As someone whose first name happens to be Joston, you let that douchbag ring burn in bonfire hell. I got nervous as shit in high school every time they announced anything about class rings.
PA System: "Attention students.... Josten's....."
Me: "Oh fuck, what did I do?!"
PA System: "...will be here on Friday and Saturday for a fitting..."
Me: "Jesus... thank you God. Fuck you, Josten's. And learn to spell your name correctly!"