There are outliers on every bell curve... Here's all you need to know about the sanity of that particular example... cut&paste from the wiki you linked: Barbara Hutton habitually married: 1933: Alexis Mdivani, a self-styled Georgian prince, divorced 1935 1935: Count Kurt Heinrich Eberhard Erdmann Georg von Haugwitz-Hardenberg-Reventlow, divorced 1938 1942: Cary Grant, divorced 1945 1947: Prince Igor Troubetzkoy, divorced 1951 1953: Porfirio Rubirosa, divorced 1954 1955: Baron Gottfried Alexander Maximilian Walter Kurt von Cramm, divorced 1959 1964: Pierre Raymond Doan, divorced 1966 I still think it would be difficult for me, now, to piss away such a sum in the possibly 30 years I have left this side of the dirtline. Me in my 20s would've given it hell, and I'd likely already be on the other side of said dirtline.
You'd be surprised how quickly one could get used to a nine-figure yacht with a rum-guzzling chefs and a Gulfstream to fly you to the boat.
It was about $9m/buy-in, $40k/annum, plus $12k/hour you’re in the airplane with NetJets a few years back for a Falcon 2000. So long as you don’t own the jet, it’s not terrible. Just make a phone call and you’ll have a jet somewhere in North America within 4 hours at most airports.
Werd. I’m saying that jets are surprisingly affordable, once you’ve reached a certain level (thanks Warren!). Yachts, on the other hand, I doubt there’s a quarter share program for that.
Took me 5 years to learn the names of the CCS guys/gals. Don't confuse me. Besides, I'm a prick to work for.
Gotta love #6...Baron Gottfried Alexander Maximilian Walter Kurt von Cramm. Suppose he got the gig due to his last name?
I would have a fleet of snowmobiles and ATV's, with a maintenance contract for all of them, as well as property up in northern Ontario and probably one in the Alberta/BC mountains. That way I could ride off road year round, and bring along anyone who I wanted to join me. And I would finally build the 6000sq.ft shop that I keep planning on building And I would get give my half of the RV dealership to my brother, because I would quit immediately.
hahaha i know man. i think it would be almost impossible for me, even purchasing every single material thing i've ever lusted after. its just an outlandish sum of money, and at the end of the day i'd still be wearing black tshirts and skate shoes and getting $5 tacos from the dope corner spot... that chick's life was a godamn wreck. besides blowing money on insane parties out of who knows why... lonliness, competition, boredom, etc... each of those dudes took a chunk of her ass when it didn't work out. i think if i came into $200m i'd probably find it hard pressed to ever date again, let alone get married. heavy lies the crown and all that...
how much do you think you could legitimately get a BSB type track paved and curbed for with fences and runoff and a paddock garage? that'd be all you really need... bbq pit, invite your friends over... this is a "you're gonna get kidnapped and murdered for ransom" type of money. better hope you don't live in a state that makes you report your name publicly.
Imma buy a badass back scratcher. One with good claws and shit. Tired of them flea market cheapies. Maybe I'll hire Parrish to make one out of metal. Or some shit.
Wait....I would hire a Japanese or German company to make me a toenail cutting machine. I'm talking something badass that you just walk into, stand there a sec, then back out with groomed, shiny, mud grips. Or I could get Parrish to make one.