Lottery Gold Diggers

Ex wives are cunts, take it from me I know, I was only saying this very day, when hearing the story of this lucky bastard that won 184 mil on the lottery.

My comment was I wonder how long it is before his ex wife comes out trying to get her shit mitt on some of his lucky mullah, well it turns out, half a fucking hour is the answer to this question, half a fucking hour, I shit you not.

The only saving grace here is now he can afford some cunt of a solicitor to tie these hand out mother fuckers up in knots for the next 25 years, a nice legal fuck you bitch, good luck and goodbye cunt, never darken my door again or will set the fucking dogs on you…. Gerrrroffff my laaaaaand

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51 thoughts on “Lottery Gold Diggers

  1. How tight would your lips be if you win £184 million?

    You go public, your putting your family in danger and opening yourself up to millions of begging letters and every computer hacker trying to get into your bank account.

    Not a fuckin word.
    Family only.
    By that I mean the missus.
    Not my parents,
    Even though they’d benefit I wouldn’t tell them,
    Loose lips…

    That blokes ex missus?
    She’s owed nowt.
    Imagine her face finding out?
    Hahahaha 😂

    • This is very true. I have a friend who works as one of the security advisors for the lotto and they do tell you to say nothing to anyone until your exit strategy is arranged.

      Kidnap attempts on family members are apparently to be expected.

      • They have a fucking hard job kidnapping anyone that I gave a shiny-shite about….unless they grabbed one of The Hounds,I suppose.

      • If anyone kidnapped the spouse, I’d tell them to keep her and good luck – the supermarket bill would bankrupt them in a month they would be paying me to take her back.

    • My lips would be water tight if I won £10k, never mind nearly £200mil. The value of lottery wins seems inversely proportional to the intelligence of the ticket buyers in the majority of cases from what I can gather.

      I’d never win though. I don’t buy the tickets because most of the stake money is creamed off and a proportion of it supports causes like “the opera” and “the ballet”. The poor saps who buy the tickets wouldn’t know what “the ballet” or “the opera” was. Tax on the stupid IMO.

    • I’d be on the first plane out of here. Even though the money’s apparently tax-free, the Inland Revenue would still find a way to take a huge chunk of it off you.

  2. I’d buy property near Fiddler and house refugees for the government.
    😀

    (Go one further and build a Asylum Processing Centre that will house 3000 poor unfortunates from deepest Syria and Africa. I’m sure Lord Fiddler would welcome such diversity so close at hand- Day Admin)

  3. Don’t see the problem, give the gold diggers a good seeing to, proper perv stuff if you fancy it, then just fuck them off and get yourself another morally bankrupt slag, sounds a winner to me

    • Looking at the header pic, I think she could well be flattened to death. On the other hand, his heart might burst with the effort…

  4. I never understand the buggers that publicise this sort of luck.

    There’s enough cunts mithering after everything without the beggars rolling up with their hands out.

    Outside the fellows house will be a queue that would put an airport to shame.

    Silence is golden.

    • I’d take out a full page ad in the papers…half the fun for me would be knowing just how angry it would make people who know me…I’d flaunt my already vast wealth and burn fifty Pound notes in front of them…first thing I’d do would be buy the other Pub in the village and give the beer away until I’d bankrupted that old Trout who banned me from the other ( her ) Pub.
      I’d use my money for mischief and half the fun of mischief is people knowing that you are behind it.

      (Presumably you would also share some of your new-found wealth with your fellow ISAC cunters on here?- Day Admin)

      • @Admin….Oh of course I would.. We could have a jolly party where I dished out free motorhomes,hiking-boots,pushbikes,ovens,sexually voracious sheep,little Jew hats,piss-boiler cauldrons,tin-foil hats ( I’ll get Vern. something else,I’m sure his hatstand is already groaning), pairs of Angela Raynor’s dirty knickers and coupons for a session in Dame Elton’s paddling pool with his husband….of course,my presents will only go to people I like,so you lot can all Fuck Off.

      • A big lottery win might attract unwelcome suitors for Fanny’s hand in marriage, Dick. I trust the Fiddler fortune and vast landholdings have been ringfenced by your Jewish accountant?

        Morning Dick/all.

  5. It never ceases to amaze my what an aphrodisiac massive piles of cash can be.

    Even with a face like a gargoyle, the personality of roadkill and the body of Buddha, you too could be hanging out the back of some 20 year old stunner, if you have several zeros on your bank balance.

    • I’d buy her house and put her rent up if I was him.
      He’s missing a trick there.

      • Mnc@ Well she wouldn’t get much off Fiddler – the skinflint rogue won’t even buy me a new tinfoil hat if he wins the Euromilliins lottery!
        Nowhere near as generous as a Yorkshireman! 😀
        This Man owes his ex Wife nothing legally, and I imagine tubbys new Ukrainian girlfriend (left a security guard a bit sharpish when she got the news) won’t be too happy!
        If I won I would buy a bank and use it to make other banks treat customers better or go out of business. Might buy a bike chain and a pair of socks as well, no need for profligacy though!

  6. Dream dream dream sang the everly brothers.

    Quite a lot of dreaming going on this morning fellow cunters.

    On the subject of ex wives mine was a darling. She walked out and left me the house. Lovely woman.

  7. In 1992 my cousin won over 4 million on the Lottery. Every fucking maggot in his life crawled from hiding. Sadly took his own life in 2002 due to the fucking misery. This is a damned good cunting!

  8. I’d employ her on £6.50 p/hr to clean and change the bedding in my vast stately home.
    A different bird in every bedroom, for every occasion.

    On his ex’s birthday, bang Amber Turd the night before, so she leaves a dirty protest 👍

    Just like our Lord Fiddler.
    Except he would only pay £3.75 p/hr 🤔

    • See how she enjoys chiselling the encrusted jizz off the bedsheets hahaha! Then sack her for being a cunt.

  9. I simply cannot understand why anyone would think that the ex would be entitled to anything other than the skin off one of his farts!

  10. I wouldn’t go public as I’m not fuckin daft.
    I’d say to the lottery bloke

    “Not a word is to be leaked.
    If it does,
    I’ll have you executed.
    I’m a very powerful man.
    A multi millionaire.
    (The power would go to my head instantly!)
    So lips sealed boy.”

    Then my reign of terror would mobilise.
    I’d conduct myself like papa doc Duvalier,
    And in my servants quarters no TVs!
    Just a portrait of me.
    Focus their minds.

    And the wrought iron arch above my fortified cream gates would read

    “Your getting nowt”

    • You could buy an island with a nice castle on it and staff it with those lovely ladies who got sacked for get their tits out in the Sun.

      Page 3 was the best bit.With all that money start a campaign to bring Tits Back,maybe a topless parade at the Guardian ?

      In fact make those cunts have a Page 3 stunna° as well.

      Good.

      • Morning Terry👍
        I’ve gone a bit dizzy thinking about it.
        Don’t think being vastly wealthy would be good for me?

        I’d pull out a gold plated luger and shoot a flunky for stepping on my shadow week two .

        Start wearing military uniforms covered in medals.

        Walk with a limp after a couple of assassination attempts.

        Stay as I am.
        Skint and self pitying.🙂

        Right! Off to work!!

  11. Christ he looks completely vacant. It’s not just the slappers who’ll rip him off, there’ll be the bankers, tax advisers, estate agents, sports car and superyacht salesmen as well.
    How long before he’s blown the lot? I’d give it 5 years max.

  12. That “bloke” on the left of the photo is surely Emily Thornberry in tranny mode – one of those chicks with a dick types that Stella Creasy knows all about

  13. I was lucky enough to win 600 quid in the bookies a good few years ago. Every cunt in the pub was expecting me to get the drinks in..I told them to get to fuck as that money was going towards a deposit on my first house.

  14. I remember when this damn lottery had just started and my dads’ dad won a tenner on it. Unfortunately he went around telling everybody, friends, pub goers and the like that he had ‘won the lottery’.
    Naturally every scratter and moocher within earshot came pouring out of the woodwork after ‘their’ share. People we hadn’t seen or heard from in years were pushing their fat faces forward.
    Not the brightest of moves on his behalf.

  15. A toilet cleaner wins the lottery and is being interviewed by the press.
    “Will it change your life” he was asked.
    “Of course it will you cunt, 60million quid would change anyone’s life, I’m retiring immediately and spend spend spend.”
    “Does your wife work” he was asked.
    “Yes, she cleans the ladies next door ”
    “Will it change her life?”
    Looking amazed the guy says ” Why has she won it as well?”

  16. A lot of peoples’ lives go to shit when they win a mega lotto. It’s too much of a lifestyle shock to go from living payday to payday to having over 100 million or for some just 10 million. One minute you are eating microwave boil-in-the-bag pizza pockets, the next you are snorting caviar on super-yacht in the Riviera. Then your partner wants a divorce.

    Give me 10,000 per month for life, I’ll be happy. Lump sum of 100 million? It would give me panic attacks for life. Fuck that.

    • I don’t see the point in telling people other than those you’ve known, trusted and LOVED for many many years. Just quietly wind down your old life and slowly transition to your new opulent life of freedom. Say that you’re moving to Africa to work with poor villagers for UNICEF or something and never see all those fake mates you tolerate ever ever again. Lord Lucan the cunts!

  17. I’d tell everyone I won 180 million. Then set up a high power sniper rifle in the Turret of my castle and wait for them to come begging.

  18. My mates brother won a sizeable amount on the euro, many millions he was already reasonably well off through hard hands on graft. Skip forward a few years divorced family split apart lives on his own. Contrast this to my old mans uncle he won about £80k on spot the ball mid 1970s told the pit to fuck off never went down the black hole again. He rang the local garage up asked the salesman what car was closest to him he said blue marina, I will have that. Went to the pub every day Lived to 80 never regretted a thing and still had the Marina.

    • If he had been posh he’d have gone for the ‘Ital’ model.
      Sheer luxury Jeeves.

      • The ital replaced the marina near the end of production, it was still shite lol

  19. My mate said if he won the lottery he would buy the football club up the road that have just sneaked into the Premier, and run it down, buying shite players until they disappeared out of the Football League.

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