Leading gullible work mates down long, winding roads of bollocks.
We had a colleague who was a bit ditzy in a very annoying way. They'd squeak like a very small child for attention and try to be as girly as possible to get help from the men when we'd have helped anyway. She was also rather gullible.
A friend and myself were talking about who was the best Bond and I'd plumped for Timothy Dalton and was recounting the plot of Licence To Kill, up to the point about cocaine being smuggled into the States in petrol tankers.
"Wow, is that a true story?" She squeaked.
"Errr, yes. Except that instead of going into the US, they were going out of it into Venuzuela and instead of cocaine, it was jelly beans."
"Whaaaaat? No..."
"Well," I continued, "Venuzuela has always been left-leaning and they used to consider the US to be the Great Satan to the north. As such, they banned all forms of American candy. As it happens, Venuzuelans are very partial to jelly beans, so criminal gangs used to dissolve them in petrol, tanker them over the border (with Venuzuela being a net importer back then) and evaporate off the petrol to get the beans back."
"Ohmigod, but wouldn't be there be petrol left in the sweets?"
"Worse. It was leaded petrol. Messed a lot of kids up."
"Ohmigod."
At this point, I decided to see how far I could push it.
"It's where the phrase 'sugar daddy' comes from."
"Reeeeealy?"
"Yep. Each crimial gang had a 'padrone', or 'daddy' and they were the ones who got you the sugar."

I sometimes miss working with her.
( Colonel Boris "...a desperate Buzzfeed imitation...", Thu 12 Jan 2012, 12:51, Reply)