I'd buy Thailand, first of all. Someone has to rescue all those hookers from those American perverts.

OK, not really.

I would make investment plans for all my friends/relatives that would just *know* that I'd take care of them, they would even wait for me to call them I'd wager.

I'd buy my wife's church a lot of cool sheet. I'd resubscribe to Children's International, what the hell, sponser five kids instead of three. They keep sending the damn newsletters after two years at least that I stopped forking over cash. They got my number. Charities are so rude nowadays. I'm almost positive whoever runs the special olympics fund raising sells names... f***ing GRRRRRR.

Oh, I'd rebuild my truck from the ground up. No mo' plastic for this rig. Upgrade everything. what the hell, integrate a mobile wifi transmitter. 330 million should be able to buy me COMPLETE stealth from radar, that's pretty high on the list. What the hell, get some russian to hook me up with an EMP device, and sheild everything on my own rig. How many trucks can still be rolling after a nuclear attack?

And I would so totally show up for work for at least one more year. Not to rub anything in anybodies face, but to not succumb to complete utter reckless spending sprees all day, every day.

I've realized that if I'm not at work, I'm spending money, so I might as well be working and not be blowing buckets of cash on $300 humidity monitering automatically activated bathroom replacement fans for my bathroom in my apartment.

Ahh, who am I kidding, I'd just be happy to get 10 million, then I'd fork the rest over to my neurotically philanthropistic wife.