h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/4730113.stm

She lives around the corner from me, now she has €112 million. Marginally interesting that, isn't it.

*sigh* If only I had taken the time to get to know her before she had bodyguards. I'll be middle class forever.

Awwwwww. You'll win a lottery of your own some day. Then it won't matter you're not friends with this woman.

Yeah, but I wont win €112 million. The most I'm likely to win would be €5 million, and that wouldn't even be enough to give any away to charity.

GodBen has already won a lottery of sorts. He got to make contact with me.

Maybe you could invest that money wisely and make enough money for you to just be able to survive. I mean, you may have to make some comprimises, like champagne only with one meal a day instead of with all the meals you have, and only 5 butlers instead of 10, things like that... I know it will be tough, but sometimes things in life are hard.

I'd much rather win €1 on a €2 scratch-card.

simpost

But the point of winning $112 million would be to keep €10 million, maybe give a few million to members of your family, and donate the rest to charity. That way you can live off the interest and not feel guilty about the poor.

Oh you little tinker, you say the nicest things

I was well aware of that simpost. hence my response!

It's not too late GB! Quick, go woo Ms. McNamara with your rapier wit and charm......I mean

>>It's not too late GB! Quick, go woo Ms. McNamara with your rapier wit and charm...<<

That would only work if she was like red. I openly insulted her in the past, and she still can't get enough of me.

Hey, it might just work!

*Goes to get the phone-book.*

You know what women are like, Goddy, don't you?

Yes, they're the ones with the lumps at the chest region and none at the crotch region.

At that's about as far as my knowledge in that area needs to go, right?

*giggles*

poor Ben, you're not having a good few days are you?

No. Not winning the lotto has been tough.

Actually, they were talking about it on the news earlier and they showed the house, and it's worse than I had first realised. It turns out that the winner is the mother of a girl that used to pick on me when I was young. She once started to beat me over the head with a water blaster because it had run out of water. No doubt her mother will give her a few million to get by. The thought of her becoming a millionaire is as bad in my mind as Hitler winning a nobel peace prize.