*looks a icon...has yummy Pirates flashbacks...looks at icon again...more flashbacks...loses the power to speak...melts into pile of goo on the floor of her cubicle, waiting for the janitorial crew to come clean her up, which should be sometime next spring...*

And the convos? Funny as freakin' hell.
-says the speechless pile o' goo that used to be AW and is now mingling with 6 months worth of dustbunnies and starburst wrappers under her desk-