During my high school years, I was pretty quiet 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 interrupting our class to hang out and not get in trouble. One day, seven wrestlers burst in yelling about new wrestling uniforms, and how enthusiastic they were. When they went over to get the uniforms, the whole class began to eye them suspiciously. Even without what I say next, the suits look funny. I mean, it’s skin-tight royal blue Spandex with a top that looks like suspenders. Already pretty funny. But the wrestlers grab the uniforms and hurried out to go change in the bathroom, and come back to show them off. Which, is equally hilarious because Spandex reveals everything; you could see all of their junk. Regardless, we reside 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 in a panic, trying to figure out who to tell, because I didn’t have any friends to tell in this class. I turn to the girl next to me, and I had no idea who she was and had never talked to her before. I whispered to her what I noticed and we both started laughing. 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 7 years now.