Sliders slide down

So like Dee was watching Bitchin Kitchen with Kate on her lap. Kate likes to watch TV, not me, I don’t see the point. Anyways, my other two legged Companion, Brian, was on the phone. They forgot about the yummy sliders on the stove. I didn’t. I knew they were there. I waited until nobody was looking and … no more sliders. I know why they’re called sliders now. They slide down your tummy.

Kate, the Irish Setter

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