I'd throw a big, week long, all expenses paid Fugly party with DJs, and GJ giving BJs to donkeys and midgets in a luxury villa in a nice, hot country (such as...Columbia) and would give all fugly posters who attended a sum of between one (Joe) and ten (everyone else) thousand dollars, or a million if like you. Jefe would get 50 million. I'd also use a large sum to start a fund to aid the millions of displaced Iraqis now living in abject poverty around the world, who nobody seems to care about. Give me the M0n33!
I don't want it. Mo Money, Mo Problems. Of course if the winnar could buy me a car cover for a 73 Charger, I would be much appreciative.
Give me the money and I'll perform a coordinated withdrawl of US, British and Australian forces from the Middle East, replacing them with the French working class. I'll pay off Havoc's retirement fund, Nursey can have her party and enough to start her 'save the Iraqi's' aid package. Everyone will get fugly brand gifts, a laptop, an adopted exotic pet and part ownership with timeshare priviledges of a tropical paradise hotel complex with full buffet, heated pool, log flume and part submerged mini-bar with scantily clad vixens for the guys and rippling bronzed beefcake for the girls (except if you're gay then swap obviously) I'll cure Aids, Herpes, Cancer and The Clap. I'll fix that horrible goo in the corners of old peoples mouths. Fuck it. Blank cheques all round!
i'd just get some new tools then nursey can have the rest for her party and philanthropic endeavours.
I have given this much thought. With 370 Million Dollars, I could buy World Peace. A 100 million dollar bribe to whomever to get Marijuania legalized. Another 100 Million for a state of the art hydro processessing plant. Another 100 Million to distribute the crops free. 70 Million left over for me for being brilliant. Everyone stays stoned. I have never met a warmongering pot head. All they want to do is veg out. World Peace. I win.
Fucking dick! All I want is my own small tropical island with a volcano disguised missile launching pad, and sharks with laser beams attached.
Sorry everybody. Some one found the winning link. World peace, Sadaam and sharks with laser beams on their heads will have to wait until next time.
It's just as well... besides, I'd probably blow all the cash on cheap hookers and expensive beer. Maybe some crack, too. Dying lonely, forgotten, and impoverished in an alley somewhere a week later; one hand in my pants and the other holding a broken whiskey bottle. A mixture of piss, blood, and vomit on my shirt, shit running down my trousers, bruised head-to-toe, and a crowbar shunted through my left shoulder. Oh well, you can't have it all. :'(
He's a Heisman trophy winner, it must be a good mirror. Not like the little "Keep on Truckin'" mirror you do coke on.
I'd buy every Spider-Man comic ever made..and then after I bought the 20 I don't have now I'd fly in and buy Pimp some tools, get some for myself then have Nursey throw here party and then...wow, I'd do a lot of stuff. It's to late now though damn it.