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 caused a lot of wrestlers skipping class and coming into our classroom to hang out and avoid trouble. One day, seven wrestlers burst in shouting about new wrestling uniforms, and how thrilled they were. When they grabbed 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 a snug royal blue Spandex with a suspender-like top. Absolutely funny already. But the wrestlers snatched the uniforms and ran out to change in the bathroom, and came back to model them. Which, is also hysterical because Spandex reveals everything; you could see all of their junk. 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 used the abbreviation. On the back, it states OC MEN. Which isn’t too bad, but then I pronounce it in my mind. OC MEN. Oh—semen. I almost spit out the water I was drinking. I looked around frantically, trying to see who I could tell, because I didn’t have any friends to tell in this class. I turned to the girl beside 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 considered me 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 the past seven years.