During my high school years, I was rather reserved with people who weren't 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 stay out of trouble. One day, seven wrestlers entered shouting 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 describe next, the suits seemed funny. I mean, it’s skin-tight royal blue Spandex with a top that looks like suspenders. Already pretty funny. But the wrestlers snatched the uniforms and ran out to go change in the bathroom, and came back to model them. Which, is equally hilarious because Spandex hides NOTHING; you could see all of their junk. Regardless, we reside in a town called Ocean City. It’s often abbreviated 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 says OC MEN. Which isn't terrible, but then I pronounce it in my mind. OC MEN. Oh—semen. I was close to spitting out my drink. I glanced around quickly, 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 whispered to her what I noticed and we both cracked up. The whole time she saw me as the quiet teacher’s pet who was extremely shy. The first words out of my mouth were “It says oh semen.” We’ve been best friends for seven years now.