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NEW YORK - HAPPY HOLIDAYS FROM VICE

Not to be all box of Patsy Cline tapes when you were ten and really wanted Paula Abdul and Neneh Cherry instead so you could roller skate in the driveway, but as we fade into the sunset of holiday festivities we're going to offer up not your favoritest blog posts from throughout the year (we already did that during our last break, and wow was it depressing), but some that gave us a little chuckle. It's called a gift so just say thank you and take it, even though we know you'll tell us what we missed. Do you do that to your aunt when she gives you a present you don't like, complain about what a fuck-up she is? Also, enjoy these wholesome photos from the Vice company holiday party, taken by Ben Ritter—who is not a party photographer so don't even think that just because he took pics of our bash he is one—on a classy sit-down dinner and karaoke cruise ship around the city. Thanks for that, bosses. That was fun. (There, did that just buy me at least another month of good graces/guaranteed employment? Holy shit, this post is convoluted.) Anyway, click down there for your package of goodness. We'll be gone a while so take your time…

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