I have this co-worker, and although he uses the phrase “don't get it twisted” that is exactly what he tends to do. He really cheered me up the other day when he came by to “rattle my feathers“.
I received the image to the left as an attachment in an email from him. He informed me that these were cute and gross, as they were baby candies you have sculpted of your baby then eat. Wow, I thought, how decadent – like something the Romans would have thought of. Well, it ends up they are not candies, but mini sculptures. Much funnier his way, though.