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The man named "Gris" (if that's even his real name) pressured me to buy a challenge coin before they ran out. I was excited to maybe get a Matt Diamond challenge coin, especially if commemorated my favorite day, Mark 2nd. Instead, my coin arrived today and was celebrating "Bill Murphy," who I don't think is even a celebrity. And the date was 9/Fish, which is also clearly a mistake, likely not even an honest one.

ANYHOW, I decided to make the best of it, so I put the coin on the amp of my Tow-Away sound system, hoping it would balance out the mid frequencies (unfortunately I'm stuck with Bose for now). My friend Tony K. pointed out the coin was too cold, so now I'm stuck hauling RVs with rock music that's simply too loud.

Not sure what to do with this coin, it wasn't even the most expensive one.

Challenge coin came in the mail today but does not fit inside wife.

1/10 watch The Matrix and sky dump instead.

2 out of 7 stars. Came here for sexual movies but all I see are joke graphics on cloth and Bill Murray collectible money. Will return but not a lot of more times probably

Bought 500 of the Bill Murphy challenge coins to use as legal tender for my vacation to the Republic of Palau and everyone there laughed at me. These (probably single) guys just lost my traffic!!

I was prepared to wait ALL DAY LOOOOONNNNGGG to buy the challenge coin, but I don't get service in the Gebhardt's basement. When I finally stumbled out after several customer complaints (despite being a famous YouTube prank personality) they were sold out. We'll see how long this place stays in business without me sending my tens of loyal viewers their way.

I sit here, one hand dancing delicately over the familiar keyboard, the other hand holding a tumbler of Pappy. My mind wistfully vacillates between my desire to be a conscious consumer and my subtle weakness that wishes everyone attempting some form of commerce in this mad thing we call life. I put my smart filled head back and let my eyes fall along the many rare and special artifacts around my office. My pupils find their place of rest and focus on a trusted wall hanging; my Tom and Bunny signed 8x10 from an unforgettable weekend in Hedo. The synapses of my mind palace settle and i think contemplatively and mentally with my brain; what tactic would Tom use? What fastidious replication of fact and review would he wield to review of this site. “Me thinks honesty is how thou art best to write”. So here I lay my soul to bleed emotions and proclivities worthy of my vast research and taste in things. The Guysery was a distant visage. A mythical mountain of mysterious origin laying permanently just out of reach but teasing and taunting me from afar. So close I say, so close it is but not in my reach. Why taunt a sweet summer consumer? As a distinguishing guy of currently single status, what does this place offer me? Not goods of leather and twine, nor parcels of fine mahogany. No, I find textiles of mocking and shipping of pain. I’ll stick to silk and wool thank you.

awful experience full of misery

I bought a hoodie from the Guysery and it was accompanied by a homicide note detailing how the author was moping.

I bought a tshirt from these guys but when I opened the package a bunch of loose LEGO (not even enough for a good MOC) and nutmeg spilled out!!!

I’m related to Robert Bruce. I have documents.

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.