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I'd hire a chauffeur, because I hate driving.
I'd fund an orchestra and an opera company from the ground up. I'd be the principal clarinet, and Mrs. Dallas would be the music director. I'd be very up-front that this was a vanity project, but we would still make sure it kicked ass.
I'd donate enough money to my alma mater that they couldn't refuse it, but the condition would be they'd have to name a building after a professor that the students liked, but who pissed off the administration.
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