This delightful journal offers a plethora of information for the sexually active 20-something girl. Do you make it your life's ambition to please a man in bed? Do you want to get rid of belly fat? Do you want to orgasm? If so, these pages are a goldmine.
And since I know everything, I've decided to offer an analysis of Pulitzer-prize worthy Cosmo articles, based simply on their intricate headlines.
Here we go!
Ummm yeah. Another line he wants to hear: "The only thing that could make our sex hotter is including my yoga instructor, Debbie." Seriously.
...holy shit. That's a lot. You better get started now...
Perhaps this is what the Cosmo girl's "va-jay-jay" is dying to tell her: "Wow, 125 sex moves, huh? Not only am I completely sore but I'm fucking exhausted. Thanks. Now we have crabs and I have absolutely NO idea which guy gave it to you this week. PS. Stop calling me va-jay-jay."
There are so many things wrong with this headline, I don't even know where to begin. First, am I the ONLY girl who simply doesn't want to know about men's masturbation rituals? Am I?? And do all men have the same "go-to fantasy"? I find this suspicious.
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