Well, you did ask for stupid 
Supercar demolition derby!
Meat Cleavers; I just love the damn things. One of my wildest dreams is to do a huge map of the United States (like those things they sell to put the magnets on you buy at souvenir stands) on a big wall and hang a cleaver from each state in the appropriate place.
I’d make an entire BUDGET of stupid things …
Like betting $10,000 that the Spurs win the NBA finals !!!
A very large climate controlled garage filled with all sorts and styles of motorcycles and a gigantic fleet insurance policy.
I’d give free access to a couple of my friends.
I’d buy a complete set of Survivor dvds.
I’m not really a “car guy,” but…there are a couple of concept cars I’ve always loved, ever since I was a kid. Having them—or a, preferably street-legal, replica—would make my day.
Well, those, and a Batmobile. Er, “Gotham Cruiser.”
I should have clarified, one of older, boxier ones. One of those with a front-end the size and shape of a large woodshed.
Powerball tickets aren’t scratch-offs. However, the sheer number of tickets would pose other problems, such as taking too long to print.
You better start with the Tolkien Estate.
Last i heard, they were not keen on the idea?
Kind of a shame
I would buy a whole menagerie of cool pets I always wanted: an Airedale and a Pug and a Belgian Malinois, a Goliath Cockatoo and a macaw, a Capuchin monkey, a goat, a burro, a binturong, a kinkajou, and one of those little New Zealand pigs. And a couple of capybaras for my partner (he likes capybaras). And some chickens and ducks and turtles too.
A vault room - I’d make it my office, and hang my firearms collections on the walls.
And maybe get a Persian cat to hold in my lap and pet whilst giving instructions to my minions.
OK, this is brilliant. Especially if you’ve got Numbersplaying in the background on continuous loop.
I’ll tell you what I’d do, man: two chicks at the same time, man.
After that, keep the Powerball a secret. Use my fortune to broadcast that I got my millions by sending my SSN and bank account numbers to a Nigerian e-mail.
I’d tell everyone I earned it as a male escort.
My husband and I have discussed some odd things to do before.
Hire someone to do “Dueling Banjos” with voice and ??? (I can’t remember what our other option was, maybe violin?) Hmmmm, we thought of this before we knew about Pentatonix & Lindsey Stirling. I wonder if they’d do it for the lolz if I suggested it to them?
We’ve also discussed buying the extra large lot next to us & turning it into a small elaborate public garden. I’ve even got a Pinterest board with ideas for the garden, just for daydreaming purposes.
A third idea I’ve had is to hire Jim Butcher and Ursula Vernon to co-write a story, because IMO they have very similar styles of humor. Or just because I like both of them.
“Last of the V-8 Pursuit Special”
C’mon; you know you want to drive it.
I always wanted to rent the biggest ballroom I can find in town, and, well, turn it into a ball pit. You know, like at Chuck E. Cheese. Only humongous. And with an open bar.
This is the second thread I’ve seen you post about a place having an open bar. Do you have some sort of newsletter I could subscribe to?
Fund a video production of “Waiting for Godot” starring William Shatner and Adam West (with Brian Blessed as Pozzo and Roberto Benigni as Lucky).
Seriously, I want to see this so badly.