What’s your income / net worth?

[tree_]

guys, what is your salary? That's a true way to measure how big our penises really are

i'll go first

$573,000/year

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[dad]

i'm worth every penny.

how's that?

Do you need me to CashApp you a nft?

probably.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

According to the official RM census of 2019,

9.4% of RMers make under $20k a year,
21.2% of RMers make between $20k and $40k,
15.3% of RMers make between $41k and $50k,
17.6% of RMers make between $51k and $75k,
11.8% of RMers make between $76k and $90k,
10.6% of RMers make between $91k and $120k,
3.5% of RMers make between $121k and $150k,
5.9% of RMers make between $151k and $250k,
1.2% of RMers make between $251k and $500k,
and 3.5% of RMers make over $500k

That only adds up to 85%

Yes... 85% of RMers completed the census

I didnt actually count

I know

You really understand how to post with me.

I do not

That is true.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

i'm worth every penny.

how's that?

Do you need me to CashApp you a nft?

probably.

Did you lose your job

[bodysnatcher]

I just leased a (used) 2011 Chevy Aveo at a 19.5% APR.

[Chris_H_2]

guys, what is your salary? That's a true way to measure how big our penises really are

Doug’s salary is $0

[dad]

i'm worth every penny.

how's that?

Do you need me to CashApp you a nft?

probably.

Did you lose your job

i have a job?

[dad]

I just leased a (used) 2011 Chevy Aveo at a 19.5% APR.

Oy Aveo!

[tree_]

guys, what is your salary? That's a true way to measure how big our penises really are

Doug’s salary is $0

OK then, how much is in your bank + yearly salary!

[tree_]

Would somebody tell me what the deal is with doug? Everyone seems to know but me. Did he win the lottery or something?

[Chris_H_2]

guys, what is your salary? That's a true way to measure how big our penises really are

Doug’s salary is $0

OK then, how much is in your bank + yearly salary!

you think doug has his money sitting in a bank earning .002% interest?

[tree_]

ok then stocks savings or otherwise! i'm not rich i don't know how this works

[Jorge]

Would somebody tell me what the deal is with doug? Everyone seems to know but me. Did he win the lottery or something?

He married a Hollywood mogul

[tree_]

i hope he loves him/her at least

[dad]

i married a nurse.

[bodysnatcher]

Would somebody tell me what the deal is with doug? Everyone seems to know but me. Did he win the lottery or something?

He starred in a pretty successful show on Nickelodeon in the 90s

[tree_]

Affluent
Treading Water
Poor

those should be the three options

I choose treading water for now. But if we sell our house I will be affluent.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

guys, what is your salary? That's a true way to measure how big our penises really are

Guess

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.