^^^you'd trust a lawyer to pick up a bag containing ~$300 million cash in it for you?
^^^you'd trust a lawyer to pick up a bag containing ~$300 million cash in it for you?
I'd open a strip club in Jackson, call it The Padded Room. I can see it now:
Redhead Thursdays
Iceman Fridays (wear jeans and get a free drink and lap dance)
Hookers and Blow Saturdays (self explanatory)
No kick turns
No mercy
Actually I'd probably invest in a bit of land somewhere either here in the lower 48 or up in Alaska and build an efficient, off-the-grid home on it. About the only thing I've decided that I do want in a house like that is indoor plumbing, no way in hell do I want to have to shit in an outhouse in the middle of the winter.
Get my pilot's license and a small aircraft, something along the lines of a supercub.
Donate to some charities and maybe invest in some companies.
I'd probably spend a few years just traveling and exploring the world, spend a good chunk of it then. As of this point, I don't want to have kids so I'll probably try and spend most of it before I die, leave the rest to some random person in my will.
No kick turns
No mercy
1 beach house, 1 mountain house, both with $.5m theaters full of Levinson, Wilson ++
Ferrari 458, Jag XFR and Gelanwagen at each location
Constant travel to exotica. Dive with Great Whites, balloon with Branson, ski with Hoji
Payoff all immediate family debt, and all get a couple million to blow as they want.
85 SeaRay
Trust funds for grankids and great-grandkids not born yet.
Holodeck (fuck yeah - do not disturb). Hookers and blow would be for amateurs.
OK, so that's 1%....
I never play the lotto, but I bought tickets today. C'mon Santa, I've been good.
I would surreptitiously hire really stealthy trailbuilders to work on little 'projects' of my own choosing globally.
And donate trail monies to various trail groups that strike my fancy.
The Teton Valley trail advocacy group(s) would be funded to the tits.
And I would still spend a bulk of my nights dirtbag camping, but in a fully ridiculous off road sprinter type beast.
Why the hell would you ever go back to work?
I'd collect and be on a plane the same day to somewhere warm for awhile. Then storm chase.
I'd figure out the financial details at some point. I'm sure I could afford to fly in a few finance guys.
Obviously hide as much offshore as possible.
Anonymously donate a bunch to various charities I support now. I'd probably trust the making money from the money to someone else and enjoy life.
"These are crazy times Mr Hatter, crazy times. Crazy like Buddha! Muwahaha!"
I'd call up Red Bull or the Russians and ask them how much it would cost for them to get me into space (the skydive wouldn't be necessary).
I'd try to live how I do now with few exceptions. I would do my best to not do anything outrageous for a few years. But I would:
Buy a small home in Carmel, bandon (Oregon) and a small place near kirkwood
Open a Philly cheesesteak joint
Get all of my friends out of debt
Turn my forester xt into a forester Sti
Buy everyone on here a pair of skis of their choice and a season pass to their mountain
Completely fund bobby stainless' operation as long as he supplied me
Buy a snow mobile
Pay off my parents' houses
Ski silverton a lot and travel to ski
Do some things I've always wanted to do, like drive ze audobahn, visit the French Riviera, go to Fiji, Vietnam, bone Lela star
Tip every service person $100 for anything
Then I'd donate my time to helping others. Kind of undercover bosses or secret millionaire style.
Buy all the dopest Mac products
Buy every pair of dunk sb's
Buy a couple ducatis, a Yamaha grizzly
Eat toro almost every night
Play a lot of golf
Get atmosphere and the living legends to play all of my birthdays
"One season per year, the gods open the skies, and releases a white, fluffy, pillow on top of the most forbidding mountain landscapes, allowing people to travel over them with ease and relative abandonment of concern for safety. It's incredible."
When do you have to buy a ticket by?
"One season per year, the gods open the skies, and releases a white, fluffy, pillow on top of the most forbidding mountain landscapes, allowing people to travel over them with ease and relative abandonment of concern for safety. It's incredible."
You are too late.
Sorry.
Allot of you boys get it, some don't. When I can't sleep at night the past few years I plan this in my head and nod off pretty quik. I agree with the one time gifts, Pave my 800' gravel driveway, a house for my dumb ass brother, some select philanthropy ect. But more work? Fuck that. I been working since I was 15 and am 50.
Say you collected 223 mil after all said and done. I have an etrade savings account already, so put 200 in the savings and the 23 in an account attached to a checking and credit card and go from there. Control it all from your laptop. Investing is a minor concern. Throw the keys to my store to my employee and go to town.
Charter a Jet to Canton in the gilbert islands (look it up) to drop of me and the boys for a week of insane flyfishing then south to charter a huge fucking sailboat to do Bora Bora and the tuamotus. (Hookers and blow come in here) then of to BA to sit on a couple dozen nice polo ponies and send them up to the US to keep in Newport for the summer while raging back and forth to the mediterainian. Get an account with the Moorings and Sevenseas to have a boat and my disposal at any of their locations world wide. http://www.sevenseascharters.com/
Big fucking stone house in Colorado, I have this pipedream about one way up high across the i70 from Vail that has a sled barn and we have some huge bowls to do laps in behind the house. Get Blurred to drive for us. Get small but select penthouse condos in certain ski areas that are fun and in various zones to storm chase and party.
Continue to cook meals for my friends but in more remote locations and bigger kitchens!
I have been to a number of truly insane places and if you have the coin they are waiting...
It would be fun. I hate these stories of these people whose lives are ruined or like that kid in Nebraska that won big, he bought a new truck and Combine for the failing farm..
^^^ This right here sums it up pretty succinctly.
I may buy a house on Mustique though. This one suites my fancy: http://www.simplicitymustique.com/
I'd close up my business but I'd do it slowly over the course of a year or two.
My goal would be to keep it quite enough that I didn't even have to tell my family and friends. I'd invest in some good wood working tools and spend time learning more about fine woodworking.
I wouldn't tell anyone, especially the wife...
For maybe 5-6 seconds at least.
Strangely, the last time Powerball was up around $500M (April?), I actually met someone worth $500M and we now walk our dogs together... It doesn't really seem to have affected him at all, but he gets good seats to the Celtics.
Screw the net, Surf the backcountry!
I'd tell you what I'd do in the first 24 hours or winning:
Take all my friends out for a pricey dinner and get drunk as shit
Wake up and go pay cash for a Ferrari 458
Then I'd book a 10 day heli trip for all my buddies.
Beyond that I'd have to think about it more.
Cant win if you dont play, its $2 com'n.
Is the jackpot enough to surf and ski with Rog for a day?
That's easy-
I'd buy a new home:
Charter it out a couple times a year, just to pay for fuel and staff. Try to make it break even to run it.
Nice home base for any adventures.
Oh, but that second heli pad up front would have a 36 Yellowfin on it![]()
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I like living where the Ogdens are high enough so that I'm not everyone's worst problem.- YetiMan
I'd call my no father good in law and tell him what a loser he is cause I've gots more $$$ than he and the only reason I tolerate him is because I like his daughter. And call him a loser a whole bunch of times. Hookers and blow til I'm worn out and then moar hookers and blow, rinse and repeat. And surround myself with yes men.
If the shocker don't rock her, then Dr. Spock her. Dad.
i would fuck up and go into massive debt due to mismanagement of funds.
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