Enter the Adrants Holiday Party Shenanigans Contest

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Every year around this time the schadenfreude-fueled emails start pouring in from those who revel in the unfortunate (or fortunate) positions in which co-workers (or they themselves) sometimes find themselves at the annual holiday party.

Over the years we’ve had a director of broadcast at Crispin Porter + Bogusky reveal his ass crack and an Arnold staffer pole dance.

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This year we want to add some fun to the holiday office party scene by hosting a contest. It’s very simple. We will offer a prize of $100 to the person or persons who submit the funniest/sexiest/strangest/coolest/grossest/most embarrassing/most heartwarming image or video of something that happened at a company party attended during the month of December.

Some rules. While we’d love to see all manner of ad biz salaciousness, we are all professionals and no one wants anyone to be harmed in any way emotionally, physically or professionally. To that end, you must submit the names and company names of every person featured in any picture of video you send. Every person in the image or video must give an email consent to us that they are cool with us publicizing the content.

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Likely these rules will eliminate some of the best stuff but despite how mean you think we might be here at Adrants, we are not out to harm or enable the harming of anyone’s career. At least on purpose. We want this contest to be fun because, after all, we are in an industry where fun is a major part of the job. So be good. Have fun. Send us all kinds of goodies and use the $100 to celebrate your sin, buy back your dignity or to donate to your favorite charity. Send all entries to holidaycontest@adrants.com

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