Everything is better with an open bar.
I would buy a bible and start going to church because it would be a God-given miracle. I’m not mathematically challenged enough to waste money for a lottery ticket. Hey, you wanted my opinion.
Me too. A really good location and rentable.
Buy the Washington Redskins.
Change the name to the Washington Honkies.
A Lucra LC470… either in the beautiful light blue finish that reminds me of my beloved Manchester City, or the British Racing Green with yellow… beautiful cars.
A Maserati for my mom, because she has always wanted one.
A microbrewery.
A house on the southern beaches of the Dominican Republic.
I could go on and on…
I’d buy a jersey.
I would keep the same color scheme. The logo on the helmet would have a guy with a white face, yellow hair, and a red background.
Should he be wearing a hillbilly-style straw hat?
Or a Confederate Army kepi?
Or a Jughead-style “whoopee cap”?
I would fund some sort of app people would have to have so that when they said “I” when they should have said “me”, it pipes up “ME!”. It would annoy everyone else but it would make me feel much better.
Jughead. Definately.
With an insane stupid amount of money - vacation homes in places that make no economic or touristic sense. “Why yes, I have a custom built yurt in Mongolia; no not in Ulaanbaatar. Too commercial. Everyone goes there. I was at my villa in Comoros and wanted something ‘different.’”
With just a stupid amount of money, I’d do something boring like put it in savings and live of the interest.
I’d buy New Jersey.
OH! OH! OH! I’d buy a ball pit - like kids play in, except adult sized. Then, instead of having it filled with balls, I would have it filled with M&M’s. Oh yes.
I don’t know why, but that makes me think I would buy every style of these:
After all debts were paid, a new customized autoharp and a luxury RV so we (my husband and I are Celtic Knot, musical duo) could go around the country playing at Renaissance fairs and Celtic festivals.
The last few classes I need for a reading specialist endorsement, a M. Div. for my husband.
The old saying goes "If you want to make a small fortune in aviation, start with a big one!"
So… a custom-built hangar home on my own private airfield (grass), with enough hangar space for the F-1 Rocket, RV-10, and MD500, and garage space for the cars, trucks, RV, and the other toys.
A box hangar at a nearby regional airport big enough for the T-6 and PC-12, plus a couple maintenance bays. Make a small Part 145 Repair Station out of it, hire a couple/few of my aircraft mechanic friends as the full-time maintenance staff, and take in a handful of MD500 and PC-12 inspections to keep my friends busy when not working on my stuff.
An entire catalogue of a camera brand. Even the items I would never have a use for.
Enough property for bulldozer demolition derbies, a hedge maze, lots of greenhouses and geodesic domes, an airstrip, a small outdoor performance space, Calder moblies/stabiles and a meadery
I’d buy the Yerkes Observatory in Wisconsin, home of the largest refracting telescope ever built. The University of Chicago has been wanting to unload it for a while, so I think I could get a pretty good deal on it. I don’t know what I’d do with it, but I think it would be a cool thing to own.
(Actually, I’m pretty sensible with money, so I probably wouldn’t buy anything stupid after winning Powerball. I’m just playing along with the OP here.)