A man travels to Spain and goes to a Madrid restaurant for a late dinner. He or­ders the house special and 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 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 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.” “No, no,” the man objects, “I had cojones yesterday and they were much big­ger than these.” “Sen­or,” the waiter explains, “the bull does not always lose.”