Theguysery Opiniones 161

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I purchased this hoodie thinking it would cheer me up after my beloved wife left me. When I received it, the garment was covered in multiple patches of what appeared to be bodily fluids- as if it had been involved in some type of sexual act with multiple participants. I WOULD GIVE ZERO STARS IF I COULD!

I was attracted to the Flubheads shirt as it is very beautiful to look at and, given the Star Wars-inspired design, I felt compelled to add it to my extensive graphic tee collection. At first glance it is a great shirt. The material is a nice, breathable cotton and weighs only 180 grams in total making it passable, if not ideal, for hiking. The fit is mediocre, a bit snug in the gut area, and my nipples show more than I would like. The torso is long enough to cover the groin area which is important to me for reasons not immediately pertinent to this review, however the length of the shirt turned out to be a drawback for other reasons which I will now elucidate further.

My first experience wearing the shirt started out well. According to my faith it was Extra Cuddles Day so I stepped out to my preferred local bar, the Pineapple Lounge. This would be my first time returning to the establishment since my late wife sadly passed away at Glacier National Park after refusing to carry her own food, water, and bear spray. With great difficulty I crawled into the bar's single guy quarantine cellar. I checked my jacket, now torn and singed from the electrified barbed wire entrance tunnel, and after spitting on my face the coat check man encouraged me to take my place in line to peep through the floorboards at the bar upstairs for the maximum allotted two minutes.

When I assumed my place in the queue I was struck to find that even my fellow single guys, in between bouts of crooking their necks and holding their mouths agape in the darkness to catch drops of spilled beer from the revelers above, were greeting me with disgusted looks. It was then I realized that the previous owner of my shirt, which I was led to believe was sold new, must have soiled himself while wearing it, getting so much diarrhea on the lower back of the shirt that after an hour of wear it had dripped all the way into my pants and socks. I was mortified but decided to stay put and enjoy the evening to the best of my ability.

I arrived home after watching a rather disappointing footjob through the floorboards (the foot smell was obviously forced and inauthentic) and immediately sent an email to the Guysery to inform them of their mistake. I received a reply from a very rude, conniving man named Chris who was nothing but condescending toward me and failed to offer a replacement shirt or refund even after I sent him photos of the fully soiled shirt, pants, and socks. He even seemed to imply that I may have soiled the shirt myself. I will not be purchasing anything further from the Guysery as the customer service is horrible and $35 dollars is far too much to pay for a used, soiled shirt. That's 1/8th of a car payment, or 1/15th of an IHOP delivery order. DO NOT RECOMMEND.

Real single guy energy as soon as I walked in the door. KoЯn was playing too loud, complimentary water was too cold & I’m pretty sure I saw stilettos on the couch. I wish I could leave zero stars. Left without purchasing anything.

I was sitting at the stoplight on 7th and Cambie in my Miata with the top down and Chris J from the Guysery reached in and unbuckled my seatbelt

Ordered the most expensive trivia buzzer they sell but it arrived broken, my team wasn’t able to answer one question with it and my brother Bryan ended up having to cheat for us to even win (we knew more trivia than the other teams and would have won if the buzzer wasn’t broken).

I called their support number and the person who answered seemed like they were on pills and kept asking if I was calling about the Legos they sell? After some back and forth with this individual I was able to get transferred to his manager - this “manager” just kept saying “I’m soory?” in a very Canadian accent and kept weirdly asking me if I was a “single guy” - very inappropriate!!! I gave up at this point and will take my business elsewhere!!! AVOID!!!!

No single guys which is fine because honestly they are grotesque but the playrooms at the guysery were bottom shelf, not like pappy at all. The lights were bright, good decor, very artistic. I prefer a dungeon feel where I'm scared for my life before I can get my AMS 700 really going. 25% it rained that day.

I reviewed the three options the day before the scheduled drop with the plan to review them more thoroughly the morning of the drop. That was a mistake. When I went to the site, everything was behind a password-protected screen so I couldn't even click through the designs again and again and overthink about sizing options and if I would sweat too much for the white shirt! I ended up getting it anyway but I would have preferred more time to be anxious about it beforehand. A few minutes later I went back to get a flub hat. It doesn't have as many designs and inside jokes as the other apparel options but I can't wait for people to ask me to explain the weird word on the hat I plan to wear during Zoom calls. I guess I'll have to introduce more of my clients and co-workers to guys: a podcast about guys. And it will help me weed out which ones are really cool and already know about phish car rides, MOCs and lazer lawn maintenance tips and tricks.

Now I consider myself about as cheap as they come, but $35 for a long-sleeve cotton shirt and $45 for a hoodie? What a rip-off! I'm as patriotic as the next red-blooded American bull but for merchandise designed and printed in the States these are way overpriced. There's not even real gold in these garments.

Not to mention the extravagant cost of shipping. $20 to ship to Canada?? And they don't even ship to Mexico. How much does a visa even cost anyway? If money is the concern you would think they would be open to more international shipping, but I guess they don't truly care about their customers.

It's a shame really. You could have had a repeat customer. Instead you limited your items, kept me from perusing the site hours before the sale, and charge and armand a leg to ship to Canada? What a flub.

When I approached the Guysery shop a young gentleman was standing outside with a shaved head and long bangs smelling of gasoline. He looked unwell and when I asked if he was ok, a group of local toughs proceeded to jump out from within the shop and beat me to a bloody pulp. They congratulated the young man, who they referred to as “Queebs”, for his success at luring in another victim for their violence gang and tossed him a Caramelo, which he scarfed down.

Also they were playing loud rock music inside the shop.

TOO LOUD . I GIVE ONE STARS ,

I bought this hat and my peanits shrunk down even more! And now my wife's boyfriend just has a sad look in his eyes instead of openly laughing at my lumpy little hoglet.

Please I just want my family back.

Guysery merchandise is compatible with the Boston Scientific AMS-700 penile implant.

tshirt colors made me too horny couldnt ober om tibe

...if you like to be disappointed. First off, they did not honor the yelp rewards! The clothes didn't look like the pictures online. The quality is not real high. The value is not real good. You just buy your clothing and leave. Nothing real special about it.

If you don't need clothes then you're basically just going to be going. The parking lot has a bunch of holes in it. Nothing special at all really.

Also they literally scream at you instead of talking to you, and they speak french.

I had ridden my bike to The Guysery on a summer Sunday. I had fallen off my bike on the way and had a scratch on my arm. As soon as I got there I had asked to bring my bike inside because there wasn't a bike rack. The front desk woman called someone over. I believe he was the manager and named Gris??? He asked where my bike was and I said in the entrance of the shop at the bottom of the stairs. He went and looked and then said to me, "does this look like a motor vehicle shop?" I said that I am planning on spending money and do not want my bike to get stolen. He could have just said no instead of being a smart ass. He then looked at me and said, "what do you want?"

I told him that I designed a shirt that I wanted on a shirt design app on my phone and then started looking for the app and the picture that I had drew. He cut me off and asked me what a shirt design app was. I then stated that it was a mobile application that is used to design shirts, as the name implies. (This guy is not only very rude but also moronic) Right when I showed him the picture he said very loudly that he would not wear a shirt with that design while looking disgusted so I asked why. He repeated saying that he wouldn't even sell a shirt with that design to a customer, totally ignoring my question. I was almost ready to walk on because of how rude this guy was and also how idiotic he was. He did not seem interested in my inquiries at all and was very unwilling to help in any sort of way.

From here, everything became even worse. He asked what I wanted to do with my horrible drawing. I repeated myself, again, stating that I wanted an artist to look at it and see what they could do with it. He said, we can't just let an artist speak with you about your "drawing." He actually used quotation symbols with his hands when he said drawing. Once again, I let it slide. I told him that I am going to buy a shirt but I wanted to speak with an artist first to see their ideas with it. He said no. I told him that I am willing to put down a deposit so it isn't wasting company time. He said, "no, we can't just customize your experience. This is a business not a hotel." (whatever that means) I then told him that it says on the website that the staff will customize each customers experience to their own needs and satisfaction. When I said this he just kind of looked at me strange. I told him that I wanted to know what the shirt is going to look like before I get it. He said, "well...duh!!" I sighed and said okay well then get an artist for me to speak with. He then rudely asked me if I had heard what he said about custom customer experiences. I replied saying that I did and did he hear himself when he said yeah duh. This guy was just talking in circles. I then said, "okay, how about this. I put down a deposit or whatever you want, then I speak with an artist. That artist can draw up a few ideas based on my sketch and then text or email me the ideas and I can choose from those." He even said no to this idea. I then asked him, "so how does this so called shop work?" He replied, "well, like every other shop out there, you pick a shirt that we have for sale, and you buy it." I said well yeah, that's how it works but I am supposed to have the shirt already picked out even though its a custom shirt I designed myself. He started to just walk away from me without replying. As he started walking away, he noticed that my arm was skinned a little. It wasn't technically bleeding but the skin was rubbed off a little bit from when I had fell off my bike.

This part is when I started getting very upset. He came back up to me and started yelling at me about how I have blood all over me. (which I didn't) He started freaking out saying that I'm "contaminating" his shop with my dirty DNA. As he said this, the front desk woman went and got me a dry paper towel. I blotted the scrape which of course didn't help because it wasn't bleeding, it was just some skin rubbed off. As I blotted the scrape he was saying things like "ewe" "horrible hygiene" and other rude comments. As I went to throw out the paper towel he said that I am getting blood all over his shop. He yelled this at me by the way. I replied saying that there isn't really any blood on the paper towel. He said, "look at your hands, you have blood all over your hands." I looked down and there was NO blood! He then kicked me out!

I was the last person to talk to the designer of that hoodie before they died.

First, the good: dope shit for discerning guys.

However this experience left my wallet drained and my marital relationship strained. She Who Must Be Obeyed keeps a close eye on our finances ever since i drove over the classic car and getting fired from the call center. We'll, she found out, i'm in the doghouse, and the owners are no help.

I asked them to give me a fake receipt with a lower price. The taller one scoffed and said sorry in a mocking accent as if it was a crazy request. I tried to show him the fake receipt app but he said hes not going to look at my phone and walked away.

His partner came over and demanded to know "whaccup" then said their stuff being expensive means it's better.

i know, bobo shoes, but just help me out.

Perfect experience except...
Purchased 2 shirts and the process early on was simple. Everything was going smoothly and I got to the check out, but it wouldn't let me use my legal tender chive coins as my chosen currency. I ended up using GLOBALIST funds after my mom put the money in my account.

No pappy. Really disappointed.

My wife likes this stuff and I've tried to be supportive about it, I even bought her a morally objectionable and inflammatory hooded sweatshirt from this website. At a fair price, mind you. But I'm done after this. She chanted FLUB at thanksgiving. She banged her fists against our dinner table. I misspoke, it was an honest mistake.

3 stars