A Whistling Chicken.

I'm in the kitchen with my roommate Katie. She's busy cooking up her chicken. I'm listening to my tea kettle whirring in the background.

The kettle whistles. With perfect comedic timing, Katie asks, "Is that my chicken? I thought he was dead already."

First crushes.

At a tea party, I met an opera singer. Six of us were there reminiscing about our childhoods. One is an opera singer. She shared the story of her first crush; he reminded her of Donkey Lips from the Nickelodeon show, Salute Your Shorts.

She liked him because his fingers reminded her of sausages. Even though, she didn't like sausage.