jimbo says:

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, “they are, how you say 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.”

“Si, Senor,” replies the waiter, “You see…the bull, he does not always lose.”