Upton, MA – You have to admit, “James Hill, Meat Pounder” almost sounds like it could be its’ own tv show. I’m not sure who would watch a show about a guy who lurks around in basements with high-tech audio visual equipment so he can record women going to the bathroom and then watch and listen later in his whack palace. You put that shit on Bravo, and Mrs. Munson would probably tune in. I know you couldn’t call the show “James Hill MP”, because then people would get the idea he was in the Military Police, instead of being the serial jerkoff artist that he is. Anyway, if our other meat pounder, Christian Hobbs, is the Andy Dufresne of jerking off, then James Hill is the Jason Bourne. Good ol’ Hobbsy likes to army crawl through your vents with snacks and energy drinks to stay nourished for one of his signature marathon whacks. James Hill, on the other hand (sure pun intended), employs state of the art surveillance equipment so he can rub his helmet all over the 4″ display and pretend it’s your private spots. In a bit of irony, he’s being sent to jail where the number one pastime is? You guessed it: Pounding your meat.
(Editors Note: Shelli Stoddard absolutely rocking the stockings pulled up and teased hair look. I mean, I’m not going into her basement with spy equipment I bought on Amazon, but she looks like a go’er.)