Back in high school, I was rather reserved with people who weren't my friends. The high school’s wrestling coach was my geometry teacher. This resulted in a lot of wrestlers missing class and interrupting our class to hang out and avoid trouble. One day, seven wrestlers entered excitedly talking about new wrestling uniforms, and how thrilled they were. When they grabbed the uniforms, the whole class started giving them side glances. Even without what I mention next, the suits look funny. I mean, it’s a snug royal blue Spandex with a suspender-like top. Absolutely funny already. But the wrestlers took the uniforms and rush out of the room to go change in the bathroom, and came back to display them. Which, is also hysterical because Spandex shows everything; you could see everything. In any case, we reside in a town called Ocean City. It’s often abbreviated as “OC”. On the back of the Spandex uniform, it has Ocean City Men in large letters. Except… they used the abbreviation. On the back, it says OC MEN. Which isn’t too bad, but then I say it in my head. OC MEN. Oh—semen. I almost spit out the water I was drinking. 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 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 shy as hell. The first words out of my mouth were “It says oh semen.” We’ve been best friends for seven years now.