I’d build myself a 4-engine flying boat, take a trip around the world, and make a movie and book about it.
Or you could buy this castle (once it’s rebuilt), fly the Iranian flag from the ramparts and hire a masked and hooded militia to parade around the front of the property with fake automatic weapons.
That’d get you some notoriety in the neighborhood.
I’d finance an episode of The Animal Adventurer with myself in the starring role and pay Animal Planet to run it. It would feature incredibly hair-brained stunts
like:
Petting The Domesticated Spaniel
Picking Up Live Earthworms (“Woah! It’s Enormous!!!”)
and
Chasing Small Flightless Birds
Now if I could just find my safari hat…
This is great! But why stop at horseradish? I think every food product could benefit from this sticker.
Also “Now cures cancer!”
I’d just take a lesson from everybody’s favorite $315M Powerball winner, Jack Whittaker, and manage to lose it all in approximately 4 years.
I’d do that now. I’d even dress up as Dee Snider, or better yet in a Speedo, cap and goggles. I wouldn’t even need the money.
You’re also my hero for this, but only if my mother and I can be a part of it.
My stunt’s not so big: buy a brand new house custom-built with a stripclub/sports bar themed basement complete with bar, multiple HDTVs, and a stripper pole or two. (Why yes, my husband is a very lucky man.) However, before we move out of the current house, pay most of our neighbors (all but the ones that are about to get pranked) a hefty sum of money to not complain, then set up a giant sound system
to blare opera or some other non-rap music in the middle of the night as payback for the neighbors with offensive bass. (Maybe that’s a little mean, but I don’t care.)
How cool your life must be!
I’d build a library in my honor. I’d make 'em erect a giant statue of me, with waterfalls. There would be a secret password to get in, and there would be daily events for the kiddies and seminars like (with apologies to F. Nietzsche) “Why Olives is So Wise”, “Why Olives Writes Great Books” and “Why Olives is a Destiny.”
Whenever I’d get the urge to spend a quarter of a million dollars on a car, I’d use that much money to buy something useful for the community, instead.
I’d find brilliant-but-poor musicians and artists. I’d put 'em on a generous salary to do their best work, rather than having to churn out schlock to pay the bills.
I was going to say I would take over the independent principality of Sealand, an abandoned off-shore WWII anti-aircraft platform taken over and declared an independent nation by a couple of daring crackpots, but from the Wikipedia article I linked, it appears that $25 million wouldn’t be enough.
So instead I’d probably start a national campaign of billboard and/or television ads, telling people not to be so stupid all the time.
Call the fire department and ask them if they’re busy. Call the Bank and pay off the mortgage and call and cancel the homeowners insurance. Pass out marshmallows and hot dogs to the neighbors. Then move DeHusband and DeMenagerie out and burn that lousy, broken-foundationed house to the ground.
It’d be *so * beautiful!
Me-262, baby!
Then I’d tour the world doing airshows.
Wouldn’t it be so much more fun to have them restored and shown in dream palaces with a Wurlitzer or live orchestra? You could serve dinner and drinks and require period dress.
That is awesome. Well done sir or maam.
I’d spend a few months compiling a mass e-mailing list from as many sources as I could find. Once done, I’d send out hundreds of thousands of emails stating that I am an eccentric millionaire who, by virtue of some run-ins with the IRS, has lost immediate access to several of my accounts, and as such, I need your help. If you reply to this email now with your name, address, social security number, date of birth, and bank account number, this will allow me to channel my money through your account, and as a reward, I will leave you ONE MILLION DOLLARS!
Then, when the first few people responded…I’d deposit $1,000,000 into their accounts.
Next, I’d contact the media and inform them, anonymously, that this had happened. National news outlets everywhere would begin reporting that replying to emails asking for scads of personal information results in being awarded with fabulous cash prizes. I would then sit back and watch the very interesting changes in global wealth distrubition over the next few months.
Yeah, I’m evil.
Mr. Orzabal, you are one mean bastard.
I kinda like it. A lot.
Buy 25M worth of futures in avocados, asparagus, citrus, and lettuce.
Oh wait, I would have had to do that last week, wouldn’t I?
I would commission a kick-arse all glass submarine to travel under the polar cap.
What happened last week?