Jaffa Cakes

I don't like Jaffa Cakes.

It's not the fact that they are inexplicably and half heartedly coated in the foulest chocolate this side of the USA. It's not the fact that they are an odd size, impossible to dunk in tea for risk that their puny bodies may collapse under the pressure of the hot milky caffeine sodden goodness inside my cup. It's not even that they have that disgusting gelatinous dollop of orange flavoured jelly ungraciously shoved into its inner sanctum (although this does not help).

It boils down to this, and this alone. Is it a cake or a fucking biscuit?

If you are really a cake, sit with the cakes. If you're a chocolate coated biscuit, pay tax.

For fuck's sake Jaffa cakes - shit or get off the pot. Pick a fucking side, you schizophrenic chocolate coated orange centred evil bastards.