One of my bosses just opened up a sample bottle of wine, in the store, and poured us each a small glass to try. She then proceeded to fill an empty Jones soda bottle halfway with the wine for me to have when I get off work.
Why are these people so damn nice?
I always hear fugue described as a musical “conversation.” I hope I’m never in a conversation where each person repeats what the other has just said with minor variations, and both people constantly talk over each other.
That’s actually an interesting idea….
trying to start homework but you kinda just
Woah, did they make newer versions of Oregon Trail?