I’ve always loved that saying, but I never can quite pull it off. I’m going to go ahead and force it. Just this once.
Swimming boys are my jam.
Matamoras is my jam.
(Not the closed part; I do not love when they’re closed. Also, it’s okay if you didn’t laugh for as long as I did when you first saw it. I won’t judge.)
Grammar is my jam.
What’s your jam?