My dad gave me a copy of Inglorious Basterds on Blu-Ray for Christmas.
"Dang," I said, "I don't have a Blu-Ray player."
"What?!" he exclaimed, and hit me with a disapproving sideways glare. "Son, we are about to enter a new decade. This is not the stone age. Are you aware that in seven days, the plain old DVD will have been invented fifteen years
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