Back in high school, I was pretty quiet 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 barging into our classroom to hang out and not get in trouble. One day, seven wrestlers burst in excitedly talking about new wrestling uniforms, and how enthusiastic they were. When they went over to get the uniforms, the whole class is kind of side eyeing them. Even without what I mention next, the suits appeared comical. I mean, it’s tight royal blue Spandex with a suspender style top. Already pretty funny. But the wrestlers grab the uniforms and rush out of the room to switch into them in the bathroom, and returned to show them off. Which, is also quite funny because Spandex reveals everything; 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 reads Ocean City Men in large letters. Except… they decided on the abbreviation. On the back, it states OC MEN. Which isn't terrible, 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 cracked up. 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.