I’m in love with this prank…


(Thanks dude at 2:11 for bringing my lockjaw back with your goddamned infectious cackle)

…but I have to wonder: what in the world possessed these dudes to get in the car with a perfect stranger?

I tend to think it’s that poorly executed flow of convo that happens when people who are kinda nervous and maybe kinda into themselves go on a first date – much less a blind date. It’s not like you’ve ever seen this person before, so you’re sizing them up, you know they’re sizing you up, and then self-consciousness pops in making you try to overcompensate by being your own hype man and saying things like, “I’m really well rounded, actually…” or “I’m a ninja” (that one’s pretty great actually – I think he was waiting for her to laugh/gauging her sense of humor). Meanwhile, you’re asking very little about the other person because you’re so self-conscious. So, why do they get in the car? Well, she’s a hot blonde and she lets them talk about themselves a lot. That’s a turn on for the ego-ridden.

Sheeeit, I wanna get in the car with her already.

Even if she really doesn’t know how to drive a clutch.

(In descending cresdendo of Princess Bride hill tumble downward):
“Oh, look you brought me to makeout point! I knew you were in love with meeee-eee-eee*CRASH-CRASH-BOOM*”

In the end, douchey as they kinda came off initially, most of them were pretty good sports about it. Like, almost too good of sports. In fact, maybe that’s my answer. I think the fact that they went from fear-zero to glee-sixty in about two seconds speaks volumes about why they were willing to get in the car with some rando in the first place. Maybe they came off a bit self-aggrandizing back at the meetup spot or while buckling up, but when it came to the crunch with a chick driving a clutch like she stole the damn thang, they were indeed all on board and ready to ride that bish till the wheels fell off. They weren’t all talk. After knowing enough dudes who like bigging themselves up and fancying themselves superheroes (till SHTF, upon which they just burn down the whole house in which the fan and shit collectively live in and run away), it’s nice to see some literal ride or die ready-for-adventure dudes. Well… except for the one dude at 2:37 who’s weeping like his driver’s Elle Driver and he’s headed to the desert with her to dig his own grave. I’m pretty sure his drawers were dark and dampened by the end.

But I suppose that’s what happens when you’re too self-conscious to bother asking a blind date obvious stuff.

Like: “What do you do for a living?”