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 resulted in a lot of wrestlers skipping class and barging into our classroom to hang out and avoid trouble. One day, seven wrestlers burst in excitedly talking about new wrestling uniforms, and how enthusiastic they were. When they went over to get the uniforms, the whole class is kind of side eyeing them. Even without what I say next, the suits appeared comical. I mean, it’s tight royal blue Spandex with a top that looks like suspenders. Absolutely funny already. But the wrestlers snatched the uniforms and hurried out to change in the bathroom, and came back to display them. Which, is also hysterical because Spandex shows everything; you could see all of their junk. Anyway, we live 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 says 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 in a panic, 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 shared my discovery with her and we both cracked up. The whole time she thought of 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.