………and now you’ve told everyone.
I hope your ready for a few hundred best friends?
If You Won the Lottery, Would You Tell Anyone?
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I hope your ready for a few hundred best friends?
I would probably fake my own death and move to the Caribbean.
actually.. if it was $1 million, I would put a down payment on a tear down property in eastvan and then pay the bank $5000/month on the $1.5 million mortgage.
this shit is bananas ..
actually.. if it was $1 million, I would put a down payment on a tear down property in eastvan and then pay the bank $5000/month on the $1.5 million mortgage.
this shit is bananas ..
Yeah well obviously I would hire someone with enough reason not to leave the country (like for example, they ran a law practice of their own).
I remember this story; In 1993 six Native guys from Smithers BC won Canada’s largest ever lotto prize at that time, 15 million. It didn’t end well for them. They all flew down collected their cheques and bought brand new Dodge trucks, they were singing BNL’s song “If I had a Million Dollars” and it was party time. After a couple of years the trucks were all junk, some of them were dead and the money was all gone, it pays to deal with a quality investment advisor, here is the start of the story;
The collective heart of Smithers jumped a few beats when the news broke that someone in town had drawn the biggest lottery prize in Canada, ever. Fifteen million, tax free.
"It was the only six-out-of-six winner for Saturday night across the entire country," B.C. Lottery corporation spokesperson Kathy Kosowan said. "It's the biggest 649 win ever for B.C. and Canada."
Six members of an all-Native Smithers construction crew held the winning Lotto 649 number.
"I couldn't look at the tickets, I was scared to. I didn't want to let myself down," said Garry Stacey, who bought the Quick Pick ticket at Wayside Store in town.
"I looked and jumped about 16 times and hit my head on the roof!"
Before he knew he'd won, Stacey, a carpenter with Gus Poirier Construction for five years, jotted the winning numbers -3 22 31 32 33 39 - on a piece of lumber.
"I had a premonition," Stacey says. "This has to be the luckiest two-by-six I've ever held."
He'll split the pot with Loren George, Medric Poirier and Gus Poirier of Smithers, and Chris Williams and Rodney Tait of Moricetown. Each takes home $2.5 million.
Most of the crew and their wives sat around the kitchen table at Garry Stacey's home near Smithers two days after the win, pumped with excitement, toasting themselves and getting ready for a plane trip to Vancouver to claim their prize.
"We won! We won!" Loren George said, grinning ear to ear.
ZZTop's going to be played at my wedding," said recently engaged Medric Poirier, who had been waiting for payday with an overdrawn chequing account. The day he won, his old pickup's brakes failed. Flushed with cash, Poirier gave away the truck, went to a dealership and drove off a new car.
It was only the second time the crew had bought lottery tickets. George had to persuade them to buy; he even lent two crew members the $5 to buy in.
But even in their excitement, they realized there's a serious side to the win.
"I think we're all going to get out of town, 'cause it's nuts. I was scared to even put my kids in school," Stacey said. "The phone hasn't stopped ringing."
"I'm not sleeping too well," added his wife, Kris. "I'm glad I'm in a small town."
There is a bit of bad luck to the story, though; two other crew members weren't at work the day the tickets were bought. Stacey said the winners have agreed to put in $5,000 each and pay the two $30,000 each.
"Will the crew ever go back to their jobs?"
"Gus wanted us to go to work today," Medric Poirier said, shaking his head. "We've got to finish that job."
The construction company is busy, with a Christian extended care home and women's shelter under way in Smithers and 10 houses in Kirwancool.
Wayside Store manager Dennis O'Coffey said it's the third lottery win in the last six weeks sold at his business.
"It's got to be a lucky machine here," he said after a stream of excited people filed into his small convenience store asking for the winning numbers.
Just last week his store sold a $71,000 winning ticket and a couple of weeks ago someone bought a $44,000 winning ticket there.
The lottery corporation knew almost immediately where the $15 million ticket was sold by cross-referencing numbers, explained the lottery corporation's Kosowan.
O'Coffey said Lotto headquarters shipped the machine out so its memory could be examined and replaced with another.
And with Lady Luck hovering over the store, O'Coffey's already noticed increased Loto sales.
The collective heart of Smithers jumped a few beats when the news broke that someone in town had drawn the biggest lottery prize in Canada, ever. Fifteen million, tax free.
"It was the only six-out-of-six winner for Saturday night across the entire country," B.C. Lottery corporation spokesperson Kathy Kosowan said. "It's the biggest 649 win ever for B.C. and Canada."
Six members of an all-Native Smithers construction crew held the winning Lotto 649 number.
"I couldn't look at the tickets, I was scared to. I didn't want to let myself down," said Garry Stacey, who bought the Quick Pick ticket at Wayside Store in town.
"I looked and jumped about 16 times and hit my head on the roof!"
Before he knew he'd won, Stacey, a carpenter with Gus Poirier Construction for five years, jotted the winning numbers -3 22 31 32 33 39 - on a piece of lumber.
"I had a premonition," Stacey says. "This has to be the luckiest two-by-six I've ever held."
He'll split the pot with Loren George, Medric Poirier and Gus Poirier of Smithers, and Chris Williams and Rodney Tait of Moricetown. Each takes home $2.5 million.
Most of the crew and their wives sat around the kitchen table at Garry Stacey's home near Smithers two days after the win, pumped with excitement, toasting themselves and getting ready for a plane trip to Vancouver to claim their prize.
"We won! We won!" Loren George said, grinning ear to ear.
ZZTop's going to be played at my wedding," said recently engaged Medric Poirier, who had been waiting for payday with an overdrawn chequing account. The day he won, his old pickup's brakes failed. Flushed with cash, Poirier gave away the truck, went to a dealership and drove off a new car.
It was only the second time the crew had bought lottery tickets. George had to persuade them to buy; he even lent two crew members the $5 to buy in.
But even in their excitement, they realized there's a serious side to the win.
"I think we're all going to get out of town, 'cause it's nuts. I was scared to even put my kids in school," Stacey said. "The phone hasn't stopped ringing."
"I'm not sleeping too well," added his wife, Kris. "I'm glad I'm in a small town."
There is a bit of bad luck to the story, though; two other crew members weren't at work the day the tickets were bought. Stacey said the winners have agreed to put in $5,000 each and pay the two $30,000 each.
"Will the crew ever go back to their jobs?"
"Gus wanted us to go to work today," Medric Poirier said, shaking his head. "We've got to finish that job."
The construction company is busy, with a Christian extended care home and women's shelter under way in Smithers and 10 houses in Kirwancool.
Wayside Store manager Dennis O'Coffey said it's the third lottery win in the last six weeks sold at his business.
"It's got to be a lucky machine here," he said after a stream of excited people filed into his small convenience store asking for the winning numbers.
Just last week his store sold a $71,000 winning ticket and a couple of weeks ago someone bought a $44,000 winning ticket there.
The lottery corporation knew almost immediately where the $15 million ticket was sold by cross-referencing numbers, explained the lottery corporation's Kosowan.
O'Coffey said Lotto headquarters shipped the machine out so its memory could be examined and replaced with another.
And with Lady Luck hovering over the store, O'Coffey's already noticed increased Loto sales.
This guy in Toronto has the right idea by wearing his pandemic mask while picking up his $35M cheque.
https://www.toronto.com/news-story/...in-his-20s-wins-35-million-in-lotto-max-draw/
https://www.toronto.com/news-story/...in-his-20s-wins-35-million-in-lotto-max-draw/
Yeah pay bills, then buy that ultimate truck with all the bells and whistles.
Fill up TFSA and then RRSP.
Plan a trip to Europe. Or take those Cruise ships.
Come back to Canada because I will miss the snow and cold.
If people ask for money, smile, ask how they know me, if I do know them ask why they haven't called me is the last 15 year and politely tell them I have already spent the money on close friends and family. I can always refer to the great Canadian welfare system our federal and provincial governments have set up. If they need a job, kindly point out the Canadian Forces are looking to recruit bright young minds etc.
Fill up TFSA and then RRSP.
Plan a trip to Europe. Or take those Cruise ships.
Come back to Canada because I will miss the snow and cold.
If people ask for money, smile, ask how they know me, if I do know them ask why they haven't called me is the last 15 year and politely tell them I have already spent the money on close friends and family. I can always refer to the great Canadian welfare system our federal and provincial governments have set up. If they need a job, kindly point out the Canadian Forces are looking to recruit bright young minds etc.
I actually have a contingency plan in place. Basically it involves shutting down my business, disposing of unwanted items and implementing my moving strategy. The day I get the "novelty cheque" pic taken is the day I get outta Dodge.
Then it's off to Vegas where I'll meet a pair of twin transgender showgirls. They'll be smitten with me and I with them. We'll lock ourselves in the presidential suite and overdose on viagra, mojito jell-o shots and beluga caviar. Noise complaints from surrounding rooms will lead to our eviction (the big screen in the pool from the top floor didn't help).
They convince me to accompany them back home to Barcelona where we become the toast of the continent. Eventually they develop their own television show. I want to avoid publicizing my whereabouts so I amicably move on.
The last sighting is grainy video footage of me boarding a train to Odessa; I booked all the first class cars.
My bank account goes dormant for two years and then over the span of eight months the entire contents are transferred into bitcoin. Disappearing onto the 'ether' (as it were).
I am never seen nor heard from again. . . .
Until 73 years later when; during the revitalization of the public square in the picturesque coastal town of Whanganui New Zealand an ornate wooden box is unearthed from beneath the cobble stones. My name is inlaid on the lid in gold, turquoise and jade. The wood is native to the Amazon rain forest, the gold is from South America, Canadian jade and New Mexico turquoise.
When the box is opened it is found to contain a complete human skeleton. The bones have been expertly cleaned and polished with loving care. DNA examination determines that it is indeed my mortal remains. Each bone has a simple label card affixed to it with hemp twine indicating which bone it is. Hand writing analysis concludes that I filled out each label. Inside the intact skull is found a plastic container from a Kinder Surprise chocolate egg (circa 1983). Written on ancient parchment; in my hand, was the message:
"Whatta ride!"
And thus, the most intriguing unsolved mystery of all time was created.
Cementing my place in history.
Then it's off to Vegas where I'll meet a pair of twin transgender showgirls. They'll be smitten with me and I with them. We'll lock ourselves in the presidential suite and overdose on viagra, mojito jell-o shots and beluga caviar. Noise complaints from surrounding rooms will lead to our eviction (the big screen in the pool from the top floor didn't help).
They convince me to accompany them back home to Barcelona where we become the toast of the continent. Eventually they develop their own television show. I want to avoid publicizing my whereabouts so I amicably move on.
The last sighting is grainy video footage of me boarding a train to Odessa; I booked all the first class cars.
My bank account goes dormant for two years and then over the span of eight months the entire contents are transferred into bitcoin. Disappearing onto the 'ether' (as it were).
I am never seen nor heard from again. . . .
Until 73 years later when; during the revitalization of the public square in the picturesque coastal town of Whanganui New Zealand an ornate wooden box is unearthed from beneath the cobble stones. My name is inlaid on the lid in gold, turquoise and jade. The wood is native to the Amazon rain forest, the gold is from South America, Canadian jade and New Mexico turquoise.
When the box is opened it is found to contain a complete human skeleton. The bones have been expertly cleaned and polished with loving care. DNA examination determines that it is indeed my mortal remains. Each bone has a simple label card affixed to it with hemp twine indicating which bone it is. Hand writing analysis concludes that I filled out each label. Inside the intact skull is found a plastic container from a Kinder Surprise chocolate egg (circa 1983). Written on ancient parchment; in my hand, was the message:
"Whatta ride!"
And thus, the most intriguing unsolved mystery of all time was created.
Cementing my place in history.
L
LADY-VIA
I'd have a professional theatrical artist change my appearance...fake beard, mustache, long blonde hair...maybe even warts/veins on my nose, fake ears, rubber face...with a plane ticket and passport in my pocket and then pick up the novelty cheque, head for the washroom and lose the disguise...have an uber at the curb...straight to the airport and disappear on a South Pacific trip for 6 months to a year...by the way ladies many of you would be getting tickets in the mail to join me for 2 weeks all expenses paid...I know how to deal with money.
You will need to show picture ID to ensure you are the same person who signed the ticket.
It’s an interesting thought though.
Absolutely not! You'd just be a target for every deadbeat relative and low life out there.
After setting my daughter up with a trust fund so she would never have to worry about money again, including the biggest baddest mother fucker of a security guard you could imagine and all the safeguards against some guy or ex trying to take half, I'd simply disappear and then resurface on social media with pictures of myself surrounded by my wealth and a bevy of hotties in exotic locations for you all to drool over.
Cheers
J
