If I was a super hero, I hope my enemies would never discover that I get songs stuck in head really easily and it distracts me.
All they would have to do is say sing the opening bars of Stacy’s Mom and I would start to get this facial tick. Music Box Dancer would make me twitch on the floor for an hour and if I hear Umm Bop one more time…
Anyway, what would be your weakness?
Smoked Mackerel.
The arch-villain would just have to set out a large plate of it (with granary bread, real butter and horseradish) and he would be assured of my complete lack of attention to his other activities.
Freecell.
I’d be happily robbing a bank, but the teller would say, “I realize you’re busy, but I just can’t seem to get this black 6 out of this column. Little help here?”
Oral sex. If there’s anything else going on, I’d never notice it.
And by the way, I **am ** a super hero.
Cheetos.
Chocolate chip cookies
I can be turned into a quivering mass of jelly by the close proximity of any spider larger than a dime.
Hot, easy women and/or dirty martinis.
The world would be doomed if I was a super hero.
If I were a “villian”, my weeknis woud be speling. 
If I were a super-hero, my weakness would be ice cream. Put a bowl of a wide variety of yummy flavors in front of me… and the world can just wait!
So very close to mine:
Busty redheads!
Og help the world if my arch nemesis is Tara Monroe!
(not my personal weakness) but I think it would be great if there was a superhero with super powers who was afraid of confrontations.
Pistachios, Dr Pepper and Reeses mini-peanutbutter cups.
Oh, and a new Charles De Lint book.
Snakes.
There was a snake in my dad’s backyard and I very nearly burst into tears after setting a land-speed record getting into the house.
Cute guys.
All they’d have to do is get the hottest member of the Alliance for Global Justice/Legions of Pestilence and Doom (as appropriate), put him in one of those revealing jumpsuits, and fly him out to wherever I’m wreaking havoc/harassing criminals (as appropriate).
I’ll do that bow-tie-spinning, smoke-pouring-from-ears “AH-WOOGAH” routine, and then the good/bad guys could pretty much do what they wanted while he and I are, um, distracted.
boobies
the word, that is… it cracks me up
no really!
All the bad guys would have to do is put a bag of Doritos™ next to a big bowl of onion dip, and I’d be instantaneously immobilized. Considering I’m also blessed with super-speed, I would gobble up the tasty snack and then pursue the evildoers, as is my wont.
If I was doin’ my evil/good deed and I spied an unattended computer with a modem hookup, and the SDMB hampsters had just been fed…
A girl willing to have sex with me. Heck, even a girl willing to kiss me would probably distract me enough to interrupt my villianous/superheroic work.
Why, Hostess Snack Foods, of course!
Ford,
Apparantly, things have not changed. Thank God I had the extra head installed!
-ZB