Garibaldi lived in a little trailer stuck in a backyard in Los Angeles. One day he realized that his cereal bowl was completely inadequate for his purpose. With this in mind, he decided he would go out an buy the perfect cereal bowl. He was living "bachelor hall" in LA and was used to having things his way.

Garabaldi, a deep thinker, so he thought, put the old brain to work figuring just what would make the perfect cereal bowl. Anything less than perfection would be out of the question.

Let us see, he said to himself, the perfect cereal bowl! First it must be large, It must hold a lot of cereal. Who wants to go refilling their cereal bowl all the time? It must be wide on the bottom so I can lie on my back, eat cereal and watch TV. Lastly, It should have a comfortable grip all around it so it will never slip from my grasp. Who wants to spill cereal all over their bed? Oh yes!, It should be unbreakable!

Garibaldi decided to call his girlfriend who surely had a lot of cereal bowls she didn't really need. She had a couple of kids, She would have one for him, for sure.

Garibaldi called his girlfriend, "Go find you own cereal Bowl"

Garibaldi's girlfriend know that she could have a cereal bowl fit for a King, a Queen, or an oil magnate but Garibaldi would curl up his lip in disdain. She was not going to put herself through that little drama.

Garibaldi begged and pleaded but his girlfriend was stubborn. "No way, Garibaldi!"

So, a bit miffed, Garibaldi headed out to look through the second hand stores because the bowl also had to be cheap. Really cheap!

After looking through about five second hand stores, Garibaldi found his perfect cereal bowl. Excited, he rushed home on his bicycle to test it out. It met his requirements with flying colors. It was plastic, it would never break, Had a lip around the edge so it would never slip from his grasp and, best of all, was quite large.

Garibaldi knew his girlfriend was coming over and could let herself in with her own key. He would lie on his little trailer bed and eat sugar pops with a regal air, not even bothering to look up. His girlfriend, after all, did not help him out when he needed her.

He heard the key rattle in the lock, Girlfriend! She walked in.....

"Garibaldi!, why are you eating your cereal out of a kid's potty liner!!!"