Unfortunately probably subject to change...
...but the greatest so far has been telling my partner I didn't want to have a child out of fear of the resposibility. The subsequent crumbling of a relationship and a good part of my sanity with it. Falling back in to a pattern of depression and alcoholism, which the woman in question had worked very hard to coax me out of. Not realising what I was offered until it was gone and being too stupid to see the hurt I caused, or even that I was rejecting her.

Probably a lucky break for the theoretical offspring though.

Can't think of a way of putting a funny spin on it. Perhaps you can laugh at how much I deserve the position in which I find myself, miserable and having taken a four year step backward.
(impostercat, Sun 8 Oct 2006, 4:50, Reply)

My biggest regret
is not doing things differently.
( No more Mr NiceGuy If you havent got a bag scoop it up with your hand, Sun 8 Oct 2006, 4:34, Reply)

I regret asking my half-deaf brother

if I could share his interest in insects.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Sun 8 Oct 2006, 4:26, Reply)

Columbo Exposed!
I just saw shane richie do that joke on parkinson you plagiarist.
(scumbum, Sun 8 Oct 2006, 1:57, Reply)

I kind of regret

being present at the birth of my first child after seeing the complete mess that took place.

But I certainly regret not being present at the conception.

EDIT: Scumbum, he told it on Parky??? the bastard, he swore he wouldn't pinch any of my material the cunt, wait till I next see him
(Lt Columbo, Sat 7 Oct 2006, 23:40, Reply)

it was ...
over two feet long and nearly five feet wide at its largest extent ... elegant, long-legged and with a long neck ... the bill was long, thick and a beautiful yellow, while the black legs and feet contrasted ideally with the snow-white plumage ... when i saw it fly away with that graceful neck curved in an S shape, i thought to myself, 'that was surely my greatest egret.'
( writerblock ... embedding disabled by request on, Sat 7 Oct 2006, 23:36, Reply)

je ne regrette rein
.
(fushundchups taste better with vinegar, Sat 7 Oct 2006, 22:52, Reply)

building a good computer
sounds like a crazy thing to regret but... i really do regret it.

after my old compaq broke down after almost 6 years of usage, my mother wanted to buy a new one from Costco (a warehouse retailer in the USA). i shuddered at the thought of getting one there since they don't carry good products. so i told her that i'll buy the parts and build one... which i did.

i would have loved to install a Linux OS on it but the family has no clue of how to use it. so i settle with windows XP. of course, windows just HAD to give me problems! in the first week, it suddenly had problems booting up; it wouldn't even go to safe mode. so i decided to redo the computer.

a couple of months passed and everything's going well. i'm back in school after the holidays and yesterday, my sister called me. "the computer is being weird. it hangs after i log-in." i asked her what she did differently before this error occured. she ran ad-aware and she claims that it deleted some sort of protocol. O_O

after hours and hours of trying to walk her through a solution, she was finally able to log-in (although there's still an issue of waiting time). but now she doesn't have access to the internet...

more problems and i still have yet to resolve them.

so what's there to regret about this whole building a computer business when it's software/program issues? well... my mother said, "see what happened! if we had just bought a normal computer, we wouldn't have all these problems! it's a waste of money!" >_< what a bitch! i bought all the good parts and over-clocked the system. i even bought the best heatsink out there that every nerd would drool over!!

i regret building my family a good computer. v__v

sorry if this turned out to a ranting/raving post.. but it's partly related. o.o
(kodomo_ja_nai fuck it, Sat 7 Oct 2006, 22:00, Reply)

Hooray.
I regret putting to much sugar in this coffee!

Also, not making a sandwich yesterday before work and forgetting that I should *not* put my foot there in bed because it's making the hole in my bedsheets bigger.

Be warned, my toes are sharp. I once cut my boyfriend's leg during an intimate moment.
( vix0r was not Matthew on, Sat 7 Oct 2006, 20:27, Reply)

ouch.
Greatest regret?
Forgetting to top up the brake fluid on Ayrton Senna's F1 racing car.

Oh, I guess someones biggest regret at Ferrari will be forgetting to fill up Schueys engine wil 10W 40. HAHAHAHA!!!
Now Schuy reigns. loses!
Pffft.(With added woo)
( Tesco Quality 60.825659, -0.788337, Sat 7 Oct 2006, 20:13, Reply)

Regrets?
I've had a few, but then again too few to mention.
( Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Sat 7 Oct 2006, 19:53, Reply)

something I should regret but don't.

My then-best friend was getting married, and sent out invitiations, but for some reason didn't send me one. It wasn't because he didn't want me to come, or even because he forgot about me as such - we hung out pretty regularly.

On the phone a bit before the wedding I mentioned this to him, and he said "oh, sorry man...just turn up anyway". This made me absolutely furious, and so I didn't go. I told him I was sick I think.

Anyway a while later I mentioned how he never sent me an invitation and he said "is that why you didn't come, ha ha", laughing at the absurdity of the thought of me being that petty and thin-skinned.

I *should* feel shame and regret, but in fact I still feel a gut-churning anger at not getting an invitation.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Sat 7 Oct 2006, 19:39, Reply)

During a school trip to Windsor castle in 1992
I regret stealing the battery from a smoke alarm for a dare.
(albatross! aka Rameses Niblick III Kerplunk kerplunk - whoops, where's my thribble?, Sat 7 Oct 2006, 18:45, Reply)

Decmeber 1988,
I'm 16 years old, and through my roaring school trade of selling chocolate I'm pretty loaded, so I have decided to buy a crappy home video camera. And who should I see but Chrissy Boy and Chas Smash of Madness fame."Oh great," thinks I "I'll record them to prove to my friends that it happened." After filming them for a while I ask them to sing "Our House" and, to my surprise, they do.

10 years later and I'm moving house only to find my Fiance has thrown away the bloody tape! Needless to say we never married.

So to sum up, I regret ever having met that harpy, as she also through away my very old and probably expensive Spiderman toy. Bitch
( Paedosmile service with a grin., Sat 7 Oct 2006, 18:37, Reply)

meh regrets
dont really have any except pulling the nice guy i met last sat night
why didnt i.....dunno shat out of it
(poppy_pop, Sat 7 Oct 2006, 18:27, Reply)

I cry myself to sleep

wishing I had been the one who put the bomp in the bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp.

It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth that it was probably the same man who put the ram in the ram-a-lam-a-ding-dong.
(Lt Columbo, Sat 7 Oct 2006, 16:51, Reply)

I'm a professional model

Ten years ago I was friends with a guy who was a bit geeky, but very nice.

I was having a bad relationship, and used this guy as a bit of a shoulder to cry on / safe person to flirt with etc.

Well, one day I got a bit drunk and my flirting crossed the line into an actual come-on.

The guy was a bit taken aback, and I think wanted to do it. But, like the gentleman he was, he refused.

Ten years later, I still think of that shy, geeky guy, and I'm filled with a seething loathing and contempt.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Sat 7 Oct 2006, 16:20, Reply)

I regret
putting my name down for another shift at work in 45mins. I only finished and came home half hour ago!

*worlds tiniest violin plays as I sob
(Legs 11 last got some loving on, Sat 7 Oct 2006, 16:14, Reply)

I regret
Buying a fucking kitten. Yeah,like most girls I thought kittens were all cuteness and fluff,but it turns out the one I got isn't.

He shits like a demon,frequently gets the runs,still tries to suckle my neck or face, scratches me in all the most sensitive places, and is generally an annoying little cunt.

I hate kittens. They suck.
(Miharu, Sat 7 Oct 2006, 16:03, Reply)

I regret
reading a QOTW which has churned out nothing but pathetic stories about how:

"I had a chance to have sex 10 years ago and I said no, because like, um, she was really drunk, (but also a supermodel)... (I SWEAR)... and by some stroke of severe misfortune or freak coincidence, I haven't had another chance since..."

argh
(Pingoo likes cheese, Sat 7 Oct 2006, 15:55, Reply)

Heavy Object
I regret looking after my friend's two gerbils. They escaped one day, and while it was easy to find one, the other evaded capture for hours. After the nth time of lifting the sofa, there it was. I was so surprised I dropped the furniture. On it's little head. The burning swell of shock, horror and guilt was astounding.

What do you do? You're absolutely right, you do the decent thing and buy another one that looks the same. I slipped it in the cage. The 2 rodents squared up like they were in the thunderdome and fought to the death. My friend was now the proud owner of a mental death machine that could bite through leather gloves.
(bendyness shows you on the brick where he licked her, Sat 7 Oct 2006, 14:03, Reply)

Just remembered
Also,shortly after I met Mrs-X, but before we got together (she lived in the USat the time) I recieved a proposition from a girl I know named Wendy.
She was amazing, blonde shaped like a godess, funny, charming and oh so very sexy.
Myself and many other guys used to hang around at her place. They all wanted the same thing and I probably did too, she'd tease alot but never gave it up.
Anyways, one day I was there alone with her, we watched the movie some kind of wonderful (her favorite). She was laying on the couch, on her back, there's me, still a virgin laying on the couch with her. We'd both had a few to drink and we were having a laugh. Next thing I know, her t-shirt is off, there she is in tight fitting jeans and the only thing between me and her lady bumps is a turqoise bra which left little to the imagination. We kiss, I like it, I tell her no, it wouldn't be right.
We watch the movie for a while longer. Few minutes pass, we kiss again. Again I stop her 'I don't want to spoil it' and so forth, when what I really meant was, 'you're stunning and I'm terrified that you'll laugh when you find I'm a virgin'
Next thing I know, my fly is open, her tiny hand has snaked inside and she's got me. my raging boner, ready to pop as she huskily coos in my ear'take me to bed.'
I made my excuses and left. a week later she got together with my best mate, they're now married with 2 kids. I never even went to the wedding.
At the time I thought it nothing more than a drunken mistake, on her part, how could this venus actually want me (was a bit husky at the time and dressed like a real metalhead). I ask her, while her new boyfriend and my best mate is at the bar. "were you really serious?" expecting the answer "well no i was drunk and you were such a gentleman" which would make me feel all good natured and manly.........no.
She replies, leaning altogether too close to me.'Yes I did and I wish you had, I really wanted you and I think we woould have made a great couple.'
I was gutted. We rarely speak anymore, her hubby isn't too keen on me after he heard about our encounter. He's polite, I'm polite, she's polite, I'm polite.
If only I wasn't such a nervous wreck in my youth and more confident with the ladies.
I'm still not, I get paranoid and think Mrs-X is upset with me when she isn't at all and everything's fine and I think somehow that she'll leave a loser like me for someone else.

really wish I'd screwed Wendy. She was and still is amazing.
(The Cosmic Fool Became aware that the bird is indeed the word on, Sat 7 Oct 2006, 14:01, Reply)

Last night
I drunkenly asked a girl from downstairs if I could shag her.

She said yes.

I didn't shag her.

Bollocks.
(SJH, Sat 7 Oct 2006, 13:29, Reply)

Regrets?
I regret ever asking my Ex-girlfriend out in the first place. I loved her for years and in a way still do, we were great friends, she went to stay with her sister in Birmingham and ended up screwing her sister's boyfriend's band's drummer, came back and dumped me. we've never spoken since.
Still see her around, she sees me, very awkward and we never say anything.
I wouldn't have met the future Mrs-X though, who I've been happily married to for the last six years. Never quite got over that first one though
(The Cosmic Fool Became aware that the bird is indeed the word on, Sat 7 Oct 2006, 13:28, Reply)

Mybiggest regret is
That I wasted 30 seconds of my life reading the post below and another 30 seconds replying to it.



I won't tell my sister as it's her wedding day and she has no fingers to post messages.
(clusterfuck detesting 'length' jokes since, Sat 7 Oct 2006, 13:02, Reply)

Down....
While we're bringing things down....

My Dad was a healthy, non-smoking, occasional drinker, all round nice guy, kind, loving, loved by everyone kind of guy.

I regret not telling him that I loved him when I spoke to him on the phone the evening after he dropped me back at boarding school.

He died 2 days later of heart failure.

This was 15 years ago when I was 15.

I have very few regrets, this is one of them. One of the few others is this:

I regret that I can't really remember what he looked like, what he sounded like or what it felt to cuddle up to him.

I'm not going to share this with my sister who gets married today and still carries the same regret around as baggage.

I'm going to go and cry now.

Thanks b3ta, I'm in trauma - but I am saving on therapy.
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Sat 7 Oct 2006, 12:34, Reply)

Staying at home for my undergraduate degree
-- putting a big pause on my social development between the ages of 18-21.

-- doing a PhD, rather than getting a job in the real world. As I seem to be in temping hell at the moment.
( drunkenoaf, Sat 7 Oct 2006, 11:43, Reply)

time to piss on the bonfire
Funny, I was thinking about this at the beginning of the week. My greatest regret is I'm never going to have the chance to grow old with my old man and have the friendship with him that we blatantly would have had. Selfish twunt died an alcoholic last year.

Not the funniest I'll grant you, but if you think regrets are funny, then you've sorta missed the whole point of them have you not?
(luckymcdanger, Sat 7 Oct 2006, 9:37, Reply)