I just rolled over and went to sleep because it's true. I've broken shit my whole life. Growing up, my brothers hid their toys from me. I've broken more desk computers, laptops, printers, keyboards, etc, than anyone else at my company. I even once broke the elevator and got several people stuck for over an hour. I've broken the gate in the parking deck twice, once trying to run (on foot) under it, the second time ramming it with my Jeep. I frequently snap the law mower starter cord in two. I break at least 2 softball bats a year. I could go on for hours. Yep, I just rolled over and didn't say shit.
Oh yeah, here's another good one. Back when I was around 20, I was playing golf with a friend. I drove the golf cart up a steep incline. I'd let off the throttle and let the cart roll back and then nail it. The front would come up about 2 feet. After doing this about 5 more times, my friend jumped out right when I nailed it. This lightened up the front too much. The damn cart looped. Well not exactly a full loop, but, enough to turn over. Since we had our clubs strapped in the back of the cart, I managed to snap or bend most of them.