ultimate narcissism

the act of beating off to your own reflection in a mirror

Bob: Uh, Jake just went into the bathroom naked with a tub of crisco and a can of whipped cream, do i want to know?
James: Ultimate narcissism, does it every hour
Bob: Ahhhh . . . Listen I've got the worst image in my mind, i think I'm going to go put my balls in the garbage disposal to relieve the pain
Jake: mmm . . . such defined lips, oh god . . . yesss