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#1
Do you buy?
Do you remorse?

I spend too long thinking about any significant purchase before buying it. If I get around to buying it at all, I'm always disappointed either with the product, or with myself for not using it enough to justify the cost.

Share your experiences below
Last edited by sashki at Apr 10, 2017,
#3
Very few times, the only one I can think of being one or two video games from years ago.
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#4
I'm grateful that I'm generally quite frugal, so I'll rarely buy something without doing a fair bit of research first
#5
Only ever once in my life when I was an unemployed youngster and it was Father's Day and I went to Best Buy with the fam and, even though it was Father's Day, asked my dad to buy me an album (A Skylit Drive - Adelphia) and was highly disappointed with it and only really liked 2 tracks.

I usually only buy what I need or what I already know I'll enjoy.
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#6
I have to save up for months to buy anything significant which gives me plenty of time to think about it, so no remorse.
#7
i bought some records the other day i didn't really want them but i bought them anyway
#8
Does it count if its your kids?
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#9
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#10
I regret spending so much money on CDs and vinyl when I was younger. I could have a comfy safety net if I hadn't done that
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#11
Very much so. Waaaaay worse if it's a gift. I never like gifts and the guilt kills me.


Although movies/books/games tend to be an exception.
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#12
I regret buying a few video games at full 60 bucks price, but nothing else major comes to mind. I'm a very careful consumer when it comes to expensive hobby purchases. If anything, I regret wild nights of binge drinking and pigging out at pricey restaurants the most. Now, it's not a waste of money, because I had lots of fun. But for such a temporary good time with friends, it's a lot of cash blown.
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#17
i regret some of my music purchases

also shaving my butt hair
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#19
I've definitely regretted some purchases I've made as probably anyone has (that drawing pad and Cirque Du Soleil tickets were both particularly underwhelming, unfortunately) but overall I'd say most of my purchases are well-thought out

well my food budget sucks but I'm working on it ok
#20
bought a prostitutes incredibly overpriced services. she was already sucking my dick when we got to negotiating prices, i didnt even wanna fuck her i was just high as balls lol
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#21
I regret buying a MXR Phase 90, they are so damn repetitive sounding.

Swish swish swish... like the corduroy of foot pedals.
#23
Kind of backwards but... I usually buy secondhand games, when they come down in price, unless it's something I really want. Very occasionally I end up getting a gem of a game for a couple of quid, absolutely love it, but the online is dead and end up wishing I'd just payed up for them earlier.
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#24
Mostly when it comes to food. Like when you say "I'm gonna bring something from home today" but then you buy lunch instead or when you eat out and spend like $15 because food is too expensive. And then you're like... well, so much for budgeting food. And then you have to cut money from your other budgets. And then you put off buying something inexpensive but of equivalent value to make up for it and then the inexpensive thing triples in price a month later or becomes unavailable.
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#25
Not really,  I'm at a point in my life where its expected I spend obscene amounts of money on stupid shit,  Funny thing is I don't, I hunt deals down and relish the fact I damn near stole that from you,  Everyone's happy so to say 
#27
i started using jazz picks years ago. recently when into a store and they didnt have any; so i bought the normal picks.  

its way to much pick 
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#28
Whenever I go to eat at McDonald's.
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#29
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i regret some of my music purchases

also shaving my butt hair

Dude things can go severly wrong and youll be walking like you got but raped, if you chip the rim.
#30
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Whenever I go to eat at McDonald's.

why keep going then?
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#32
sashki I know what you mean. Nothing we buy satisfy. Nowadays I give 10% (to charity Songkids.org) and then spend the 90%, it helps. That way, I always buy what I love and then love what I buy. ;-p
#33
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With each word in caps it makes me think that's some kinda shitty band name. 
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#34
I only buy booze, so no.
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#35
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why keep going then?

I get lazy
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#36
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I get lazy/hate myself sometimes 

Fair enough. 


P.S. quoted before you edited. 
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#37
fuk u
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#38
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fuk u

where and when bby
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#39
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#40
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Dude things can go severly wrong and youll be walking like you got but raped, if you chip the rim.
I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to you, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble ****ting.

No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my butt-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my buttcheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can't-Be-Flushed threshold.

I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. "Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. "How many Indians could there be?" said by General Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK. "There! America On-Line now has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea.

I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my butt of hair. Occasionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My butt was smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.

Little did I know.

I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two buttcheaks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry.

Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic poo- molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky ****/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. God-DAMN, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm.

Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my butt off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks. As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering ****/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my butt cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own ****blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks."

Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my butt at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for butt-hair - ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my buttcheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil.

As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your butt having the texture of a Brillo pad. Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn't just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony.

Guys, DON'T SHAVE YOUR BUTT-HAIR!


i didn't actually shave my butt hair but i did regret some music purchases that were not as good as i expected
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