On a random road trip yesterday, we ended up in Woonsocket, RI (OK, so, yeah, pretty random). It was getting late, we hadn't gotten lunch and we stumbled on a place called River Falls. Looked like your basic burger-and-steaks-in-an-old-mill restaurant. But then the waitress started to tell us their Sunday special was Ma Glockner's, but she couldn't finish because I basically yelled "berched chicken!" which kind of startled her because people don't generally yell out the day's specials.

The TSA breaks its silence on Cupcakegate (and mad props to them for calling it Cupcakegate and getting in a Wile E. Coyote reference); notes the cupcake in question wasn't just some delicious pastry on a napkin but a suspicious looking wad in a jar filled with icing - with a spoon attached.

So stop trying to sneak jars filled with icing onto planes: