Anyone Want Some Cookies?

For some reason I signed myself up for the cookie exchange at work. Why you ask? I have not a damn clue. I HATE baking. Like really hate it, plus I'm horrible at it. I can cook you anything you want, I'm a great chef, and I know recipes for almost everything. When it comes to baking though, I'm no Martha Stewart. So, I put all my pre-made dough (yeah, I cheated, so what?) into a bowl and started scooping some out into little balls. It was just then that I realized I have way too much fucking cookie dough. WTF! I am going to be in this kitchen all night! I probably shouldn't have opened up all the packages huh? FML. I go on about my business and I'm like, oh great, I'm going to run out of Hershey's kisses. I hope people like plain peanut butter cookies because there's no way I'm going back out into the -6 degree weather for another bag of kisses. No fucking way! Grr. Fast forward to 3 hours later and I finally get done making these God forsaken cookies. I did a final count and I ended up with 18 dozen cookies. I only needed to make 8 dozen for the exchange. Oops. My bad. Anyone want some cookies? I think I may have a few extra.