CAJONES
An American tourist went
into a restaurant in a Spanish provincial city for dinner and asked
to be served the specialty of the house. When the dish arrived, he
asked what kind of meat it contained.
"Sir, these are
the cojones," the waiter replied.
"The what, you say?"
exclaimed the tourist.
"They are testicles
of the bull killed in the ring today," explained the waiter.
"They are the delicacy of our country."
The tourist gulped, but
tasted the dish anyway and found it delicious.
Returning the following
evening, he asked for the same dish. After he finished the meal, the
tourist commented to the waiter, "Today's cajones are much smaller
than the ones I had yesterday."
"True, sir,"
said the waiter, "You see, the bull, he does not always lose."
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