Cojones

A man traveled to Spain and went to a restaurant in Madrid for a late supper. He ordered the house special and he was brought a plate with potatoes, corn, and two large meaty objects.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“Cojones, senor,” replied the waiter.

“What are cojones?” the man retorted.

“Cojones,” the waiter explained, “are the testicles of the bull who lost at the arena this afternoon.”

At first the man was disgusted, but being the adventurous type, he decided to try this local delicacy.

To his amazement, it was quite delicious. In fact, it was so good that he decided to come back again the next night and ordered it again. This time, the waiter brought out the plate, but the meaty objects were much smaller.

What’s this?” he asked the waiter.

“Cojones, senor,” the waiter replied.

“No, no,” the man objected, “I had cojones yesterday and they were much bigger than these.””

Senor,” the waiter explained, “the bull does not always lose.”