Two guys in Spain go to watch a bullfight. Afterwards they go to a restaurant and order dinner. One of them sees these big plate-sized disks of meat his buddy got and says "What's that?"
"The bull's testicles," says the waiter. "They use all parts of the bull. It's A-1 grade beef."
"Oh, hell," the guy says. "I should've ordered that. I went and got the chicken."
"Oh, well," his buddy says. "There'll be another bullfight tomorrow. We'll eat here again and you can order them then."
So the next night he orders testicles instead of chicken, and the waiter brings him these little disks of meat the size of a silver dollar. "What the hell's this?" the guy asks the waiter. "Last night my buddy here ordered testicles and he gets plate-sized ones. I order them tonight and I get these itty-bitty things. What's going on?"
"Well," the waiter answers, "sometimes the bull wins."
Two guys in Spain go to watch a bullfight. Afterwards they go to a restaurant and order dinner. One of them sees these big plate-sized disks of meat his buddy got and says "What's that?"
"The bull's testicles," says the waiter. "They use all parts of the bull. It's A-1 grade beef."
"Oh, hell," the guy says. "I should've ordered that. I went and got the chicken."
"Oh, well," his buddy says. "There'll be another bullfight tomorrow. We'll eat here again and you can order them then."
So the next night he orders testicles instead of chicken, and the waiter brings him these little disks of meat the size of a silver dollar. "What the hell's this?" the guy asks the waiter. "Last night my buddy here ordered testicles and he gets plate-sized ones. I order them tonight and I get these itty-bitty things. What's going on?"
"Well," the waiter answers, "sometimes the bull wins."
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