Your family's history would be changed forever, you could spend it ridiculously, and still do good things. It'd be cool to endow a big scholarship in my father's name at like five universities in each state.
Hire an estate attorney, have them setup a blind trust, claim winnings through the trust and attorney and you’ll stay anonymous. I wouldn’t tell anyone aside from my wife, maybe ever. Wouldn’t quit my job for 6 months or so. People might figure it out or something like it, but at least I’ll never have to confirm anything.
Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. https://m.huffingtonpost.ca/amp/201...iland-prison-for-alleged-graffiti_a_23566413/
Call me paranoid but this is more my style. Screw giving random strangers money in the city to be nice. You would be hounded the rest of your life, possibly murdered by a distant family member with a drug problem. I would swear my spouse to secrecy and never even tell any of our kids or other family members. Sock it away, be fucking quiet, and then do the things I was going to do but was held back by time/money. But since I never buy lotto tickets this is beyond moot. Yay lottery!
so I was having this conversation with my dad this morning. me. so the megamiilions want won last night, it is at 1.6billion now. dad. dam, guess I will have to try and schedule my business trip to village(400 pop) early next week and make the short drive over to American village(87 pop). I have to go anyways might as well try for early next week. me. if you make it here is 20us I had from Vegas.
Id go full Dan Bilzarian and get an audacious house, pack it with full auto weapons, and pay instragram models to fuck between hunting and fishing trips.
You would have WAY more than that guy. You could probably buy a moon, or blow one up for fun. Take your money to Washington. See how many top politicians you can corrupt with the entirety of winnings and report back here with all the dirty details. Change the name of the Brooklyn Bridge to Shitpussy Span. Swear I won’t tell anybody. Or, flat out get elected. You’re rich, bitch. It’s not like you have to know very much once you get there.
I had a few drinks this afternoon and went down a long YouTube rabbit hole. This is where I ended up:
I'd do something similar...I'd buy a whole mountain, put a 15' tall electrified fence all around the base with gun turrets, and declare myself king.
To piggy back on Rush's rant about the USPS, I'm dealing with this right now: It arrived in town last Sunday. I'm still waiting for it to be delivered. WTF? And an experience similar to his.....when I lived in Mississippi I saw my mailman pull up to my mailbox one day, we waved at each other, and when I checked my mailbox there was a notice "Sorry we missed you." Mother fucker you didn't miss me. you saw me, you waved at me and then fucked off delivering my package because you're a lazy asshole.
Today my step-father (read: my father) learned that he has a severely malignant form of cancer. He's going to one of the best hospitals in the country in hopes that they can save his life. And as sad as it is to make this joke, our whole family is like "well at least it isn't a brain tumor." My gut tells me that he will survive. I hope that he will.
That's not a bad idea, so yeah that too. And alligators with lasers. If no one tries to cross my gauntlet of sharks and alligators, I can always amuse myself by watching them fight each other from my gold plated throne.
My daughter is now ten years old. Which means TiB is now nine years old. That’s impressive. RMMB lasted nowhere near that long, and it had tens of thousands of members.
+1 for the joke I was 14 when I found TMMB, then RMMB. I’m 30 now. Damn time flies. Round of pussy flaps though to nettdaddy for making a dead dad joke when my step father isn’t even dead.... yet.