Just bin watchin the news about the people winning the euromillions an got me thinking wot you would do with £45 million (£90 million if you were sole winner)
Die of shock. 
Most of it would go on hard drink, soft drugs and loose women, the rest I would just waste.
My mate asked me this today.
He said what about the begging letters?
I said I would keep sending them.
Well I’ve had a couple of days to think of what to do with the money, and I’ve not got a clue where to start if anyone’s got pointers, fire away
I’d spend it on ■■■ n drugs n rock n roll
And I certainly wouldnt be working for ND where I have to do 2 runs a night to get a half way decent wage 
I’d hire the most expensive car I could, drive to my headquarters walk into the Regional Operations Managers office, drop my pants and give him my resignation letter from between the cheeks of my sweaty crevice. 
The Highway Man:
I’d hire the most expensive car I could, drive to my headquarters walk into the Regional Operations Managers office, drop my pants and give him my resignation letter from between the cheeks of my sweaty crevice.
The Highway Man:
I’d hire the most expensive car I could, drive to my headquarters walk into the Regional Operations Managers office, drop my pants and give him my resignation letter from between the cheeks of my sweaty crevice.
And then you could pay for the therapy the rest of us need to rid us of that image. 
you could stop off at the chemists and buy a small jar of vaselin befor you get to work,then see if the TM/Boss can shove the truck sideways.
I would buy a big shiny Actros and a license(from poland ).Then drive around for no reason. 
Live like a king, have more toys than Toys R Us and employ a load of ■■■■■ whores to ■■■■ me dry,
I would still keep the chip shop though 
The Highway Man:
I’d hire the most expensive car I could, drive to my headquarters walk into the Regional Operations Managers office, drop my pants and give him my resignation letter from between the cheeks of my sweaty crevice.
id just take a dump ina jiffy bag, drive into work in a veyron give him it, watch him open it and tell himt hats my resignation. goodbye. then rub it into him that ur richer than he is.
if i had a good boss though i wouldnt do such a thing, id be civil about it and mayby rub it in his face that i have 45 million.
then id spend on women/drugs and other pointless stuff aswell as building a stupidly big house that i can drive a truck into the entrance hallway. obviously id have a fully tricker out scanny 143 v8 tag