Try to read this out loud. It will make you laugh.
Jeff jerked the jewels from Jerry, jumped into the Jaguar, jousted with the joystick, and sped away. He felt jittery, in need of some Java for his jangled nerves. He was Jonesing for jambalaya, Jamba Juice, and two jiggers of Jim Beam. Jeff and Jerry had led a jailbreak from Jersey Juvenile, after a jaundiced jury pronounced judgment, i.e. 10 years for jaywalking. He joined Jerry, and still in their jumpsuits went job-hunting. They jettisoned the Jaguar, stole a Jeep, and worked as janitors at the Junior High School on Jackson Street. After work, they would jive with the Jesuits, who would juggle Junior mints while watching Jeopardy. They wore jackets and jeans, dined on jerky and jaw breakers; jellyfish and Jell-O.
Jeff joined a group of jukebox jiveass jazz jammers that told jokes about journeys into the jaws of Mick Jagger. At this juncture, a journeyman journalist, who was juiced on juleps, joined the jammers. Jacob the journalist, jotted down the jokes and jibes from the lips of these juvenile joy boys. Jacob, a registered judge of joviality, felt justified in jerking the chain on these jarheads.
Jeff’s greatest joys were jitterbugging with Janice, and jaywalking on his way to see his friend, Julius Jammamoto for a jujitsu lesson. He would jest with Julius about their joint ventures involving jackpots and jealous Jezebels.
Seriously, this alliteration was written for Jeff’s pleasure. He’s a delightful man, and I truly enjoy his company. Thank you Jeff,
Don