Slidey on Slidey

I did it again. I know better, but I always end up cracking under the pressure. It's like I get so excited about the sandwich that I forget my past transgressions against myself. Much like how I feel each time I quit quitting smoking. I know better, but...

Slidey on slidey. Why? Do I oversimplify? Maybe. Bread, stuff, bread. Simple, right? No.

No ham on avocado on cucumber on tomato. What can I tell you about that combo? You may as well put it in a slingshot, because that's going to shoot out of the bread the minute that the most delicate pressure is put on it. Not good.

A hierarchy of materials, based on their slidey or non-slidey qualifications, is needed. I'll begin work soon.

Until then, maybe I should have my palms tattooed. [Slidey O] [n Slidey]. Maybe a post-it near the sandwich board is better.