…since its sole purpose is to store joy and excitement, when it fails it’s like a dude walking into my house with a baseball bat, swinging around and destroying all my stuff and then leaving without saying a word.
I hate when my DVR decides to die…
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I Might Have Thought What You Said... 
What a terrible DVR.