During my high school years, I was rather reserved with people who weren't my friends. The high school’s wrestling coach was also the geometry teacher. This resulted in a lot of wrestlers skipping class and interrupting our class to hang out and not get in trouble. One day, seven wrestlers burst in yelling about new wrestling uniforms, and how excited they were. When they grabbed the uniforms, the whole class started giving them side glances. Even without what I say next, the suits seemed funny. I mean, it’s a snug royal blue Spandex with a suspender-like top. Already quite amusing. But the wrestlers grab the uniforms and rush out of the room to go change in the bathroom, and come back to display them. Which, is also hysterical because Spandex hides NOTHING; you could notice every detail. Anyway, we reside in a town called Ocean City. It’s usually shortened as “OC”. On the back of the Spandex uniform, it has Ocean City Men in large letters. Except… they decided on the abbreviation. On the back, it says OC MEN. Which isn’t too bad, but then I sound it out in my head. OC MEN. Oh—semen. I almost spit out the water I was drinking. I looked around frantically, trying to see who I could tell, because I didn’t have any friends to tell in this class. I turn to the girl next to me, and I had no idea who she was and had never talked to her before. I shared my discovery with her and we both cracked up. The whole time she saw me as the quiet teacher’s pet who was shy as hell. The first words out of my mouth were “It says oh semen.” We’ve been best friends for seven years now.