J.O.M.B.
A place where you store the best bits of your brain so you can jerk off to them later, or maybe show them off to another jerk.
I saw that girl in math class. I saved her face in my J. O. M. B. for later.
That guy in the cafeteria had the best burrito. I stored it in my J. O. M. B. so I can remember it when I’m eating alone.
I took a selfie with my dog and saved it in my J. O. M. B. because I’m that desperate.