Packed well? Sure. But the smell! Good Lord, it hit me like a punch from Spider-Man himself. You open the box and think you’ve just unleashed something from a villain’s secret lair. They promised free lube—HA! I figured that was a marketing scam like half of these jokers pull, but no—they actually delivered. Congratulations, you're not entirely dishonest.
Now let’s talk delivery. DISCREET, they said! I left a note: “Call me before arrival.” Did they call? Nope. Could’ve been picked up by my family. Could’ve been chaos. Thankfully, it wasn’t. But mark my words—next time, heads will roll!
As for the doll—listen, the pictures promised ridges. Inside. BOTH holes. No ridges. You hear me? That’s FALSE ADVERTISING! Sure, I read the specs, I’m not some rookie—but even knowing the details, this thing still showed up smaller than expected. At least the weight felt right, and usage? Smooth as a web-slinger’s swing. But when I tried dressing it? Bought XS—XS!!—and it still hung off the doll like a cape on a skeleton. Very disappointing.
Overall? It’s not garbage. It’s not amazing. It’s DECENT. But next time, try shipping something that doesn’t reek of a goblin’s armpit.
3 outta 5. Now get me pictures of Spider-Man!
