Eat liver, wheat germ or tuna fish sandwiches with Kraft cheese product on top. My late mom had some disgusting culinary ideas.
I love cats but Never Again a long-haired breed.
I just might never be up to working 40 hours a week ever again; jury’s out.
I will never again drive all night on a road trip thinking a two-hour nap at a rest stop will be enough.
I will never eat an entire pint of sorbitol-sweetened ice cream ever again.
Take another bar exam
Take another family law client
Set foot in Texas outside DFW airport (hub can’t be avoided)
Draw to an inside straight
Shoot a man in Reno
Work an overnight shift - when I was much, much younger, it made me physically sick to work all night, and I can’t imagine I’d be any better at it now.
You never saw A Christmas Story?
Have anonymous sex, especially with someone who only speaks Italian (The only thing I know in Italian is “Why don’t we do it in the road?” And we did.).
^ Have more than one drink.
Pretend that I’ll ever be thin.
Eat haggis or Limburger cheese, thinking “Hey, they sell it, so how bad could it be?”
Refer to myself as a libertarian.
Live with my partner. The love endures, but we’re not compatible as housemates. We do live next door to each other, and that works.
Shake a quart of black enamel paint in the living room, without KNOWING the lid is on tight.
Alas, it came along 20 years too late to save me from myself.
Ride one of those carnival rides that looks like a pirate ship, and swings back and forth so far it loops over.
<shudder> Just thinking about my single experience makes my heartrate go up.
How does one make a wheat germ sandwich, with or without Kraft cheese product?
Because if you live in town and the water or sewer breaks, the town fixes it. If your well or septic breaks, you do. Can you even picture waking up in the morning, and either a) you’re out of water and call a repairman, and he says, “your well is dry”, or b) wake up and water/sewage is coming out some of your sinks/toilets, and the repair guy says, “your septic isn’t working”? Those are extremely expensive words to hear, sometimes irreparable words. And if you can’t repair it, your property is both unlivable and neigh unsellable. I’ve heard these words and spent many thousands on them.
Trust me: live in town if practical.
What kind of camping are you people doing? I don’t get it. If you’re uncomfortable you pause the DVD player, walk to the back of the RV and adjust the thermostat and… wait a minute; are ya’ll talking about those, umm, tent things? Well, no wonder.
As for me, a list of things I hope never to do again.
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Enter a movie theater. (don’t like crowds, swore off theaters in about 2000, haven’t been back)
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Ride any form of public transportation. (don’t like being stuffed into a crowded anything, and the airlines and security have long passed the point I can stand). I’ll drive or pilot myself if I need to travel.
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Travel overseas. Been there, done that, lived there. I’ll stick with the US thankyouverymuch. The missus and daughter are fond of traveling abroad (verifying my credit cards work everywhere :rolleyes:), but they can have it. Ol grumpy’s staying home, where I can move more than 5 feet without encountering someone with their hand out.
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Snowski. Tried it several times, but I suck at it, and it’s cold.
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Waterski (or barefoot). Although I’m very good at it, my late 50’s bod simply won’t tolerate it anymore.
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Take a cruise. It’s (you guessed it) crowded, and I don’t like having my schedule determined by others. Also, I tire quickly of being instructed how I should tip. Once was enough.
If you’ll forgive me, I’m dying to ask a couple of posters about their “never again” items:
Seriously. You have to provide more details, please.
You realize there are concessionaires who will helicopter you out of the canyon after you hike down, right? Trust me, that’s the way to do it.
Have you posted here about that? I googled it and it sounds pretty interesting.
Sorry for the hijacks, but a lot of the list items hint at some good stories. 
I always thought being a ‘Crazy Cat Lady’ would be a wonderful. I do like my TV, but I don’t have people lined up waiting to hug, kiss, or poke me in tender areas and never will.
An orgy of cats and kittens? Yes, please!
OK, things I will never do again: Drink a whole quart of eggnog the day before I’m to go to an event. :eek:
As far as I know, my opportunities for attending a family reunion have reached the end of the line. Dwindling family, and what is left certainly don’t care.
Going to the State Fair and spending 12 hours there and eating and drinking like I was 21 years old with $100 in my pocket and going back to the fair two or three more times and this includes an Aerosmith concert on a 101 degree day!
Don’t know what your experience was, but I lost my wallet on it. It’s one of very few rides where you’re actually hanging upside down (as opposed to something like a rollercoaster where the g-forces keep you, and your wallet, pinned into your seat), and when we were hanging upside down, my wallet slipped out and fell into the pit below the ride. Thankfully my wallet and its contents were mailed back to me several days later, but even without that, yeah, it’s not that amazing a ride.
Never again will I:
Get married
Live with another person
Walk without a cane
Canoe
Swim
Buy another automobile
Have sex
Visit Korea or China or Japan or Mexico or Canada
Sleep through a fire in a hotel
Make New Year resolutions
Attend church
That’s enough
My days of having threesomes is probably over. The wife isn’t interested in them.
Father more children. Got the ol’ snippety-snip and never looked back.
Drive drunk.
Rent my dwelling.
All true, but I love living in the country. In fact, I would add “live in town” to my list, but my kids might end up putting me in a old folks home so I’d better hedge my bets.
PS: Our trick was to have our septic waaaay oversized when it was installed. I also planted barrier trees and shrubs to keep anyone from ever driving over the drain field. I hope it lasts forever.
Order a Spicy Chicken Sandwich off of the Dollar Menu at Burger King
Oh Hells No! Imagine a breaded chicken patty on a supermarket bun with a slice of 3-day-old wilted lettuce on top.
The sauce tasted like it was a mixture of 1/3 mayo and 2/3 Agida stomach acid with a subtle hint of Chipotle for the “Southwest Flavor”. 
(Honestly, if Herman Cain’s tongue scraped South along Route 5 and then West along Route 10, he’d STILL end up with a better taste of the Southwest than what is in that sammich…)
I might raft out (or in, or both) in the future, but using a chopper as an elevator feels too much like cheating. The walk wasn’t the problem, it was just that the hour at Phantom Ranch wasn’t nearly long enough to balance it.
I didn’t even feel sore the next day, which may have had something to do with all the beer that night, including the huge can consumed in the awesome coin-op shower. God’s own water pressure, there.
Which reminds me: I’ll never attend a geology field course again and that’s sort of sad. But I’ll never pay tuition or write a thesis again, so there’s that.
One thing on my list is “never let anyone else work on my cars unless it’s something I can’t do, like mount a tire.” I paid someone to change my oil once when I didn’t have a garage to work in, and they made a very expensive mistake and ended up cutting me a check for a new engine.
BTW, at least around here, it’s not even remotely hard to find a place that takes used oil. Every single auto parts store will take it, although they might have a limit of a few gallons at a time. If you’re good about doing it, you can just take a single oil change’s worth of oil back when you buy the oil for the next change and never have much sitting around. I think there’s a rule about being required to accept used oil if you sell it in large enough volumes. Most definitely all the big chains like Autozone and Advance Auto Parts will accept it.
Garages that do oil changes around here will also often take it, because they run waste-oil heaters to heat the shop in the winter, so you’re giving them free fuel.
I personally let it stock up until I have a ton of it (usually at least a few 5-gallon buckets) and then take it to the semi-regular hazardous material dropoffs that the city has. You drive up, they take the buckets out of your vehicle and empty them and wipe them out for you and return them. If you have anything else like old paint, old batteries, whatever, you can get rid of those too. All 100% free.
Talking about who is on your ignore list is actually against the rules here (unless you’re in the BBQ Pit), so don’t do it again outside of there.