So we've been watching this guy's Youtube videos forever and it's time to share it with all of you since he's just starting up his new season.
Paul Telner is from Ottawa. He is the bastard son of Tom Green. Here's the intro to the new season and the first few episodes to get you caught up.
Paul Telner Overture
INCREDIBLE Street Magic!
Baking Fail!
UNDERWEAR MEN w/ Charles Trippy and itsbrent
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Notes From South America
2.02.2010
i am reminded of a story told last week when some friends were doing their best to cross into honduras. they were approaching the border in their car when suddenly two men came jumping out into the road, screaming at them (my friends - we shall refer to them as A, B and C for the moment) to stop.
A pulled over in a hurry and rolled down the window. the two guatemalan men starting wildly gesticulating that they could not possibly even begin to THINK about crossing the border without first having their car sprayed ´for seeds´.
"for seeds," exclaimed B in alarm, "what?"
in poor english the two guatemalan men exclaimed that there were certain seeds that could not be imported into honduras without devastating effect to the country. seeds who could affix themselves to a vehical with a tenancity not seen since biblical times. seeds that simply could not be allowed to pass.
the two guatemalan men started jumping up and down because they were so worried about these seeds. they began screaming at the top of their little guatemalan lungs that the car absolutely needed to be sprayed or else all hell would break loose once in honduras. A & B looked at each other and timidly asked exactly how much this would cost.
"$40!!" shrieked the guatemalan men, still flailing about as though they were on fire.
C consented, pulled out his wallet, and took out two twenty dollar bills. The two guatemalans salivated briefly at the sight, snatched the money, and both began shouting into a large bush some twenty feet away.
Out of the bush a third guatemalan appeared, holding a common garden hose. He meekly walked up to the car and began to shamefully sprinkle a meager amount of water over the car. A, B & C all sat and watched as this poor man slopped his hose over the vehical while staring at his shoes and refusing to look anybody in the eye. The other two brash men had also adopted a quieter demeanor, and the three of them began to slowly circle the car and sort of give it a loose washing with the corners of their sleeves, all the while looking utterly embarrassed. B likened the experience to a tribe of indigenous people performing a dark ritual around a corpse.
at this point a woman came out of nowhere and literally yelled out "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?" at A, B & C, and the three men bolted off into the horizon.
- Dave Secretary
i am reminded of a story told last week when some friends were doing their best to cross into honduras. they were approaching the border in their car when suddenly two men came jumping out into the road, screaming at them (my friends - we shall refer to them as A, B and C for the moment) to stop.
A pulled over in a hurry and rolled down the window. the two guatemalan men starting wildly gesticulating that they could not possibly even begin to THINK about crossing the border without first having their car sprayed ´for seeds´.
"for seeds," exclaimed B in alarm, "what?"
in poor english the two guatemalan men exclaimed that there were certain seeds that could not be imported into honduras without devastating effect to the country. seeds who could affix themselves to a vehical with a tenancity not seen since biblical times. seeds that simply could not be allowed to pass.
the two guatemalan men started jumping up and down because they were so worried about these seeds. they began screaming at the top of their little guatemalan lungs that the car absolutely needed to be sprayed or else all hell would break loose once in honduras. A & B looked at each other and timidly asked exactly how much this would cost.
"$40!!" shrieked the guatemalan men, still flailing about as though they were on fire.
C consented, pulled out his wallet, and took out two twenty dollar bills. The two guatemalans salivated briefly at the sight, snatched the money, and both began shouting into a large bush some twenty feet away.
Out of the bush a third guatemalan appeared, holding a common garden hose. He meekly walked up to the car and began to shamefully sprinkle a meager amount of water over the car. A, B & C all sat and watched as this poor man slopped his hose over the vehical while staring at his shoes and refusing to look anybody in the eye. The other two brash men had also adopted a quieter demeanor, and the three of them began to slowly circle the car and sort of give it a loose washing with the corners of their sleeves, all the while looking utterly embarrassed. B likened the experience to a tribe of indigenous people performing a dark ritual around a corpse.
at this point a woman came out of nowhere and literally yelled out "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?" at A, B & C, and the three men bolted off into the horizon.
- Dave Secretary
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