When I was in high school, I was rather reserved with people who weren't my friends. The high school’s wrestling coach also taught geometry. 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 entered excitedly talking about new wrestling uniforms, and how thrilled they were. When they go over and pull out the uniforms, the whole class began to eye them suspiciously. Even without what I say next, the suits look funny. I mean, it’s tight royal blue Spandex with a suspender style top. Already pretty funny. But the wrestlers grab the uniforms and ran out to go change in the bathroom, and returned to model them. Which, is also hysterical because Spandex shows everything; you could notice every detail. In any case, we live 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 used the abbreviation. On the back, it states 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 looked around in a panic, 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 started laughing. The whole time she saw me as the quiet teacher’s pet who was very reserved. The first words out of my mouth were “It says oh semen.” We’ve been best friends for seven years now.