What is your personal slippery slope?

Ice cream. Most especially Tin Roof Sundae.

Pizza. Don’t gimme no slippery slope. I don’t care. I will give up pizza when you pry it out of my cold dead hand.

I love pizza so much, I would pry it out of your cold dead hand to eat it.

I would pry cold pizza out of your dead hand, eat it and lick your rigored fingers.

Pringles cans at my house exist in two stable states: unopened, or empty. I suppose I should admit there is a sort of transitional state in between, but it’s measured in zeptoseconds.