Cojones
While holidaying in Spain a man visits a local restaurant - where he sees a diner happily wolfing down two large pink objects.
''I'll have those please,'' he tells the waiter.
''I'm sorry, Senor,'' comes the reply, ''but they are cojones - the testicles of the bull killed in the local bullfight.
We won't have any more till the next fight.''
Disappointed, the man returns after the next fight. The waiter remembers him and brings out a plate of two steaming balls.
''Just a minute.'' says the man. ''These are tiny. The ones the other man had were four times as big as these.''
The waiter shrugs. ''Senor - sometimes the bull, he win.
''I'll have those please,'' he tells the waiter.
''I'm sorry, Senor,'' comes the reply, ''but they are cojones - the testicles of the bull killed in the local bullfight.
We won't have any more till the next fight.''
Disappointed, the man returns after the next fight. The waiter remembers him and brings out a plate of two steaming balls.
''Just a minute.'' says the man. ''These are tiny. The ones the other man had were four times as big as these.''
The waiter shrugs. ''Senor - sometimes the bull, he win.