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that is more money that this entire town will make - ever.

I'd probably have a heart attack if I won of of those. Then I'd buy someone else's heart with my new fortune and drink mochas and kahlua every day for the rest of my life.

I think you should share your winnings with the working class.

and complain about how taxes are robbing you blind.

That's a lotta damn scratch.

probably blow it on Kool cigarettes

i'd probably lose it somewhere on my way to claim the prize.

ONLY IF THEY SIGN AN OATH DECLARING THEIR LOYALTY TO THE COMMUNIST PARTY.



Hmm...

I am a tax and spend libral!

I know you are. I was kidding. You're a tax and spend libral now, but 340 million has a way of changing people.

i think the hardest part of winning that kind of money would be dealing with your friends. how would you help them out? just give them money? give them jobs? give them money with stipulations?

and how close of a friend would you have to be?
would you help out your old job if you liked them?
would you open your own Arby's so you could eat there any time of day?

Let them win the lottery on their own.

Really I don't know what I would do, but I would probably give them alot, and end up dying broke and forgotten

i would just fake my death and get on the yacht

I found myself happy for the young couple who won the 850k. At least their priorities seem to be straight, house then student loans.

If we had won that I'd pay off all our debts including my 8 million dr's bills. Then I'd put money into an account/trust fund for my son, then buy a house, fix my car , get josh a new one, and the rest after that well who knows.

I know I'd probably give money to my ma, she deserves it.

Actually, you should take your weddings and fund the slavery reparations, so that whole thing will just go away.

They had a show about lottery winners on A&E (I think) a few years ago.

They showed this guy who had won one of the largest prizes ever (at least at the time he won) it was something over $100,000,000.

He had the tackiest house full of the most guady junk ever. But, what was funny, is he said he made something like $18,000 per day in interest. So every day he spend less than that he was actually getting richer. Heh.

When I win, Friends get genuine Smokey & the Bandit Trans Ams.

My general definition of "Friend" is something along the lines of "Either I owe you or you owe me something of relatively substantial value, be it property, support, favor, etc., but neither one of us is concerned with collecting."

I also want one of them big Chinese New Year dragons in my foyer. I would have so much tacky shit it would make Elvis look like a fucking Vanderbilt.

I might be down with the Arby's thing, too.

I'd probably die that first night.

My "friends" could get theirs only if they could reach me at the new and improved Redlands, located somewhere on Vesco Island.

These sort of stories make me feel really depressed.

I'm perfectly content with my standing in life right now. Winning a crapload of money would be nice and all, but I really don't think I would let it change the way I live too much.

whatever.

No, Bubba, You'd die the first night as well.

nah, for the reals. I'm cereal.