Yerr, I dun gots summat almost broke. When Big Bubba tried loadin' 'is varmint rifle with triple buckshot ter kill thats durn mole while 'e's still all underground-like, 'e dun blew up 'is gun! We 'ads ter use them old revolvers like ter kill the durn critter then! An' when we'd shot all our ammo, coupla days later, we just went an' had usselves a li'l fun, stuck some dyno-mite down 'is hole. Blew up tha whole tater patch! O'course, half tha house dun collapsed 's well, so I guess'n you could say thats we got usselves a house 'as almost broke.
*ahem* That's just the image that popped into my head reading this here thread title. Ayup.
I dun gots no- I mean, I don't have something like that right now. But my last laptop? Dear god, by the end, one of its two USB ports liked to suddenly refuse to work, and the other had given up the ghost entirely. The battery was shot to hell on account of having been plugged in constantly for more than a year, so the MOMENT you took the cable out, the laptop just died. And the letter R was missing, from when I ran a vacuum cleaner over the keyboard after a stress ball filled with corn starch exploded. I got the key back, and all the other fiddly little parts were still there, but I couldn't manage to get it back on.