When I sit down to the computer, I remove the cloth embroidered with a chuck norris joke that covers my keyboard.
Chuck Norris doesn't need to raise the roof, it's too afraid of falling on him
My keyboard is completely broken. The little feet in back that angle the board so you can type comfortably are long gone. They're probably having tea with some of my missing keys - among them "e" and "home". This keyboard predates the idea of having little lights that tell you when caps lock is on. And oh boy is it on! The caps lock toggle no longer works, so when I type in lowercase I have to hold Shift.
Speaking of, the "plus/equals", "minus/underscore", and F9 through F12 keys don't work anymore. I just have to use the alt codes when I want to type the first two broken ones.
There is a hole where I tried to pry my keyboard apart to let a bee out.
The cable is frayed and repaired with electrical tape. I swear sometimes I lose keystrokes but I've never had a control blackout.
I have no numpad.
Someone loved Rod Serling enough to carve his name into the back. Or, alternatively, this keyboard was once owned by Rod Serling.
This is nowhere near as bad as one keyboard I used at a friend's house. She complained that her space bar wasn't pressing down far enough anymore. I shook the keyboard and along with everything else came a long strip of canadian bacon. She claimed ignorance.