Grar!

A week or two back, it was "Bring Your Teddy Bear To Work" Day at RedHQ.

I suppose the idea for this was to make work more cuddly and fuzzy and all sorts of cute. Now, being the anarchistic type that I am, not only did I NOT bring a bear to work, I made it my mission to hunt them down.

These bears are cunning clever creatures. With their beady eyes, fake fur and ability to find their way into the beds of little children; it was not easy tracking them down (mostly because I go to work when everybody else has gone home).

Eventually I found one. His name was Scruffy Joe. And this is what happened to him:

I caught him unawares as he was taking a mini-nap. Hmmph. Smug bears think they can sleep all over the place.

I then put the fella in a leglock. Poor guy couldn't have known that a large part of my childhood was about being trained in the fine art of watching wrestling.

Here's another shot of me abusing him for posterity.

Here's a little video of the event. Just in case those teddy bears think they can mess with me.

However, the bear eventually came clean with me. Told me that he was willing to rat the other teddies out if I let him go. So I did. And we made up.

Oh yes. We made up alright. We made up real good

Jere