Gosh, you'll be able to tell I've put way too much thought into this, and I don't even play the lottery.
First thing off the top, I'd give my mom about twenty million so she could retire and finally be able to relax. And make damn sure she's taken care of.
- I'd get my teeth pulled and have the nerves removed and replaced with titanium. The two front canines would be made to be vampire fangs with a small ruby embedded in the center of both.
- I'd get a Nissan GT-R, hit it with the underglow neon, custom headlight design I thought of, and probably some beastly speakers in the trunk. Pearlecent green and purple paint and 24" rims.
I'd also get a Ford Shelby GT500 Super Snake, I could never decide on the color though.
- A nice looking, but not large house in the suburbs of New York city, and definitely a maid...you might want to pray for her. The location would also be preferably close to a post office, since I could order cheap PS2 games off Amazon whenever I wanted.
- I'd be able to pay to produce a rap album I've always wanted to do, and afford to get all the guest artists I've always wanted, including Ludacris (there goes 100,000 right there), Chamillionaire, Hopsin, T-Pain, and a bunch of others.
- Ten million to the Humane Society because I really enjoy animals.
I'm prolly up to about 60/65 million, so I'd throw 25 of it into a savings account even I couldn't access until ten years later, and just use the rest for bills and expenses that come along the way.
EDIT: Shit, I forgot. Forget the rap album, I need that money to open a privately owned asylum. I'd hire fantastic psychologists on the grounds that they must do research in the name of bettering mental health treatments.