In a fancy bit of service journalism, Maxim has offered a translation segment intending to broaden the horizons of horny dudes too insecure to open the pages of Cosmo. It goes as such:
Match the correct sexual term to its classy gal mag euphemism. (We can read!)"
I'll stop there, but suffice it to say I've never heard "internal bliss bomb" around the locker room.
Ah, what the hell, here they all are, correctly matched: