We were all told to write these stupid biopics for work to go on the staff intranet site, and one of the girls I knew at work said she wouldn't do it. I decided that I'd write a joke one for her and send it to her to look at. It basically went into detail about how her hobbies included pole dancing, rubber fetishism, and picking up strange men in carparks. Somehow I managed to forward this straight to one of the bosses of our sister company, and spent the next hour in gut churning torture. Eventually I got a message back from him saying something along the lines of "I suggest that you let her check this first, and I also suggest that you're careful who you send e-mails to in future". The relief was the best feeling ever.