Back in high school, I was quite shy around people who weren’t my friends. The high school’s wrestling coach was my geometry teacher. This resulted in a lot of wrestlers skipping class and coming into our classroom to hang out and avoid trouble. One day, seven wrestlers come in excitedly talking about new wrestling uniforms, and how excited they were. When they grabbed the uniforms, the whole class began to eye them suspiciously. Even without what I say next, the suits appeared comical. I mean, it’s a snug royal blue Spandex with a suspender-like top. Already pretty funny. But the wrestlers took the uniforms and ran out to go change in the bathroom, and come back to display them. Which, is also hysterical because Spandex reveals everything; you could notice every detail. Regardless, we reside in a town called Ocean City. It’s often abbreviated as “OC”. On the back of the Spandex uniform, it says Ocean City Men in large letters. Except… they chose the abbreviation. On the back, it reads OC MEN. Which isn’t too bad, but then I say it in my head. OC MEN. Oh—semen. I was close to spitting out my drink. 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 burst out laughing. 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.