Frequently Asked Questions
Q: Are these truly anonymous?
A: Of course. We ship everything with complete discretion. The box has “DAYD Gifts” as the sender and won’t give your information out, unless you do something illegal (don’t do that) and we are required by law. If you’d like the recipient to know who sent the dick, include a customized handwritten card and write whatever you’d like.
Q: Is the billing discreet? What shows up on my credit card statement?
A: Your credit card will be billed by DAYD Chocolate.
Q: Is this chocolate edible?
A: Sure is. Each ding dong is hand crafted with care by a certified chocolatier and is made of either 72% pure dark delicious chocolate or milk chocolate. We have 2 suppliers so you could get either depending on the ship date. You are sending a dick to someone in the mail, so regardless of their chocolate preference, they’ll still get the joke.
All orders starting on 1/1/2018 contain the following ingredients:
Cocoa Percentage: 35.0 % Cocoa Solids
Kosher Info: Certified Kosher – Dairy
Not All Natural
Q: How big is it?
A: Our chocolate dicks are as real as it gets. Coming right up to the American average penis size of about 5″ in length and completely solid to prevent breaking.
Q: Have you ever had a problem with melting?
A: We have tested these chocolates in warm conditions and they went unmelted, but we’ve also had reports in mild climates where they were left on the doorstep in the sun and did melt. If you are concerned about the possibility of melting we offer insulated shipping boxes with Cold Gel Packs for a little extra.
Q: How do I know my target received the package (pun intended)?
A: Each package is tagged and easily tracked online through our shipment tracking service. Once it leaves our warehouse, you will receive that tracking number so you can check on live updates as the package reaches it’s target.
A: Because what is better than sending an anonymous chocolate dick to someone in the mail? There is something really special about knowing you have given something confusing with no hope of figuring out who the culprit is. That’s a special kind of torture.