Come to work as Paul day

Click the pic for a closer look at the office

And a plumber!

Ah right, the third Occupation Bear is a Plumber called Walter.
As I said before these guys will be available at the summer event. (Be there or be square)
I really need to start reading my E-mails.
Yesterday was Thursday. Drunk Thursday if you recall from previous posts. (formally naked Thursday) It's a team building thing.
So I rolled into work completely pissed only to find everyone stone cold sober! Apparently a mail had gone round explaining that, turn up to work drunk day, was no more.
Due to some crashes on the way home last Thursday.

Shame, but I wasn't that bothered (because I was I was pissed!)
And when I got in to the office I found this!
Becky the new girl bent over a chair ready for her spanking.
It's sort of an initiation. We all get spanked on our first day. Everyone lines up behind you and takes a turn.

I couldn't sit down for a week after mine (368 people worked for the company back then).

The newbie spanking is something I can really get behind, when the newbie is called Becky, or Jilly, or Suzi, or Candy, or Summer. It was a little harder to get all fired up for it when it was Greg the forklift driver. Six foot three. Big ginger beard. Tattoos about his Mum. You get the picture.

Bent over a box of liberty bears, hairy butt cheeks quivering and in anticipation. Knowing that if you don't make proper contact you'll be made to do it again.
All of this (and nothing else) was made a little harder by the fact that he was wearing white cotton over the knee socks! Humm nice!

Click the pic of Becky's bum for more pictures of her first day.

Nigel.

P.S Greg if you're reading this call me

Oh it's a vet!

Yes that's right the second occupation bear I've got to show you is a vet!
Not the easiest of jobs in the world. Especially for the guy you can read about if you click the picture below.
Why do vets want to be vets?
The job is pretty much putting your hand in big animals, or your finger in small animals. (I'm probably missing something here, there may be more to the job.)

"What do you want to be a vet for?"
"I'm gay for cows!"

There's a lot of bad taste mileage in vets though. The question is, is it alright to do another vet some day in the future?
Having done a vet is that it for us? Or could we still do one getting ripped to shreds by a cat or parrot or something next year?

The year after we could do one trying not to get shagged by a loved up horse after the vet got his horse tranquilizers mixed up with Viagra.

Then maybe in 2011 we could do a bear with his arm up inside a giraffes bum, but he's got to stand on step ladders to get there. (Humm we might have to put that one in a bigger box.)

We could do with a vet actually. Look what I found in the bathroom.
It looks like one of those angry husbands (or that angry wife) finally caught up with Mr Bear!
See you later
Nigel

Bend over

Oo so the Summer event inches nearer and nearer. (it's the waiting I can't stand). As well as the chance to get eaten by lions, we are launching a new range.
The occupations range. Bears with jobs basically. So if you've got a job your self these may be the bears for you! (If you don't have a job buy them anyway.)
The range will eventually total six, but it's only the first three you'll be able to get your paws on at the event.
A nurse called Aida, and two more...

"Er what's that for?"

"You look hot,
I think I need to take your temperature."

"That's never gonna fit in my mouth."

"Oh it won't be going anywhere near your mouth!"

I'll let you know more later this week.

Hugs Nigel