My gf is a dance teacher/choreographer. After a busy night teaching a tough class and working choreography towards a show, we went over to help get her frail mum up from bed this morning and prepare breakfast (she's 84) and my gf was wearing a pair of jogging bottoms with a dance logo emblazoned with the letters Jay, Ee and Zed.
Her lovely mum looks up innocently over carefully buttered toast and says, 'Did you have a fun night dear?' and then immediately adds, 'Oh look, you've got JEZ on your pants!'
Bwaaahhaaa! My coffe snorts out of my nose!