Slow News Day, To The Extreme

I've been attacked by and over biscuits before. Many is the time gluttonous, furtive biscuit consumption has led to sudden choking (hobnobs actually are one of the worst offenders since they commit fracticide when you bite them unless you dunk them in something), and my sister hit me in the eye with a well-flung digestive once. A biscuit also led to my nose being pierced in four places. My spaniel really wanted my biscuit, and didn't have the best of aim or depth perception when she was a puppy...

Not sure why they mentioned Jaffa Cakes in that report though, since they're not biscuits. They're... well... cake.

I was introduced to jaffa cakes about 15 years ago by a wonderful girlfriend at the time. We found them in a little shoppe in Lewes, Delaware - lovely little place if you are ever in the neighborhood, Dave. Bring the wife and kids - its a romantic and sweet little town, and the first in Delaware. Anyway, back to my point. I feel better knowing that she was even then -that- concerned for my safety to steer me away from those evil Hobnobs, which were down the shelf a scant quarter-meter away!

Hobnobs are like sin or Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey:

Bad for you, but oh, so delicious!

In Response to abracadabra (#49330):

:@ MONKEYS!!!
Nothing good ever comes from anything monkey-related, mark my words (whatever that means, exactly)...
Still, I'd rather see monkeys in ice cream or baked in monkey bread than running around screaming, biting, parasite-transmitting, poop-heaving, etc.
:(I) (-- monkey head)