A pair of Chistian Louboutin red-bottoms just as, like, an ornament.
99,999,999 Powerball tickets, and a Coke.
I mentioned it before in a previous thread, but now I’m upping the ante from one of these to also hiring a full-time person to help run it.
Freightlinter makes RV’s. I know someone who has one; with his race trailer it’s longer than a normal tractor-trailer & because it’s a private vehicle he doesn’t need a CDL & isn’t subject to their rules.
As for me, the last edition to the fleet of cars I now own is a hippity-hop car.
I’d pay for a nice ski resort for a week in peak season to be shut down to everyone except me. No queues at the chairs or restaurants, no eejits whizzing past my nose, but best of all, nobody to see me trundling down the piste like a pensioner or falling over like a twat.
A Singer Porsche.
A Seiko Credor.
And I’d design and have built a Frank Lloyd Wright style Farmhouse. Imagine a sprawling ranch set into the landscape with just perfect liveable style and detailing. Yeah.
Moderate size RV. Then it would be adios for a year as we travel around the country.
Or maybe two years. 
Edison wax cylinder gramophone with a recording stylus. A bunch of really nice suits. Nothing high fashion, just a solid collection of single- and double-breasted three-piece outfits, and then probably a summer wardrobe. There are a few other things I have on a list around here somewhere but I can’t be bothered to look for it at the moment.
a big, big area of land and put in buffalo and elephants. Let them run free.
Most of these aren’t very stupid; they are dreams you have and many of them you would try to do if you could.
Now me, I’d use some of it to sponser the First World Championship Bikini Oil Wresting Tournament. Probably hold it on the beach in Rio DeJaniero. Bet I’d make my money back just on pay-per-view, too…
I’d buy old machines, like comptometers, an enigma (if any available), switchboards with plugs, and old fashioned wall phone with two parts and a ringer and stuff like that.
I would hire the hot male celebrity of my choice, changing to a different one every day, for hour-long footrubs.
Buy a Single A baseball team.
I’d double the size of my existing house. Vertically.
ETA: Alternatively, a decommissioned missile silo. It’s the ultimate Man Cave!
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I’d offer to underwrite 50% of your costs if we could ensure that opera is 50% of your classical mix.
I’d do this.
I would get a set of replica Kraftwerk mannequins made. Naturally, I would buy a fairly large house if I had all that money, so I’d be able to display them in a lesser-used hallway or somewhat out-of-the-way place so they would surprise visitors.
I think I’d get a set of neonRalf/Karl/Wolfgang/Florian signs made to go with them.
I hope the skies are not cloudy all day.
Make high quality porn versions of my favourite pop culture entertainment.
You wont have enough time to scratch them all before they expire, and you have no money left to hire others to help you. 