SIS: Avoid the penguins, they poop flaming skittles.

ME: Why flaming skittles instead of pop rocks?

SIS: Pop rocks don't come from penguins, silly. They come from the pissed off caterpillars.

ME: Oh dear Lord...then what do the butterflies poo?

SIS: Pissed off caterpillars.

Inspired by a certain Twitter feed and of course, my sister. Here are few phrases to start off with more to be added as they fly out of her mouth or keyboard.

"They're all nutters. Ruth's cheese has slid off her cracker too."

"Doesn't that cat know I just want to hug her and love her until her fur turns purple and her eyes shoot green beans?"

HER: "why don't you move here until January?"

ME: "heh... if you can pay me! "

HER: "we'll give you a place to have your kitties, food and a bed... we can pay you in rainbows and butterflies... at least until winter then the butterflies might be on short order"

ME: "LOL... and how do you suppose I'm going to be able to hold on to those rainbows!?"

HER: "It's simple, I keep a leprauchaun trapped under the stairs, all you have to do is slip him some candy and he starts farting rainbows"