Judging by the number of replies this week...
you are a sorry bunch!
(Rumbling Bear rumbled on, Thu 24 Jan 2013, 6:05, 6 replies)

I'm sorry...
...that I'm not sorry. You feckin' deserved it you kaaaaant!
(SpangleDangle >->)))'>, Thu 24 Jan 2013, 0:20, Reply)

I'm apologising to myself
For devoting 10 minutes this evening to composing a witty reply to this QOTW without checking first whether it had bindun. Which, naturally, it had.
(Capo, Wed 23 Jan 2013, 23:14, Reply)

<a href="http://b3ta.com/talk/7619626">b3ta.com/talk/7619626</a>
http://b3ta.com/talk/7619626
( broadsword now that's fresh, Wed 23 Jan 2013, 17:41, 6 replies)

Sorry
For party rocking.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SkTt9k4Y-a8
(LMFAO, Wed 23 Jan 2013, 17:36, 10 replies)

Les Mis
Somebody ought to apologise for it.
( The Lone Groover has mal des nuts., Wed 23 Jan 2013, 15:36, 8 replies)

Sorry
I'm sorry for imagining that shit song Everything I Do by Bryan Adams playing in the background whilst reading some of the fucking whiny shit this week.
(magic the cat will someone please think of the kittens, Wed 23 Jan 2013, 13:40, 1 reply)

It was supposed to be the happiest day of your life
I’ll remember that evening for the rest of my days. It was the evening that the light faded and the darkness overwhelmed me- I have yet to recover fully and my outlook is particularly bleak for the considerable future.

You were the light of my life and the memory of your blossoming from a small, shy child into an out-going and content young woman never fails to bring tears of joy into my eyes. I sat for years in the same room, cold and miserable, wishing that I could be free and happy to spend my life with you; longing for the ability to be a part of your life and to visit you whenever I could with armfuls of presents and love. For many years we did not speak and even now I count the months since our last sparse contact. It is the worst feeling imaginable for a father to lose contact with his beloved only child.

The Millennium had brought such joy to our family, you announced your pregnancy in the spring of 2000 and swiftly this led to an engagement. Richard was, and still is, a dream addition to any family of mine. He is a kind, gentle and respectable man whom I am honoured to have met and shared such joyous times with. The wedding was a quiet family affair, just as you had always daydreamed about as you rested across me as a child; you were never one for extravagance or showmanship. As the sunlight glanced through a break in the clouds onto you in your simple yet flattering dress, my chest swelled so much that I felt as if I was floating. Twenty-Four blissful years I had waited for this moment, the chance to be a proud father, and nothing could spoil it. The parish church of St Kieran’s on Islay was the perfect setting for this joyous occasion, simple but still beautiful. Some may assume that being able to look back on these memories may be cathartic, but if anything they deepen the depression and slash at my heart.

As our small number made the journey from the remote church to nearby Port Charlotte for the wedding breakfast, I beamed at the thought of my golden future, feeling even more optimism than during my teenage years. I had everything I could ever have dreamed about and more. The meal and festivities complete, the majority of those in attendance returned to their lodgings still basking in your radiance. However my beautiful wife, the older and wiser mirror-image of you, suggested a final walk along the coast, to take in the full beauty of a night in the Scottish Isles. We sauntered hand-in-hand for the final few minutes of my blissful existence, then sat on the rocks beside the lighthouse. There your mother told me of her affairs, multiple and fuelled by lust. It is often commented that there is no fury greater than a woman scorned, but my actions were greater still. When I close my eyes I can still feel the weight and shape of the rock that I reached out and lifted, moist from the sea air and intricately carved by the beating of the waves and the cruel winter winds. What I could never hope to replicate is the immediate feeling in the aftermath of her confessions; every shred of my soul collapsed and drew in towards my stomach before imploding and bursting outwards. As I reached the pinnacle of this emotion, the rock in my hand began colliding with her face time and again. Before I knew it, my soul had escaped and I was hollow.

If you speak to anyone who has passed through our lives, past or present, they will tell you that I served six years. If you speak to anyone who truly knows me, you will realise that without your love, I will serve my sentence until I die. Rebecca, I am sorry.
(Crompton, Wed 23 Jan 2013, 13:09, 59 replies)

Bored of that prick now.
Alright?
( BraynDedd Natasha Kaplinsky's labia majora, Wed 23 Jan 2013, 11:43, 19 replies)

Sorry for being born
How come all the other little girls have young daddies with careers, hopes, aspirations even moral compasses? Please daddy can I be normal? Sorry for bothering you at work. xxxx babes

Don't forget the Polish prossies.

[Mod edit: Oh just stop it. Banned]
(Wee Battered and Monty's Daughter Haven't seen their Daddy's siince, Wed 23 Jan 2013, 4:29, 13 replies)

I would like to apologise in advance.
My new years resolution is to be considerably more argumentative, and randomly insult people without no good reason on the thinnest of pretexts.
Sorry.
(speedevil, Wed 23 Jan 2013, 0:58, 5 replies)

What?
This morning I apprehended a miscreant stealing my milk! His protestation that he was delivering the bottles drew the shortest of shrift from myself and I had to torch his milk float to foil his escape.

It seems we're living under the 'Comité de salut public' as the Blue Meanies are insisting I offer the plunderer an apology to avoid being pinched.

Ernest Brown has much to answer for.
(Brigadier an old boot sitting on a man's face - forever, Tue 22 Jan 2013, 21:47, Reply)

I'd like to apologise to the Right Honourable Amorous Badger for ruining his evening the other week
by not rising to the bait. Sorry, guv. Consider it your very own Vietnam. In years to come, the subject will be raised and noobs will be all like "What?" and we can be all like "YOU DON'T KNOW MAN, YOU WEREN'T THERE!"
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Tue 22 Jan 2013, 21:20, 8 replies)

Oh wait, I'm sorry I lied, it's still there
b3ta.com/questions/sorry/post1834242
( Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Tue 22 Jan 2013, 18:02, 3 replies)

I'm really sorry I won't get to read about AW's penis.

( Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Tue 22 Jan 2013, 16:47, 10 replies)

Dear America
We are not sorry you have Piers Morgan, he's your problem now.
(ParaSitius is an Optimistic Pessimist, Tue 22 Jan 2013, 15:36, Reply)

I'm sorry I suggested this QOTW, it's fucking dreadful.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 22 Jan 2013, 15:34, 13 replies)

down at the pub
Theres this guy who does really bad impressions of people.
Name anyone and he'll mimic them for you.
Im really sorry now I asked him to ape Ali G
(insomniac-surfer oh go on then, just this once, Tue 22 Jan 2013, 15:27, Reply)

I'm trying to describe the idea of a small programme for computer tablets to my friend, who's quite far away.
I think I'll have to employ an app-holler-gist.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 22 Jan 2013, 15:17, Reply)

I was going in for surgery the other day and started sneezing like a mad cunt.
Turns out I've got an op allergy.
( BraynDedd Natasha Kaplinsky's labia majora, Tue 22 Jan 2013, 15:13, Reply)

To my previous employers:
Sorry for basically just pissing about on b3ta on your time for the past decade.

To my current employers:
Aren't you glad I did all that training?
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Tue 22 Jan 2013, 15:07, Reply)

Now this is a QOTW I can relate to..
Sorry. Just sorry. To everyone I've ever known and for everything that I'm going to do. Its always on purpose and I always weighed up the situation before I did it anyway.

Sorry.
( DinivanX Has stinging piss after drinking Pact Coffee, Tue 22 Jan 2013, 15:01, Reply)

Dear Jimmy
Sorry for telling.

(Apologies if it's bin dun)
(Maverickjames 's name is not James, Tue 22 Jan 2013, 14:05, Reply)

Sorry I spent your gambling stake
No need to kill my fucking kestrel though.
(McChinaman banned, Tue 22 Jan 2013, 13:22, 7 replies)

Sorry Dad that I visited your workplace and caused all that damage.
But you didn't look after me when I was growing up, and I started hanging around with the wrong crowd - in particular the hairy one, the lecherous one and that girl with the annoying voice. Turns out she'd never met her dad either lol it's about Star Wars!!!!
( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Tue 22 Jan 2013, 12:56, 3 replies)

I made a post about a word that sounded a tiny bit like "apologies" because I couldn't think of a pun about the word "sorry"
This should win.

Cunts.
( Spleep Shit, or get off the internet., Tue 22 Jan 2013, 12:53, Reply)