Sometimes things happen.

If you're really my friend, you'll buy me a Dinosaur skeleton.
It matters not which one, just that I get one.
I have no idea where I'd store it, but that's not the point.

I think I've just decided what I'll waste my millions on when I have billions - DINOSAUR SKELETONS. I can have my own private museum. With a HERD of Brachiosaurs! And a T-Rex fighting a Gigantosaurus (lamest. name. ever.). And a FLOCK of Velocilraptors flocking towards some angry Spinosaurs. Even though they would never had existed at the same time, separated by a great many years.

Whee! I can't wait. :P.

I write essay now. Stupid humans.