The Loony Bin
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Wed, 30 Jul 1997 18:50:15 +0100
Hiya Loonies...
Here's a tale from Alan...
Wishes & Dreams...
- ANDREA
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------- Forwarded foolishness follows -------
A man travels to Spain and goes to a Madrid restaurant for a late
dinner. He orders the house special and he is brought a plate with
potatoes, corn, and two large meaty objects.
"What's this?" he asks.
"Cojones, senor," the waiter replies.
"What are cojones?" the man asks.
"Cojones," the waiter explains, "are the testicles of the bull who lost
at the arena this afternoon."
At first the man is disgusted, but being the adventurous type, he
decides to try this local delicacy. To his amazement, it is quite
delicious. In fact, it is so good that he decides to come back again the
next night and order it again. This time, the waiter brings out the
plate, but the meaty objects are much smaller.
"What's this?" he asks the waiter.
"Cojones, senor," the waiter replies.
"No, no," the man objects. "I had cojones yesterday and they were much
bigger than these."
"Senor," the waiter explains, "the bull does not lose every time."