Lickety Split Erotic Pleasures

Their online website is so misleading because when actually go in the store the selection is very different and quality is very low. I purchased a bullet and got home and took it out to clean it and it just fell apart. I went back the same day to exchange for a better product and they told me «it’s a crappy design yes! But we can’t exchange it because it’s not defective» not to mention two people that worked there both agreed it was very cheaply made and a poor design but still wouldn’t offer me any other option except to purchase another item or wait a week to talk to their «store manager» either way I’m highly disappointed in their products and lack of making the customer happy

It’s no secret to anyone that knows us that my girlfriend and I hate navigating through Minneapolis.
That being said… we ended up having to ask a lady walking down the street how to get here. I deeply regret missing perhaps the only opportunity I’ll ever have to sing the jingle, «Can you tell me how to get, how to get to Lickety Split?» in my best Big Bird voice.
My life has been a walking sham ever since.
The lady turned out to be nice and very eagerly pointed us in the right direction.
Finally, the big moment came. We opened the door, stepped inside and immediately felt dirty.
I was instantly overwhelmed with fantasies of going home and pouring bottles of hot hand sanitizer all over myself. Oh, yeah. That kind of dirty.
On the upside, it’s slightly less disgusting than walking into sex world and getting the ol’ dead eye from one of the glass jungle ladies while simultaneously getting hit with the smell of a teenage boys’ bedsheets.
But it’s still gross inside.
The prices were markedly high and their selection of useful fur trader accoutrements was, as is usually the case, sadly lacking. If only I could sport a banana hammock, I’d have it made at places like this.
There were security tags on the security tags. They’re srrrreous, people.
The employees there were eyeballing us like we were ready to cram everything up our asses and painfully run out of the store.
We left without buying the thirty dollar trial sized bottle of lube and struggled to make our way back to our car.

Lube is good. It’s good at decreasing friction (ha!). It comes in a variety of viscosities, flavors, and base ingredients. They advertise it on TV now, albeit a bit ambiguously.
I knew something was up at Lickety Split a couple months ago when I paid $ 23 for a 30mL bottle of Pjur Basic, the same 30mL bottle of Pjur Basic that I paid $ 18 for only several months prior. And having paid $ 30 for a 30mL bottle of Pjur Light just today, I felt plain robbed. Silicone lubes are a little more expensive than water-​based ones in general, but $ 30?! I’d rather use the money to go on a Cheap Date Night at Bryant Lake Bowl or Broder’s with my boyfriend.
Why, Lickety Split, are you raising the price of your lubes to ridiculously exorbitant prices? Since it’s pretty close to my neighborhood, I felt obliged to support a local business. But knowing that I can get the same products for $ 17 — nearly half the price you charge now — on the internet is enough to convince me to discontinue my patronage.