I even managed to get them to pose nude for you:
Phowarr! Look at their jammy holes!
Ahem. Anyway, it turns out that these Jammie Dodgers are dirty, chavvy little slags. They've been sleeping around with lots of different biscuits and now look what's happened: they've had lots of little half-breed babies!
Obviously I had to take them in and... er... taste them.
Well, it turns out that jammie awesomeness isn't hereditary when you pollute the gene pool with inferior biscuits!
Take the chocolate one, for example. Obviously the result of a sticky little fumble on the back seat of a Yugo with a bourbon cream. The result is a biscuit that's not as nice as JD or a bourbon cream.
The lemon one is slightly better, but not much. The less said about the toffee one, the better!
Fortunately, Dr K sensed my disappointment in these misbegotten little mongrels and made me delicious batch of raspberry curd muffins!
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