During my high school years, I was quite shy with people who weren't my friends. The high school’s wrestling coach was also the geometry teacher. 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 burst in yelling about new wrestling uniforms, and how thrilled 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 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 show them off. Which, is equally hilarious because Spandex shows everything; you could notice every detail. Anyway, we live 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 reads OC MEN. Which isn’t awful, 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 told her what I found and we both burst out laughing. The whole time she considered me 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 the past seven years.