Haffa Jaffa
A Haffa Jaffa is a half-baked mess with one parent who thinks they’re fancy and the other who thinks they’re a damn saint. It’s like being stuck between a biscuit and a curse.
My dad’s a Protestant and my mom’s a Catholic. I’m a Haffa Jaffa. I’m stuck between a biscuit and a holy war.
I’m a Haffa Jaffa. I have a Protestant dad who hates Catholics and a mom who thinks the Orange Order is a bunch of overgrown kids.
My brother’s a Haffa Jaffa. He’s half Protestant and half confused. It’s like he’s a biscuit that didn’t know what it wanted to be.