A magician wakes up and heads into the kitchen to make breakfast. He puts on a pot of coffee and looks in the cabinet to see what he has. Two boxes of cheerios: Plain and Frosted. He can't decide which to have so he pours a little of each into a bowl for a magical mix of awesome delight. He opens the fridge for milk, but no milk there was. No problem, he's a magician. He retrieves his magic wand from its box under the sink, points it at the bowl, and utters a magical phrase. Nothing happens. "FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK" he yells, throwing his magic wand in frustration. He puts on his robe and wizards hat and heads to the store in his 1991 Ford Taurus (he's a magician, not a millionare).
What he didn't know, however, is that inside the magic wand was fairy dust. As it hit the wall after he threw it, it broke open and the fairy dust sprinkled over the cheerios. They sprang to life and their first order of business is to have a party.
A plain cheerio, socially awkward and slightly neurotic, walks aimlessly around the rim of the bowl. Nobody was talking to him, and he wasn't talking to anyone. Feeling depressed, he decides to jump off the rim of the bowl to break himself in half to end his misery. As he's about to jump he catches sight of the most beautiful cheerio lady he'd ever set his eyes on. He rolled down into the bowl and up to her.
"Hey there. Care to dance?" he said in his best Sean Connery voice. "Heh, sure, why not?" she replied. As they're dancing he notices that she is a frosted cheerio. The most beautiful frost covering her beautiful cheerio exterior. He's overwhelmed by her beauty and blurts out "I love you" right there in front of everyone.
"Uhh... Thanks. Why don't you get me a drink?" She says, trying to get rid of him. He leaves to find her a drink. There are several drink tables but they all have queues. But no line is long enough for our hero! He stands in line for beer. After 45 minutes he finally gets to the table to find that there is no beer left. "FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK" he yells. He gets in another line, this one for whiskey. After an hour and a half he finally gets to the table. Lo and behold, no more whiskey.
He gets back over to the woman and explains the situation. "There was no beer?" She asked. "I waited in the beerline for a while. No beer left when I finally got there" he replied. "No whiskey either?" "Nope. Whiskeyline was even longer than the beerline. No more left once I got there" "What about punch? There has to be some punch in this party"
His reply: "There is no punchline"