During my high school years, I was rather reserved around people who weren’t my friends. The high school’s wrestling coach was my geometry teacher. This caused a lot of wrestlers skipping class and barging into our classroom to hang out and stay out of trouble. One day, seven wrestlers come in excitedly talking about new wrestling uniforms, and how enthusiastic they were. When they went over to get the uniforms, the whole class started giving them side glances. Even without what I say next, the suits seemed funny. I mean, it’s tight royal blue Spandex with a suspender-like top. Already pretty funny. But the wrestlers snatched the uniforms and rush out of the room to go change in the bathroom, and came back to model them. Which, is also quite funny because Spandex shows everything; you could see all of their junk. Anyway, we are from a town called Ocean City. It’s usually shortened as “OC”. On the back of the Spandex uniform, it says Ocean City Men in large letters. Except… they chose the abbreviation. On the back, it states OC MEN. Which isn’t awful, but then I sound it out in my head. OC MEN. Oh—semen. I almost spit out the water I was drinking. I glanced around quickly, trying to see who I could tell, because I didn’t have any friends to tell in this class. I looked at the girl sitting next to me, and I had no idea who she was and had never talked to her before. I told her what I found and we both burst out laughing. The whole time she thought of 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.