'Son with a spare room' safe withdrawal rate

I laughed out loud -- although I did not blow milk out my nose. :D
 
Over on the nofeeboards, ataloss has a posted masterful parody of a frequent poster's long-winded tomes in this seminal offering.

I much enjoyed the line where he refers to Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys as "one of the great personal finance advisors of all time." That's the sort of thing you only find on this new internet discussion-board communications medium.
 
Beach Boys for music(albums of course), DeGaul for finance, and a good old no. pencil and graph paper.

All the rest - talk and entertainment. Heh, heh -since ER, talk/posting and reading is entertainment - as long as you have fun.
 
"Beach Boys for music (albums of course)"

I trust that the parenthetical is a rejection of the compact disc concept, not a rejection of the 45 RPM concept.

Don't let me down on this one, UncleMick. I believe in you.

By the way, there's a Brian Wilson song that describes well my feelings about the Motley Fool board community. I can't post there, but some of them are known to visit this place from time to time. So I'll do it here and hope that the words (and the feelings reflected in the words) reach the intended parties.

"The love of my life, she left me one day.
I cried when she said 'I don't feel the same way.'
But I have the warmth of the sun...."

The guy could write a post, could he not? He favored short stuff. But it was short stuff that packed a punch.
 
As the originator of the "son with a spare room" system, and I believe also the first person to bring up the "blowing milk out of my nose" remark, I will be collecting royalties from all of you shortly.

Hey, have to come up with some way to offset the costs of continued parental care ;)
 
Where is my lawyer. Where! Where!

1994 got the widowed mom. 2003 the erstwhile commercial fisherman(woman? person?)stepdaughter with crushed heel. SRS - I think TH just changed the label - probably knew somehow what I'd been up to. If there are royalties, I want my under the table cut.

Heh heh heh heh - alright so it was funny.
 
But there's knowing and then there's Knowing, you know? People don't really know.

You know why? Because they don't have a number to put to it. They understand that valuation plays a role in investing success, but they have little idea how much of a role. srs analysis tells them. srs analysis gives them the number to unlock the secrets, to make things that never added up before make sense at last.

Sometimes people don't want to know. We have seen a good bit of that in the course of The Great Debate. Sometimes they do. We have seen some of that too. Sometimes you see both drives--the drive to know and the drive not to know--in the same poster! I've seen this scores of times now. The debate that results from this mix of desires to know and not to know is at times an unruly one, a fractious one. Sometimes it seems to be a time-wasting one.

Still Laughing. I think the above diatribe sums up these discussions better than anything I've read! 8)
 
Still Laughing. I think the above diatribe sums up these discussions better than anything I've read!

So long as we can laugh about it, there's hope.
 
As the originator of the "son with a spare room" system, and I believe also the first person to bring up the "blowing milk out of my nose" remark, I will be collecting royalties from all of you shortly.

I found son with a spare room, but the blowing milk reference I must have missed. Better than blowing good scotch, though, I suppose.

arrete
 
Lets see...someone said something funny and I said "shoot, I just laughed so hard milk came out of my nose...funny...I wasnt even drinking milk...".

Guess you had to be there... :p
 
Th:

Your milk through your nose post was after you read Cutthroats world class signoff to Wabmester.
"Blow me" Hope you're not drinking milk 8)
 
Actually at this very point in time, I am drinking milk.

GLUG

Now its gone. Say something funny.
 
TH likes his milk.
It goes down smooth as silk.
He quaffs it quite lazily
and expells it quite nasally,
as befits a man of his ilk.

John Galt
 
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