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Today was a double decker xmas party day at work. I gifted the liked ones with some choice alcohol, and we later moseyed on over for a nice, respectable lunch. Well, at least it was respectable before the martinis and sangria. Later, we participated in the annual division's gift exchange. Usually a "gift exchange" denotes some sort of reciprocal goodwill upon one another, but this is one of those evil circles in which you give an anonymous gift to the group of hens that you never talk to in the first place. Once assembled, each person is given a number through a lottery system. The first person chooses a gift from the table, but the second either chooses to take the first person's gift or get another. This continues forever until the last hen is satisfied with what she has taken from someone else. I was sad for D, since this was his first experience to the third circle of hell. He got a stinky pink candle, but I got a pretty cool magnetic dart board that will have extended use during work hours. At least we had fun with Frosty (warning: tongue shot).