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 led to a lot of wrestlers cutting class and barging into our classroom to hang out and not get in 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 describe next, the suits look funny. I mean, it’s a snug royal blue Spandex with a top that looks like suspenders. Already quite amusing. But the wrestlers grab the uniforms and rush out of the room to switch into them in the bathroom, and come back to display them. Which, is equally hilarious because Spandex shows everything; you could notice every detail. Anyway, we live in a town called Ocean City. It’s usually shortened as “OC”. On the back of the Spandex uniform, it says Ocean City Men in large letters. Except… they used 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 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 shared my discovery with her and we both burst out laughing. The whole time she thought of 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.