Back in high school, I was rather reserved when I wasn't with my friends. The high school’s wrestling coach was also the geometry teacher. This led to a lot of wrestlers skipping class and barging into our classroom to hang out and avoid trouble. One day, seven wrestlers entered yelling about new wrestling uniforms, and how thrilled they were. When they grabbed the uniforms, the whole class started giving them side glances. Even without what I describe next, the suits look funny. I mean, it’s skin-tight royal blue Spandex with a suspender style top. Absolutely funny already. But the wrestlers snatched the uniforms and hurried out to go change in the bathroom, and returned to show them off. Which, is also hysterical because Spandex hides NOTHING; you could see all of their junk. Regardless, we reside in a town called Ocean City. It’s commonly abbreviated 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 says OC MEN. Which isn’t too bad, but then I say it in my head. 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 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 cracked up. 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 the past seven years.