I hate to be thinking macabre thoughts at a company picnic, but seriously: what is up with the whole pinata thing?  You reward the kids who prove their ability to bash the hell out of something that resembles a living creature.

I can just see the confessions that murderers make on Death Row: “Sure, I killed him, because I was trying to take over the drug cartel.  And also, he made a move on my girlfriend.  And also, I had this strange, half-buried feeling that it would be a good way to access loads of creamy nougat.”