Rhymes with Nipple

Last night my good friend Katie had a housewarming party to celebrate buying her first condo. She is now an official resident of Logan Sqare, living on the lovely Whipple Street. Which makes me giggle every time I see it because it rhymes with Nipple Street. Yes, I am a twelve-year-old boy. I can't help it. Despite the unfortunate street name, the condo is really cool and Katie definitely knows how to throw a party (check out that food table and bar!). A good time was had by all, but especially by Katie's dog Otis who turned on the charm and managed to procure multiple table scraps from every single party guest in attendance.