We asked you to write a haiku about your air travel experiences in last week’s Game Time. You did not disappoint. We had some good answers, but here was our favorite:

Not many choices
But this is inedible
Mama Ilardo’s

That entry was submitted by TONY. No need to shout, Tony, we can hear you fine. Ah, but then maybe you are hard of hearing, in which case, CONGRATULATIONS.

Yesterday, Mike thought that a more appropriate name for an “outlet” was an “inlet.” We liked the idea, and made it this week’s game:

Give a household item a more appropriate name.

Winner, as always, gets a shout-out. So, put on your thinking caps, and post your ideas in the comments.

You know those things that we plug cords into? For some reason, they are called electrical “outlets.” But, they are more like “inlets” to me. You plug things into them, not out of them. To save a debate as to which is the correct term, I suggest we change the name to “fork holders.”

You ever wonder why when you’re sick, they always say that you’ve got something? Like you’ve got a cold, you’ve got a fever, you’ve got the mange? Why isn’t it the other way around? Cause I always feel that when I’m sick, I don’t have the better of the cold or whatever, it’s got me.

From now on, I will say “The fever’s got me” when I’m sick. Unless of course I have something else. Or I forget to say that because it is so unnatural.

You know that song, “It’s Raining Men” by the Weather Girls? You know, it goes like this:

It’s raining men!
Hallelujah!
It’s raining men! Amen!

Well, my point is, the song is enjoyable enough. I mean, it’s not spectacular, but it’s a fun little song that you can dance to. A word of caution, though, to aspiring musicians: If you want to avoid being a one-hit wonder, don’t name your group after your only good song. Where would Neil Diamond be if he was called, “That Guy Who Sings ‘Sweet Caroline’”? What’s that? You don’t know who Neil Diamond is? Oh, he’s that guy who sings “Sweet Caroline”.

Just when it looked like the two brothers would never be able to think of a satisfactory super power, Johnny, swept by a wind of inspiration, spoke.

“Hey! You know what I’d really want? If I had a super power, I would want to be able to know all the lyrics to every song ever written.” Johnny said.

“Ooh, good one! I’d have that, too!” Mike said.

“Nope, no copycats.”

“Just one copycats?” Mike asked.

“No copycats! Think of your own power.”

“In that case,” Mike paused for a moment before his eyes lit up, “I’d want to be able to wave my hand and magically get a new hat!” Mike said.

“Now, you’re talking!” Johnny said, and the two began to explore their new-found loose interpretation of the term “super power”.

Last week, we were looking for some good campaign slogans for the presidential hopefuls. Sid wins this round. To Sid: Congrats! To everyone else: remove the “Cong”.

Earlier this week, Johnny talked about an interesting experience he had at the airport. We thought we would ask for some of your travel stories. But, we are gonna spice things up a bit:

Write a haiku about an airport experience.

Ooh, a haiku, you say? What is that? Five syllables, seven syllables, five syllables? Well, right you are! And here is ours:

They offered us juice
We had no time to drink it
It was a short flight.

Hit us with your poetry, and you just might be this week’s winner! Well, I guess not this week’s winner, since Sid is already this week’s winner. But you can be next week’s winner! Even better.

Barack Obama has gotten into a little bit of trouble recently due to claims that he may have plagiarized part of one of his speeches. To me, at least, it is very clear that Obama is a thief of words. Just ask Bob the Builder.

I was at an airport this weekend, and before you board, you have to go security. And that means you have to go through a metal detector. Well, when I was going through security, the airport security workers were transporting wheelchairs somewhere, and every time a person went through the metal detector, the thing went off because the other people were moving the metal wheelchairs. So they had to send the person back through the line, wait for the wheelchair people to stop moving, and then make the person walk through the metal detector again.

And the best part was, the guy always thought we were hiding something metal. He never thought, “Hmm, maybe we should stop sending those metal wheelchairs through at the same time as the passengers.” Nope, he was thinking, “The thing went off! He’s got a weapon! ARREST THA–well, let’s make him go through one more time just in case. … Drat.”

I was doing a jigsaw puzzle the other day, and it got me to thinking. What is a jigsaw? What would happen if you tried to cut down a tree with a jigsaw? Would you get strange shapes of logs that interlock if you match them up correctly? What if you switched a lumberjack’s saw with a jigsaw? Would he be really confused, or would he immediately recognize the jigsaw from his days making Lincoln logs? You see, when you are doing a jigsaw puzzle, you have plenty of time to think of stupid questions.

“What super power would I have?” Mike thought to himself, as if he were hearing the question for the first time. “Hmm….” It appeared as though Mike had inadvertently stumped himself with his own question.

“Come on, think of something.” Johnny encouraged. “Like flying. Except not flying, that’s mine.”

“That’s ok,” Mike began, “I don’t want to fly. I think I would want to burrow. That way, I would not run the risk of flying into buildings and airplanes and stuff.”

“But flying helps you survey the land for possible misdoings. How would you find out about the misdoings from under ground?” Johnny asked.

“Dude, I burrow. Obviously, my legion of faithful groundhogs would report to me.”

“Oh, of course. But wouldn’t you get dirty with all your burrowing? And you can’t just send your super suit to the dry cleaners. Then they’d know your secret identity!

“Oh, wow, you’re right. I hadn’t thought of that.”

“Yeah, it’s too bad, cause everything else seemed reasonable.”

“Maybe I could also have the super power to wash dirt off super suits,” Mike suggested

“Mike, we are trying to be realistic with our super powers, please!”

The two sat pondering: Johnny thought more on his super power, while Mike wondered if his faithful legion of groundhogs had the ability to clean super suits.