Meanwhile, typing "cheating on girlfriend prank" into the YouTube search bar is a password that unlocks a magical kingdom of misery. It's countless videos of men pretending to be adulterers and women reacting with faux shock or shock shock. It's like a family video that you'll eventually show your children to give them an idea of the good ol' days, when Mommy thought that her relationship and existence were crumbling around her, and Daddy was a sociopath. Tired of waiting for the newest season of Black Mirror on Netflix? Just go to YouTube! Seasons 5 through 1,000 are already there!

To be fair, there are some slight variations. For example, there are thousands of videos of Vloggers filling huge durable balloons called Wubble Bubbles with Diet Coke and dropping in Mentos in to generate the same astonishing result every time: nothing. And vloggers wanting to "take it up a notch" took baths in Diet Coke and Mentos, just like tens of thousands of others had already done a long time ago. Diet Coke and Mentos rockets. Diet Coke and Mentos pools. Diet Coke and Mentos fucking enemas, probably. I mean, someone has to have rammed some minty Coke fizz up their asshole by now.

After having been made aware of this barely explored genre, 17 vloggers are preparing to ram Coke up their asses. They'll have five million views each by the time you're done reading this sentence.

Meanwhile, the Dobre twins and their non-twin brothers shed tears when they bought their dream cars, and cried again when they bought more dream cars, but could no longer muster tears as they bought even more dream cars, all in less than a year. Along with pranks and videos of their general daily adventures, producing videos of themselves buying new super cars that pay for different new super cars is a big part of a YouTube vlogger's regular rotation of recurring bits. But when buying cars that cost more than the average house becomes passe, you have to freshen things up by being constantly pulled over in those cars.

And even when they are stopped by actual police, they'll keep the cameras rolling and turn the eventual legal consequences into a dramatic story arc, as even the nation's criminal justice system is but a cog in the YouTuber content creation machine. It seems to be a specialty of Tanner Fox, whose run-ins with traffic cops are functionally similar to fan-favorite recurring characters on sitcoms. They burst in to disrupt the flow of an otherwise-uninteresting episode to whip out their beloved catchphrases like "We clocked you going 100 in a residential neighborhood" and "We're getting tired of pulling you over."

Buying their girlfriends Louis Vuitton bags filled with Louis Vuitton shoes. Buying their dads the Harley-Davidsons they've always wanted. Buying their roommates $20,000 Rolexes. Surprising their brothers with $10,000 Gucci shopping sprees. They're amassing a treasure chest of high-priced items that they'll eventually sell for a fraction of its value when their ad money dries up, possibly at a police auction.

Obviously, giving gifts to loved ones off-camera would be pointless; those cameras are their own portable public relations team. At any moment, they can let everybody know they're both very wealthy and the second coming of Christ. They've turned public gift-giving into its own genre, like a kiddie version of Entourage crossed with an Oprah studio audience giveaway.

There's Ricegum's deeply not-good attempt at feuding with Jake Paul with a video for the song "Its EveryNight Sis [sic]," which features an appearance by Paul's ex-girlfriend. It includes the lyric "Diss tracks, you are my reflection like a mirror is." Lyric annotations site Genius says that line is Ricegum suggesting that Paul is ripping off the YouTube diss track genre which Ricegum popularized. I don't have a followup point for that information, but it does make a good argument in favor of occasional unstoppable super-viruses.

And then there's Howdy Doody doppelganger Tanner Fox, described in a YouTube vlogger wiki as "a professional stunt scooter rider" -- a title that infuriates me for being the perfect punchline that I never got the chance to write. Tanner wrote a rap song called "We Do It Best." Listen and despair:

It includes one line that sums up not just his attempt at a rap career, but also every vlogger who tries to make the same illogical leap: "Boy, I just rapped." I swear on my mother's life, I will not stop until I find the late-1980s D.A.R.E. PSA he stole that line from. It sounds like the kind of thing Mr. T would cut from a first draft of a rap about holding the door open for people for not being hard enough. A bunch of squeaky-voiced teens selfied themselves into a fortune, so of course the next logical step is the domination of hip-hop. That's not an artist expanding their wings. That's mass delusion.

Luis is recording himself crying as he surprises himself with a brand-new Ferrari. In the meantime, you can find him on Twitter, Tumblr, and Facebook.

Maybe you'll never afford a Ferrari like these dweebs, but you can get a computer mouse shaped like one. It even lights up!

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