So these four British guys decided to travel through the fly over states of America to pick up women. Literally they just show up to college bars in places like West Virginia, Alabama, and Florida, talk in their accents, and have sex with desperate college girls. Tbh I've fallen for this shit in NYC.
Chris, Carl, Dan, and William work regular jobs in England and travel to America for these sex tours as vacation. It's like Jersey Shore meets the Amazing Race. Obvi they lie to the girls, because why not. Sometimes they have fake names, apparently "all girls love the name Archie," or they're writers for British GQ, or they're the Arctic Monkeys. Sounds a lot like the plot of Love Actually to me.
Their most damning conversation about America is:
Carl: It's that pull. That pull of being foreign, of being English.
Chris: Right. Like, Alabama is the best place!
William: A British accent is nothing [in San Diego,] but in middle America? It's the best tool in the world.
Sure it's douchey as fuck, but if you had to choose between a rando with a sexy accent and Brad from Sigma Chi, you're choosing the fake Prince William every time.