>I'd follow John Goodman's advice in The Gambler >get a house with a 25 year roof >get an indestructible Japanese economy shitbox (I'd splurge here and either get a spec'd out RAV4 or Lexus RX, either way a Toyota)' >put the a large amount into low risk investments
then I'd keep working to see how much more I can stack or until I get fricking sick of it, then frick off and retire
>then I'd keep working to see how much more I can stack or until I get fricking sick of it, then frick off and retire
Why would you bother working (current job) when your investments alone, at a modest 8% per year, appreciate 5* as much as you make?
I know for a fact I'd get bored sitting at home just doing hobbies, plus the allure of stacking more is irresistible
the type of gambler I am is I hit the blackjack table with a set amount of money - any winnings I make get set aside and I'm always only playing with the money I hit the table with
knowing I have a massive pot of frick you money I don't need to touch would scratch that itch to keep going
I'd probably last a year plugging away before I get bored and frick off and retire
You could easily invest in dividend stocks/ETFs and still have millions in income
this is exactly what I meant when I said "low risk" investments
Yeah but why continue doing the same exact job, when you could do something like start your own company? You could easily start a new company every year, and if they didn't make any sort of money, at all, you would still have enough money to do that each year, every year, until you retire. (assuming dollar doesn't hyperinflate and/or your investments stay above inflation)
gonna be honest when I first looked at the thread I thought it was $4.7 million, not $47 million so my initial reaction was more modest
I'd 100% frick off immediately and invest then live off the dividends
Not sure what that's like. Byron Bay is tourist town you can walk everywhere in a couple minutes but it's still very remote and white, with a constant flow of drunk bawds.
First I'd buy a really nice house in a good neighborhood. Not ostentatious, just nice and an excellent location.
Then, I would look for a location for my true house. It would be built to spec and essentially be a fortress. I'd have massive storage for foodstuffs and sundry items, and it would be restocked once, maybe twice a year. Otherwise no one would come there. I wouldn't even receive mail. It would be specifically to get as far away from every fricking person as possible. I'd have fiber installed and a satellite uplink as a backup in case my fiber got disconnected.
And that's it. I would just putter around my fortress, alone, enjoying myself. Probably have a shitload of cats and let them roam the expansive wilderness property that surrounds my fortress, like a moat.
Why was the film so self conscious about making this character into a coolguy "I'm not like all the other bankers"?
How you still like this b***h after seeing her breasts in Oppenheimer is beyond me.
Also her dyke nose piercing is appalling.
Booze
This
I'm a simple man. I would just buy good scotch and beer for the rest of my (short) life, and leave the rest to family and the ASPCA
Bingo. I'd assemble a very expensive home bar and die of alcohol induced illness within the year. Also a home chef. >Captcha: WKHYSK
A hot meal
Sega Saturn
A nice modest house with a separate garage, some motorcycles and retire.
>I'd follow John Goodman's advice in The Gambler
>get a house with a 25 year roof
>get an indestructible Japanese economy shitbox (I'd splurge here and either get a spec'd out RAV4 or Lexus RX, either way a Toyota)'
>put the a large amount into low risk investments
then I'd keep working to see how much more I can stack or until I get fricking sick of it, then frick off and retire
25 year roofs don't last 25 years.
>then I'd keep working to see how much more I can stack or until I get fricking sick of it, then frick off and retire
Why would you bother working (current job) when your investments alone, at a modest 8% per year, appreciate 5* as much as you make?
I know for a fact I'd get bored sitting at home just doing hobbies, plus the allure of stacking more is irresistible
the type of gambler I am is I hit the blackjack table with a set amount of money - any winnings I make get set aside and I'm always only playing with the money I hit the table with
knowing I have a massive pot of frick you money I don't need to touch would scratch that itch to keep going
I'd probably last a year plugging away before I get bored and frick off and retire
this is exactly what I meant when I said "low risk" investments
Yeah but why continue doing the same exact job, when you could do something like start your own company? You could easily start a new company every year, and if they didn't make any sort of money, at all, you would still have enough money to do that each year, every year, until you retire. (assuming dollar doesn't hyperinflate and/or your investments stay above inflation)
gonna be honest when I first looked at the thread I thought it was $4.7 million, not $47 million so my initial reaction was more modest
I'd 100% frick off immediately and invest then live off the dividends
Its 47 million, spaz.
You could easily invest in dividend stocks/ETFs and still have millions in income
I'd make my movie.
I too would make amateur porn with high school seniors.
probably go back to school and get another degree.
I wouldn't buy a single thing. I would listen.
Buy my parents a house, maid and new cars.
You're a good son, anon.
They deserve it. I don't want them to worry about anything anymore.
>fourty
lmao
I' not telling because I dont want someone to know what I would do with that kind of money
This guy would do something illegal with that money. Otherwise he has nothing to hide.
Or he'd buy up a whole bunch of something he's pretty sure is gonna skyrocket and no one's noticing but him
Underground bunker in Byron Bay Australia.
Tathra is nicer.
Two girls(male) at the same time.
Not sure what that's like. Byron Bay is tourist town you can walk everywhere in a couple minutes but it's still very remote and white, with a constant flow of drunk bawds.
First I'd buy a really nice house in a good neighborhood. Not ostentatious, just nice and an excellent location.
Then, I would look for a location for my true house. It would be built to spec and essentially be a fortress. I'd have massive storage for foodstuffs and sundry items, and it would be restocked once, maybe twice a year. Otherwise no one would come there. I wouldn't even receive mail. It would be specifically to get as far away from every fricking person as possible. I'd have fiber installed and a satellite uplink as a backup in case my fiber got disconnected.
And that's it. I would just putter around my fortress, alone, enjoying myself. Probably have a shitload of cats and let them roam the expansive wilderness property that surrounds my fortress, like a moat.
A life.
Probably a Cinemaphile pass. 47 million is a lot of money and a Cinemaphile pass wouldn't make much of a dent.
a hot meal