I’d never make spaghetti or ramen noodles again.
I’d stop buying lottery tickets.
I stop paying rent on an apartment because I’d buy a house.
And I’d buy those fancy dijon ketchups.
Shoes. I’d buy enough shoes to last the rest of my life, and I’d never buy another pair.
I hate buying shoes.
For years, I refused to eat Rice-a-Roni because during some lean times, it was about all I had to put on the table. I still don’t buy it, but I tried some recently and it wasn’t so bad.
WalMart. I feel so guilty about shopping there, but damn I’m so cheap.
Duct tape…I would just replace whatever it was that needed to be repaired.
Oatmeal.
Pinto beans- it’d be black beans all the way, baby!
Coffee- I hate making coffee. I’d stop at the donut shop every day instead.
Coach plane tickets- woooo first class!
But not a real green dress. Cause that’s cruel.
I’d stop shopping at Wal-Mart, (Which covers a lot of things, household cleaning supplies, half my craft supplies, generic Sudafed, cat food etc.) and never buy generic ravioli and spaghettios again. I’d get at least one deep freeze, so I could stop buying canned vegetables and get frozen ones when I couldn’t get fresh ones. I might continue to go to Wal-Mart solely for their phone cards, because they are reliable and easy to recharge. (I buy a phone card and use that for long distance calls so I don’t wrack up a huge phone bill talking to my family.)
I lived about 12 blocks from the Madison Oscar Meyer’s Plant. Theplant had a permanent rendering plant smoke that covered 6 blocks in the down wind direction and a 1 block radius in all directions. I had to drive by the place a minimum of 10 times a week. I also only could buy one package of hotdogs a week for meat. I still starved for 2 or 3 days a week.
I can not stand the sight, smell or thought of hotdogs. Yet I’m once again forced to eat the things or not eat for about a week every month. I will also never eat Spagetti-Os or Ravioli-Os for the rest of my life, if cercumstance permits.
You could see the Wiener Moble parked in the plant lot when not on tour. A year ago we got stuck behind 3 Wiener Mobles with student drivers learn to drive a wiener. I always pointed out the Jello Trailers to ocupants in my car, so the understood were gelatin came from. I made a big impression on people when yoou coupled that with the rendering smoke.
Generic Q-tips. Brand name for me all the way, baby!
Also: I would buy a monkey. Haven’t you always wanted a monkey? 
Low grade gasoline. (I get Full Service currently, in Oregon, 'cause It’s The Law.)
Oooh! maybe I’d move back to California and be able to buy real fresh produce instead of the imitation flavorless kind available here!
I’d never, ever, ever buy car parts again, unless it was for a project car.
I refuse to believe there’s a product called Ravioli-Os. I mean…come on! Ravioli-O’s! It’d be like making a pudding called banana-nana.
I don’t know if this counts as buying, but i’d stop getting my student loan for the rest of university. I might stop buying generally from online stores, because I don’t need to worry about getting it cheaper from them.
I’d stop buying the Protestant work ethic.
Any vodka of lower quality than Stoli.
Bad wine.
I’d stop buying food, because I’d hire a personal chef. I’d pay for everything, but food shopping would be in their job description – no more Giant or Safeway for me!
I’d stop buying gasoline and oil and the like for my cars, because I’d hire a personal mechanic whose job it would be to make sure that all of my vehicles were in tip-top shape at all times, with full tanks and spotless interiors/exteriors.
I’d stop buying commerical plane tickets, because I’d get my pilot’s licenses and buy my own plane and helicopter (plane first, because a pilot friend told me that starting with fixed-wing will make learning helicopters easier/more fun). I might still buy the occasional first-class ticket for very long flights, but mostly I’d be flying myself around.
Hair products…I’d have someone to come do my hair every morning…
and I’d look fablous
Reloads.