Just don't ask what I think of when I see Jerk Chicken on the menu

Whenever someone refers to a door jam, I think about toe jam, which makes me think about strawberry jam, and then jamming a radio frequency, and then I think about learning to play the banjo so I can jam with my friends, which would be fun to do while we eat jambalaya, and we could sing jamboni, jamboni, j-j-j-j-jamboni. And then, of course, it gives me yet another chance to think only of myself.