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Devastated by the breakup of his marriage, Ian Usher of Perth, Australia decided to sell his life on eBay -- everything from his fully furnished home and car to an introduction to all of his friends and a trial period at his job.

Word of this offering spread quickly, and at one point bidding reached $2 million, four times the amount Usher expected. But the 44-year-old soon learned eBay can be as cruel as the woman who trampled his heart when all the big money bids were revealed to be hoaxes. The auction eventually closed with the winner having bid a mere $384,000, barely the value of Usher's home.

So minus the real estate, Usher's life was deemed pretty much worthless. Thanks for that, eBay. It takes your unique sort of electronic marketplace to illustrate something many of us have feared about our own lives, without suffering the indignity of having it confirmed.

Ever feel like you want to do something drastic? We've got a gallery of folks who made "No Regrets" decisions after the jump.


No Regrets

    I bid $1, Bob.

    Don't make eye contact with this. Looking at Chuck Norris in the eyes is like watching "The Ring." You won't know it, but you'll be dead within a week.

    Okay, this is the best tattoo we've EVER seen. The artist told us this was the result of a lost bet (awesome). I can't decide who I want to give an awesome beej to more: the dude who thought of it or the dude who actually got it.

    Now preppies are getting tats? It's over people! Nothing to see here, folks. Go home to your families.

    Dwight, your father told you not to go in the shed!

    R.I.P. Ol' Dirty Foot,

    This guy doesn't need bongos and a bag of coke to bring the party. He just shows up in shorts with his PARTY LEGS and brings the PARTY VIBES. Even his grandchildren will be high-fiving him when he takes them fishing.

    There are about three million Chewy tattoos out there, but this is the funniest rendition I've ever seen. I could look at this every day for the rest of my life and still get a chuckle. Dude, look at it. It's. So. Good.

    "Snakes on a Plane" on a douchebag.

    This is what happens when chicks die: We turn into magical pink unicorns who get blazed by our big strong Pegasus boyfriends on a cloud in the middle of a rainbow. Then we get to smoke afterwards and nobody tells us it's a cliche.