Theguysery Anmeldelser 

Product was okay but I paid extra for expedited delivery. Apparently expedited delivery means that it takes 6 months to arrive and instead of being delivered by a courier or post office a violence gang showed up at my house and beat up my elderly grandmother.

Your products are bad. Your customer service is bad and your shipping situation is horrible. The hat I got is really nice and I like it a lot but I wanted one of those September Fish shirts and they sold out. Also your live shows are always in Vancouver and Toronto but I live in Edmonton hmph.

I enjoy listening to this free podcast with no commercials. It's funny and they book great guests. It's a good idea for a podcast, executed well. If you like podcasts about guys, then you'll like this one too.

I don't know how to explain it, but can a tshirt, go bad? Like if it's kept in a hot room? The shirt I got smelled awful, like an airport bathroom. I don't understand. I washed it with some other clothes, and now all of my clothes STINK! I guess I have to buy all new clothes, but not from these libs!

I’ve ordered multiple items from this store and never received the correct item. Their customer service is non existent. The one proprietor won’t stop bothering me when I’m playing soccer

The Guys guys are like bacon for your eyes and ears. EPIC.

I didn’t receive my product because I’m a “single guy”? This is unacceptable I will be keeping my stilettos on when banging on the couch at my next club meet up with the guys podcast hosts Brian Queeber and Gris James

Went to see these clowns live in Toronto a couple of weeks ago. I drove four hours to be humiliated in public, watching a giant projection of an old man shitting himself.

The energy between the hosts was NOT electric. I did NOT have a good time. I do NOT hope they come again soon. I do NOT thank them for a lovely night out.

Single men should have had their own section near the back of the theatre

If I Could Give Zero Stars I Would!!! When I Opened The Box For My Merchandise It Smelled Like Someone Had “Passed Gas” (Pooted) In The Box!!! Unprofessional And Disappointing. Then When I Asked For A Refund I Was Told To “Pound Sand” By One Of The Hosts, Who Has A Greaser Or Bruiser Like Attitude. Deeply Upsetting!

I caught wind of this so called "podcast" from a friend for whom I previously had deep respect. When I asked about the show on Quora.com, I learned that the hosts consisted of a famous Canadian youtuber/standup comedian and a prominent leftist. Though I fundamentally disagree with leftism, I generally enjoy debating its proponents and respect their intellectual rigor, regardless of how effortlessly debunked their dubious convictions typically are. I don't engage with influencers at all, so it's no surprise I was unfamiliar with the (in)famous youtuber. What was surprising was the hour and a half of inanity I endured upon tuning in to the "show." I chose the "Whisky guys" episode, as I've been known to indulge in a glass of fine, buttery, cask strength single malt from time to time. In my foolishness, I expected a good faith critique of various barrel expressions, perhaps with a bit of liberal wit, made digestible through a sprinkling of levity from the "comedian". What I found was a deeply pathological arrow-slinging session helmed by two manchildren, wildly and obviously projecting their own insecurities at any poor soul unlucky enough to have enjoyed god's greatest libation. Their sophomoric attempts at humor amount to nothing more than potty jokes and self-congratulatory, winking flagellation. The most peculiarly bewildering element was that they seemed to understand that the venerable Pappy VanWinkle was beyond reproach. I supposed even the most base philistines know true greatness when they witness it. And so I was unbowed and determined to reclaim some value from my time wasted listening to such undignified filth. Thus, I found myself intrigued by the prospect of obtaining a small consolation trinket for my efforts from their merchandise offerings. I had little hopes of finding anything glorifying my beloved inebriant, but it appeared they had some affinity for the legendary Bill Murray, and so I settled upon one Bill Murray challenge coin. By Zeus' beard, was this a mistake! The graven visage that confronted me upon receiving my much coveted coin was truly horrendous to behold: a pathetic hand drawn scribble of the Great Bill Murray, looking more like a tired Joe Biden than the beloved comic genius, EMBOSSED, not engraved, so that the eyes are hauntingly empty. The coup de grace being THE NAME MISSPELLED AS BILL MURPHY!!!!!! I thought I'd regained my composure since nearly succumbing to my rage upon seeing the grotesque I'd been bamboozled into purchasing, but it's clear that my ire is deep seated in my psyche. I'm absolutely beside myself with disappointment. Of all things, what sort of imbecile not only spells the name wrong, but produces an entire run of merchandise items with it embossed as such!? It truly beggars belief. Then, there's the unintelligible inscription of "9/fish/2023" which must be some sort of in-joke to which I'm not privy. If I didn't know better, I'd almost think this whole thing is some sort of bizarre, ironic put on, yet I refuse to believe anyone, even these two infantile Cretans, could intentionally besmirch the good name of such an epic legend. Besides, one listen to their "show" exemplifies that irony, nay even simple sarcasm, is far beyond their cognitive abilities. Unfortunately, it seems Bill Murray's epically side-splitting brand of laissez-faire humorous ridicule has not rubbed off on these two in any way. Finally, as if the bastardization of one of my childhood heroes wasn't bad enough, the opposing side of the coin says "Keep Calm and Guys On" with some sort of strange air-gun device above it. So, not only am I entirely bereft of a nice piece of memorabilia featuring my lifelong comic inspiration, but I'm forced to be reminded of the cesspit from which this abomination spawned. It almost makes me sad to think how much time they'll waste failing to hold an audience by spewing forth such crude, vulgar, and inscrutable pablum into the world. It seems this sickeningly twisted experience has had a profound impact upon me, as my review has grown quite verbose, but the moral of my story is simple: avoid this "Queeber and Gris" of the Guys podcast and any merchandise they proffer up AT ALL COSTS. Good luck and good night.

Seller described service as “treading the boards,” but material was actually poor quality laminate flooring.

BUYER BEWARE!

I don't know where they're getting their hoodies from, but for what they're charging I don't think it's unreasonable for me to expect to receive a piece of clothing that isn't covered in bedbugs. They swarmed out of the bag when I opened it. Literally hundreds of them. My child is covered in bites and I am being evicted from my apartment for "causing an infestation". Thanks a lot Guysery. You WILL be hearing from my attorney.

i had purchased tickets from this website believing they would have the foresight and good sense to disguise the store name on the actual charge. they did not. it showed up on the visa statement as GUYSERY which of course my wife saw (because it is technically her credit card because i dont have one because i got briefly addicted to gambling on the tiger woods golf league). she misread GUYSERY as GAYSERY because she did not have her glasses with her and it was after a long day of work (she is an office worker and spends lots of time looking at screens) and has been making fun of me for the past week. she calls me GAYSERY.COM in front of our friends and my nephew (who is very impressionable and has started calling me this also). when i told her it was actually GUYSERY.COM she just laughed and said yeah i bet, i bet you would love to buy some guys, mr.GAYSERY.COM. i am probably getting a divorce now because of this. she pays all of our rent so this will cause me significant financial hardship.

One must consider whether Bryan Quinby and Chris James set out to provide the worst service possible. Just yesterday I purchased tickets to the upcoming live show only to find out that the tickets were general admission. What a lark!

I had aspirations of asking a young lass from my hot yoga class to come with me to this event. I had hoped to impress upon her my love for theater acoustics by selecting optimal seating, triangulated for a Guys audio experience.

Could the organizers please confirm whether they will be traveling with their own audio rig? Or will they be using the pedestrian equipment offered by the venue? I’m assuming the latter at this point.

Not minding this at all. I'm not a Deep Guy, so it helps to have a smooth and easy process for purchasing.

I'm off to do some imbibing, but happy to leave a quick review in the meantime! See you guys at Hedonism II... oops, I mean the Toronto show.

Joined their Patreon to get more insight on the pineapple lifestyle from two of the biggest thought leaders in the space. I was really disappointed to find out they have outdated, dogmatic opinions about whether somebody needs to have a wife who is alive in order to be part of their lifestyle. Steer clear.

I ordered a shirt about eating a hot dog because my grandma said, "If I didn't have to limit my sodium intake, I'd eat a hotdog every day." It was a perfect shirt for her to give on mothers day. So I ordered one and it came in the mail.
Once I got the box I knew something was wrong. It has a serious tobacco smell to it. At first I thought I accidently ordered some nasty cigar they thought up on their podcast.

That wasn't the case. When I opened the box it's when I found they had used a bunch of cigarette butts as packing foam. I figured no big deal because they are a bunch of degenerates that need to save money so they make use of their vices as proficient as possible.

When I was cleaning out the box I noticed a message. It said, "you are the winner of our contest and it's a free vacation to Indiana, I figured I had nothing better to do because I had some paid time off and my girlfriend from Canada wasn't around for a while. I decided i'm in.

I decided to drive down and I ended up getting bored so I decided to show up to the place early. I figured it be more polite to be early than late since I knew this vacation had to be important to them. boy I was wrong.

First off when I came to the door they interrogated me. They wanted to know who I was with and if I was single. I told them I was single at the moment but I had my friends showing up soon and I wouldn't be single soon.
They looked me down and said I can come in until they show up but I wasn't allowed in their main room. I thought that was fine so I went into separate room they said was for single people. I was fine with that until they lead me into the room and closed the door behind me and the door locked from the outside. I still think the Fire Marshal would be very upset if I told them.
Anyway I waited in the room with some of the most enigmatic freaks I've ever encountered on this earth.
I was starting to think about kicking the door down because the place was all solid concrete walls with no windows. For the love of god the door opened and I met the 2 fellas.
I was just happy to get out of that room so I decided to go into the main ball room with them. This is where it kind of didn't get as weird as I thought it would.
One of the guys refused to take his shoes off so they wouldn't let him further than the door. He took off everything else but he wouldn't take off his shoes so they just made him stand at the door and watch.
The other guy went along because it was supposedly an investigation he was doing so I followed him around and ate all the loaded nachos and fettuccine alfredo bowls laying around the beds.
I got bored so I took the rest of the food and piled it up in this booth with a red and green light in it. I set it to green once it was above the various holes and got out.
over all I'm glad I did it but id never do it again.

Only giving one star because I'm forced to. I have already written to Melissa at trustpilot SEVERAL times requesting a zero star exception be made for these DELINQUENTS and CHARLETANS.
Where does one even begin when attempting to communicate the fraudulency of this half hearted joke of a snake oil stand?
In lieu of a long winded diatribe on my experiences, which yes there have been several (mistaken) purchases, I will simply convey that my these jesters have managed to ruin my child's birthday and add to an already awkward Christmas morning.
Do not waste your hard earned money lining the pockets of these already FILTHY RICH scammers. Instead I would suggest using your money to take your wife out dancing while you still can. I know I wish I had.

My husband didn't know about the limited addition stickers and threw it away