Love, hands down. TKO. I'd blow the money eventually. Not because I'm lonely without love and turn to the cash for sexual comfort, but I know it'd come and go. And then what? Lovingly caress my Porsche? Take my exotic tiger, Rupert, on a romantic dinner in Paris? That golden backscratcher won't be tucking me into bed with a hot water bottle at night. No sir! The love bank is bottomless and just as fun to spend. The Love Bank would be a great dating website though. What was the question again?