !





What happens financially if you stopped working at 60 and then lived till 90. How are you going to coast 30 years in the face of threats to Social Security and ever increasing healthcare costs? And people's current hedonistic lifestyles?
I loved going to strip clubs; I actually made some friends there. Now things are different for the clubs and for me. As a result I am not as happy.
Customers are not entitled to grope, disrespect, or rob strippers. This is their job, not their hobby, and they all need income. Clubs are not just some erotic show for guys to view while drinking.
NOTE: anything I post here, outside of a direct quote, is my opinion only, which I am entitled to. Take it for what you estimate it is worth.





Basically, a million dollars smartly invested, without spending a penny of it, will result in an after-tax annual income of about $40,000 per year.



I could not imagine pinching pennies when a person makes a good income. What a miserable existence. Work hard, play hard.... that's what I believe strongly in.
Yes, exactly correct. Even assuming a very conservative asset distribution.Originally Posted by Melonie
Oh, and a million dollars around here buys you a very small house, a rental car and a Starbucks latte. It takes $2 - 3m to even build a home in a good neighborhood with a few acres of land.




Same thing where I live, and you'd be lucky to have enough left over for the latte. It is beautiful, though.Originally Posted by The Other Owner
So what's Fuck You money these days? Is it still three million?
"Doc still loved true things, but he knew it was not a general love and it could be a very dangerous mistress." - John Steinbeck, Cannery Row
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
^ Funny you should ask that. I seem to be dealing with exactly that question right now.![]()
Answer: 3.5 - 4m, depending on how the payout occurs. If you can wiggle a long-term capital gains arrangement out of it through stock swaps, or involve a publicly-traded corporation where part of the sale can be handled in securities, you can also defer taxation until conversion.
I think it takes pretty close to $10MM before you can "live the good life" without having to budget too closely.
"All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending."
--Avril Lavigne





I could live the good life for me with 3mill no problem thats with trips and all ..
Originally Posted by Lurker





One thing about retiring ... you can spend your new-found time figuring out how to reduce your costs of living, including finding a non-ridiculous place to live.Originally Posted by The Other Owner
I loved going to strip clubs; I actually made some friends there. Now things are different for the clubs and for me. As a result I am not as happy.
Customers are not entitled to grope, disrespect, or rob strippers. This is their job, not their hobby, and they all need income. Clubs are not just some erotic show for guys to view while drinking.
NOTE: anything I post here, outside of a direct quote, is my opinion only, which I am entitled to. Take it for what you estimate it is worth.
^ I'm a very long way from retiring, though. I need to maintain liquidity, properties and reasonable cash flow just to keep the dancers happy.
Guys think the "millionaire" title works magic with women, but just as often it's a bad punch line.
I had just gone shopping with my SO and picked up some fantastic white plats and pink lingerie. So just for fun she wanted to wear the plats while we did more shopping at the Promenade mall, so I figure that's ok as long as I'm, well, armed. So then we finish shopping, it's getting a little dark and those plats are getting tough on her ankles, even though she's a dancer, and I have a sudden and complete lapse of sanity and say, "Honey, just stay here for 3 minutes while I go get the car and bring it around to pick you up." Uh-huh. About 20 nanoseconds after I disappear around the corner, some dot-com flunkie washout dweeb shows up out of nowhere, starts hitting on her and invites himself to coffee. His opening line? "I'm an unemployed millionaire." Yeah, he has no idea how close he got to being an unemployed corpse.![]()
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