Don’t talk to me about regrets if you’ve never had someone’s name tattooed on you.

Only money has the right to say “you’ll regret losing me”. The rest of you calm down.

If you don’t fall in love with me, I’ll write poetry about you and then you’ll regret it.

Some things are better left unsaid, which I certainly realize, right after I say them.

Loving her was my second biggest mistake. Not buying Bitcoins in 2010 still remains the first.

Eating spaghetti to forgetti my regretti.

You learn a lot about someone when you marry them. For example, I learned I should have married someone else.

Remember when we were young and said “I’ll sleep when i’m older”? Well, now we can’t when we want to.

I dunno what I did in a past life but holy crap I’m sorry.

I’ve done the math and I regret to inform you I’m your soulmate.

Nothing has paid off less than learning to do the Macarena.

I’ve deleted enough tweets to know that I should never get a tattoo.

There are two quantities of popcorn: not enough and what have I done

Tattoos are a great convo starter. So as an introvert, I kinda regret getting them.

Turning regret into ulcers since the day I was born.

God: “I don’t regret the Flood, but I do regret the Ark.”

Like many men my age, my biggest regret is hiring the inexpensive hitman.

Surely, this is the hangover that will teach me my lesson.

I should’ve gotten my affairs in order before I decided to bite into this hot pepper.

Trust my gut? The thing that tricks me into buying gas station sushi and roller dogs? No thanks.