During my high school years, I was rather reserved when I wasn't with my friends. The high school’s wrestling coach also taught geometry. This caused a lot of wrestlers missing class and barging into our classroom to hang out and not get in trouble. One day, seven wrestlers entered excitedly talking about new wrestling uniforms, and how excited 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 top that looks like suspenders. Already quite amusing. But the wrestlers snatched the uniforms and hurried out to go change in the bathroom, and returned to model them. Which, is equally hilarious because Spandex reveals everything; you could see all of their junk. Anyway, we live in a town called Ocean City. It’s commonly abbreviated as “OC”. On the back of the Spandex uniform, it has Ocean City Men in large letters. Except… they chose the abbreviation. On the back, it reads OC MEN. Which isn’t awful, but then I say it in my head. OC MEN. Oh—semen. I was close to spitting out my drink. I glanced around quickly, trying to find out who I can 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 started laughing. The whole time she considered me 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.